Therefore, the energy does exist

"Прохожий" (The Passerby) is a melancholic rock ballad inspired by Marina Tsvetaeva's poignant poem. This emotional piece bring the poem's reflective and haunting tone to life. The music captures the essence of fleeting existence, longing, and the poetic beauty of memory. 

Lyrics Translation:
You walk, resembling me, Eyes cast down to the ground. I, too, used to lower mine! Passerby, stop for a moment!
Read—amidst this chicken blindness, And a bouquet of poppies gathered— That my name was Marina, And how many years I lived.
Do not think this is a grave, That I will rise to haunt you… I, too, loved too much To laugh when it was forbidden!
Blood would rush to my skin, My curls would twist and coil… I, too, was once alive, passerby! Passerby, stop for a moment!
Pluck yourself a wild stalk And pick a berry to follow it, — No strawberries are bigger or sweeter Than the ones in the cemetery fields.
But don’t stand here gloomily, Head bowed upon your chest. Think of me lightly, Forget me lightly.
How the sunlight shines on you! You are covered in golden dust… — And let it not trouble you, My voice from beneath the earth.

Цветаева: Прохожий

Цветаева: Прохожий

From distant shores, across the sea,
The Pirates of Seas and Stars have come,
With twinkling eyes and spirits bright,
Bringing tidings of holiday fun.
 
Yo-ho-ho The black flag flies,
Yo-yo-ho-ho  the cannons boom, Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
 
A scratch or dent, you might perceive,
But trust the Corsairs, they'll never deceive.
These gifts will work, they make the vow,
Once they're used, well..
who knows now
 
Yo-ho-ho treasures grand,
Yo-yo-ho-ho  Don't miss the deals, Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
 
So step right up, and don't delay,
Or feel the sting of Corsair's sway!
We're legitimate, we play it straight,
(Unless, of course, ye make us wait!)
 
Yo-ho-ho toys galore,
Yo-yo-ho-ho rich and poor! Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
  
The stars are right, the wind is fair,
The Corsairs vanish into air...
Until next year, upon the tide,
With wondrous gifts, they'll surely ride!

From Seas And Stars

Free Sky * Instrumental

24-12-19

A combination of dark ambient and Latin rock.

cold winter and hot water

Little Richard – Lucille (Rock Cover)

Runaway - v2 - 2024

This better be your number one pick
This better be your number one pick
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit

I said get it
Take it
Give it to yourself

I said get it
Take it
Give it to yourself

This better be your number one pick
This better be your number one pick
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit

Make it yours
Make it yours
You deserve it
You deserve it

Make it yours
Make it yours
You deserve it
You deserve it

This better be your number one pick
This better be your number one pick
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit
I'm tired of your stupid ole shit

This Better Be Your #1 Pick

Horizon

How the fear of Covid-19 can affect relationships

I’ve seen you
Stark naked
Now you just walk on by
No eyeballing
No sweet talking
And a face that could petrify!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, anymore
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, guess it’s all fair in love and war!

You’ve seen me
Butt naked
So why your eyes just vacant lots?
No hand holding
Keep on walking
You act like it’s the plague I’ve got!
A cold, cold comfort forget-me-not!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, very much
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, if you think that mine’s a lethal touch!

Bridge
Though I never needed you as some kind of crutch
We could’ve been friends, maybe stayed lovers
But you just walk by me like an agent undercover
Why is mine a lethal touch?!

Chorus
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, all that much
But I don’t care, no
No I don’t care, no, if you think that I’ve a lethal touch!

Chorus
I shouldn’t worry, no
I shouldn’t worry, no
You're not my Juliet as such
I shouldn’t worry, no
I shouldn’t worry, no,
Cos you think that I’ve a lethal touch!

I mustn’t worry, no
I mustn’t worry, no
I’m not your Romeo as such
I mustn’t worry, no
I mustn’t worry, no
Cos you think that mine’s a lethal touch!
Though it hits me like a boxer's punch!

credits
from Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle, released October 10, 2020
Music: Michael Sellers
Lyrics: Michael Sellers & Gerry Verdier
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Photo: Michael Sellers
Cover design; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle

Lethal Touch

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Michael Sellers is a guitar playing singer-songwriter from England, now living and recording songs in Merida, Mexico. 
Verified Artist on Spotify

Landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers