Name: When Love Becomes The Blues by Chris magsam
Duration: 4 min 9 s
Description: original song all instruments and vocals, chris magsam

Great guitar work! Really enjoyed your emotional playing :)

This has a really good blues feeling to it! Some clever lyrics for the vocal and I love the bass guitar!

When love comes in the circle enjoy it while it lasts

Cool track. Nice fell overall. Good work, bro!

Original composition….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Ausencias

HORMIGA

https://youtu.be/J7I4dtEd-g4

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
yo soy... me quedo en la iglesia,
¿Cómo se llama? yo soy... yo no soy mero mero de aquí,
yo soy de Tlanchinol".

Trueno intenso,
tiempo negro,
viento frío,
llueve intenso,
olor a fresco.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Allá de Tlanchinol, allá de la Sierra de la Huasteca,
cerca de Tampico, ¿Si conoces Tampico o no conoces?".

Luna blanca,
pecho lleno,
cae neblina,
sube y gira,
cae a tierra.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Ajajajajajajá, acá na'más pues,
a que esta persona es este,
y yo me quedaba aquí atrás,
aquí, aquí me queda... ¿Cómo se llama...?
aquí me quedaba atrás".

Campo abierto,
solo cielo,
cerro abajo,
viene fiero,
sopla en serio.

Dolerá hormiga.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hormiga

Home

hard rock with various guitar arrangements and a powerful riff.

Trillando el camino

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Canción: Espiral
Artista: Fito del Rio y La Granja

"Las letras pintan un cuadro vívido de una experiencia emocional y física intensa, llena de movimiento, transformación y conexión. Utilizando metáforas de la naturaleza y el cuerpo humano, el autor transmite un viaje que va desde la desorientación y el caos hasta un momento de conexión profunda y transformación. La narrativa fluye como una danza, llevando al oyente a través de un ciclo de desorden y calma, dejando espacio para la interpretación y la reflexión personal sobre las experiencias de cambio y conexión en la vida."

Lyrics 

Todo da vueltas, todo está girando
Como un baile de salón y en medio yo
Que sin bailar me estoy mareando.
Y la noche no advirtió del vértigo que da la altura
Y ella se me hizo un espiral para acabar con mi cordura.

Y todo da vueltas, todo está girando,
Como si una brisa suave en un rincón
Se fue haciendo un tornado.
Y se elevó, todo arrasó, pero yo le agarré sus manos,
Y ella vistió toda mi piel del polvo rojo del tejado.

Y todo revolvió, lo revolvió.
Y todo revolvió. 
Y todo revolvió, lo revolvió.
Y todo revolvió.

Y en la azotea hubo un silencio aterrador
Porque los cuerpos enredados fueron callando la voz.
Y se hizo monte en cada esquina,
Y en cada poro una semilla floreció.

Y en la azotea hubo un silencio aterrador
Porque los cuerpos enredados fueron callando la voz.
Y se hizo monte en cada esquina,
Y en cada poro una semilla floreció.

Y se hizo monte en cada esquina,
Y en cada poro una semilla floreció.

Y subió y subió como ave.
Y subí y subí por las dudas.
Y giró y giró y la descubrí desnuda.
Un ángel de la muerte en las alturas
Vuela en torno a mí.

Y subió y subió como ave.
Y subí y subí…
Y subí y subí…
Y subí y subí…

Fito del Rio es un músico, compositor e intérprete habanero, de formación autodidacta. La base lírica de sus composiciones está apoyada en la cancionística cubana de la nueva trova y el movimiento del rock latino como referencia. La Granja surge como respuesta al medio social y artístico, dándole contemporaneidad y riqueza tímbrica/rítmica a sus canciones, rompiendo las fronteras genéricas que le circundan. En sus canciones se mezclan elementos como samples, drums pad y loops con la instrumentación clásica de una banda de rock.

Espiral

Espiral - Fito del Rio y La Granja

original song all instruments and vocals, chris magsam

When Love Becomes The Blues

You tube link:
https://youtu.be/TOOnh8NLkzQ?si=0_Qvdd5m5YQERqg5

Coffee Beans

Happy belated 19th to Abi.
Known Abi for a 2 years now and he will tell you he’s like a grumpy old man. He reminds me of Otto from Life of Otto in his younger days. A good man who’s recently won an award for being the best leader and the smartest in his university. Abi is modest and he’ll say, “I sound like I’m bragging.” Well, he just stated the fact that he did win. He’s also a loner who doesn’t smoke and drink which makes it near impossible to make friends in his Mexican university. Admirable really. I was nothing like that.He also wrote a letter to his school complaining about how the professors were too lax. It kinda worked. I do hope he’ll make a few friends and also it would be awesome to work with him on a score in the future.

Song goes:
E9 then triplet scratch then E13 followed by a chromatic run. Verse is E mixolydian. Bit of pushing for the rhythm during prechorus. Simple chorus. Bridge is 9/4 then 7/4 twice so adds up to 32 bars. 4/4 bongos going on gives it polyrhythm. Also a chromatic mediant progression going from Em to G#. Lead  guitar plays hindu scale in the second prechorus and Dorian in the bridge. 

Lyrics: Basically it’s an anti worship song against all forms of worship including pagan worship. Here are the lyrics with annotations

State your name Gloria. State your claim your fame     (Gloria might have been there cos’ the vocal run in ‘Rooster’ by AiC is gorgeous)
when my time is up. Cos' it's never enough, maybe you've failed to fill my cup
Prophets standing on the street. Butchers with all their meat. Can you put my mind at ease
I got more where this comes from. I'm just waiting for my last breath

Prechorus
It's not worth it so we're running on down the hill (we’re gonna take it alright)
Wanna see that your fake smile can be real (set it alight)

Chorus

Silence said the angel to the night
Bow down said the demon to his right. (It sounded badass)
I believe in darkness
I believe in magic
I believe what's tragic
Will save me from harm

Verse 2

You've got the nerve to ask. That woman her age
don't you think before you speak. If you wanna leave here in one piece
Got no time. For time. Got no watch on my grind (I really don’t wear a watch. A smartphone will tell you the time)
So I speak my mind. And I don't speak for all humankind

Pre Chorus 2
It's not pagan when it's part of your core beliefs (namaste)      (Making fun of paganism. I improvised namaste as I thought it sounded spiritual and turns out is Hindi)
That subconscious need to get on your knees. (Touche)

Chorus 2
Silence said the angel to the night
Bow down said the demon to his right
I believe in darkness
I believe in magic
I believe what's tragic
Will save me from harm

Outro:
I believe in darkness
I believe in magic
I believe what's tragic
Will save me from harm

Dark Magic

Wine from when Hemingway was writing "For Whom The Bell Tolls".  And it tolls for us all.

Unfiltered

This song was written while I was going through cancer treatments. It's a song about my faith and the love of my spouse who I leaned on every day.

Your Love's Gotta Hold On Me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di7PqtDYOaE

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

good thing I'm not playing for money or fame, I'm like vincent van gogh who never sold a painting ,it's all about "the art"

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