Wonderful Rock/Folk song, very catchy, nice vocal Michael !

Fantastic!  Really scary lyrics, matched by gritty performances all around.  Your vocals never disappoint.  Love Chalo's accordion!

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULgOrdrXmmc

Child of Nature

Woodland Glow (Mix 2025)

Woodland Glow (Mix 2025) & Video Link

W-Sheep in The Rain

Down

somethin' about you

Poème (Extrait) de Renée Vivien (1877-1909).

Je possède, en mes doigts subtils, le sens du monde,
Car le toucher pénètre ainsi que fait la voix,
L'harmonie et le songe et la douleur profonde
Frémissent longuement sur le bout de mes doigts.

Je comprends mieux, en les frôlant, les choses belles,
Je partage leur vie intense en les touchant,
C'est alors que je sais ce qu'elles ont en elles
De noble, de très doux et de pareil au chant.

Car mes doigts ont connu la chair des poteries
La chair lisse du marbre aux féminins contours
Que la main qui les sait modeler a meurtries,
Et celle de la perle et celle du velours.

Ils ont connu la peau subtile de la femme,
Et ses frissons cruels et ses parfums sournois...
Chair des choses ! J'ai cru parfois étreindre une âme
Avec le frôlement prolongé de mes doigts...

Chair des choses

Vector Victor (2025) Remastered

Cover
Original by Maria Carey

I sang this song a while ago..Then with a simple guitar I found at the internet.. Then Axel Menningen was so kind, offer to make this beautiful music to it.  And he really did a wonderful job!  He completed it all so beautifully:) 
Thank you so much, Axel!

I love the lyrics in this song..  it is all about finding hope and Inner strength... 
 
Axel also made this great cover art

Listen to Axel Menningen: @axel-m-501052973

Hero  (Cover)

I do not like your car

you think I like your ride,
but I don't care inside
you think you are so clever,
but the truth is never,
your hot wheels turn in vain,
can't hide: your simple, man
It is not about money,
don't you call me honey

I do not like your car,
you never get far
drop your ego, say goodbye,
not another stupid try

you want to impress me
with your golden car
but I rather take the bus
and alone play my guitar
you think you can buy me
it is an insult, your superficial, 
that's your fault

I do not like your car,
you will never get far
it is time to say goodbye
and no one of us will cry

you define yourself by your cars
is that all you are?
with self-confidence you don't need
all of these status symbols
I don't like your car,
you do not get far
it is time to say good bye,
and no one of us will cry

you wanted to impress me
with your golden car
but I prefer the bus
and now play my guitar
I don't know who you are
and I don't care
you are hiding

I don't like your golden car
your car makes me mad
so I take my bike instead
not golden but red

bye

I do not like your car

'shit at and hit'
Thanks to grandma Billie for the phrase. A wonderful woman. I've yet to hear of this phrase existing prior, nor of it from anyone else since.
Scotty: Two yamaha storia II takes through a fender mustang III amp with differing fx, channeled accordingly, maybe, hopefully, and a handful of vocal takes layered. 

I can't get up today.
I've got no words to say.
Everything always replays,
and causes me dismay. 

I feel like I've been shot at and missed, and shit at and fucking hit. 

If there is a god,
why the fuck would they
make us in the mould
to have to feel this way?
Everyday.

shit at and hit

Unfortunately, the connection has dropped, and we cannot be sure what is happening in the apartment where, at such a late hour, the light is still on. Probably nothing; they’re likely watching a film or reading a book. They might be projecting their reactions outward, and what we see could therefore be nothing more than the reflection of someone else’s nightmares — or dreams. Certainly, we have now reached a turning point: nothing can any longer be regarded as real, or the opposite... (all talk!).

This is the fifth in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short, and deliberately inconclusive tracks, assembled by combining new ideas with reworked older material, adding parts and sounds along the way. 

Part 1 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-1-night
Part 2 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-2-dawn
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon

Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025). This time I simply redid a piano-based piece I had posted in the spring of last year, slightly changing the atmosphere: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/overlays
All the ambient noises and female vocals are taken from public sound archives. 
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, October 16.

In case nothing happens - part 5 (night again)*

This song is inspired by a true story of a Mexican citizen I met who was incarcerated for 3 years without ever being charged, tried, or sentenced. Sadly, this is all too common in Mexico: "Four out of every 10 Mexicans currently behind bars have not been convicted of a crime, according to new official statistics that experts say show the depth of injustice in the country . . . Much of the issue stems from Mexico's use of mandatory pretrial detention, or prisión preventiva oficiosa, a no-bail system in which those accused of certain crimes such as burglary, fuel theft, kidnapping, or drug trafficking can be jailed without probable cause and held for years without trial." https://www.axios.com/2023/07/25/mexico-pretrial-detention-andres-manuel-lopez-obrador

For those listeners unfamiliar with Spanish, "Déjame ir" means "Let me go".

Lyrics: 
Ominous early morning knock on the door
Cops swarm in, pin him down on the floor
No reading of rights, just knocks ‘n’ deep bruises
Cascade of bad-mouthing, it scares and confuses
Tossed in a small cell, no hearing or trial
With five other inmates, not even a smile
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?      

Every day’s a nightmare straight outta Hell
The bad guys are devils, the good guys as well
If the sicho don’t getcha, a brutal guard will
So, you gotta stay quiet, you gotta stay still
In the showers come the men, there’s probably four
This time it’s the pretty boy pinned to the floor
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

The chow’s pretty scarce, he gotta get more
Soul sold for the right to set up a store
Just to earn a few pesos to keep up his strength
When hunger grips, you go to any length
Every week they come round for a piece of the action
And if he falls short, there’s a harsh reaction
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

Bridge
All he is seeking is peace of mind
Away from the fist, the boot and the knife
Peace of mind, yeah, peace of mind
And the chance to start a new life, start a new life, start a new life

Five years on, he’s still in the jail
No trial date announced, no chance to get bail
Five years lost, his wife and kids gone
No money to speak of, house sold for a song
His best mate’s been in for 15 years
Still awaiting a sentence, he still knows the fear
Of a fist or knife, a boot to the balls
And the question why did he take such a fall?      (Déjame ir x muchos)

Credits:
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass; keyboards; Sergio Aguilar
Accordion: Gonzalo (Chalo) Cardenas
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Image by Tim Hüfner on Unsplash

The Fist, the Boot & the Knife

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

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

The Fist, the Boot & the Knife

Michael Sellers

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