Pure blues ecstasy, amazing guitar sounds, epic performances

a superb atmosphere emerges from this title👌👍

Another beauty. Slide is epic 👌🏿🫡🔆

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

a randy catastrophe
a dark rodeo

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

too feral to wait for me
too slinky for slow

i’ll be waiting
by the water
will you meet me
tomorrow?

high jungle of emptiness
footprints in the snow

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go
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Thanks to Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss and Wheelwright for early listening, support and ace suggestions.

I'll Be Waiting

6-4-2025

Pearly Queen

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson SG Slide Electric Guitar solo. Harmonica solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Drums Acoustic Full kit set. Percussion Cowbell, Tambourine.

Bluezerieny

Scootin

kolinje IV(demo)

"Living Mannequin" talks about the need to become what fashion and today’s world demand us to be in order to be accepted by society: different.
We’re expected to be unlike anything that ever existed, to reject our roots and the teachings passed down by our parents—ignoring knowledge in favor of a new world order that claims all of humanity’s acquired wisdom has become obsolete with the rise of A.I.
We have to be strange in order to be original.

Living Mannequin

Why be so different?
Why not be more normal?
If everything I see looks just the same,
Then the weird one is the original.
Why not be reversed?
The opposite of that basic verse;
If I wear red, tattoo on my knee,
Hair, a hat or some All Stars on me.

Making faces and poses,
Walking back and forth all day;
Drinking, smoking... doing dumb stuff,
Living just to impress in some way.
Pulling out sighs,
From people who just watch TV;
They search and don’t find, they look but don’t see
What’s really worth living to be...

Selling their own universe,
In exchange for some dumb stares;
The dream is money, death is the mirror,
Living in a harbor with no piers there...
Gaining experience,
In what they don’t want to learn;
Fashion sets the routine,
In minds where “to have” beats “to be” at every turn...

******************** PORTUGUESE

Manequim Vivo fala sobre a necessidade de sermos o que a moda e o mundo atuais exigem que sejamos, para sermos aceitos na sociedade: Diferentes. 
Temos de ser diferentes de tudo que já existiu, renegar nossas origens e os aprendizados passados por nossos pais, ignorando o conhecimento em pról de uma nova ordem mundial, a qual dita que todo o conhecimento da humanidade adquirido se tornou obsoleto, com a chegada da A.I.
Temos de ser estranhos para sermos originais.

Por que ser tão diferente?
Por que não ser tão normal?
Se tudo que eu vejo, parece com o mesmo,
O estranho é o original;
Por que não ser reverso?
Inverso do verso vulgar;
Se eu uso vermelho, tatoo no joelho,
Cabelo, chapéu ou All Star;
Fazendo caras e bocas;
Andando pra lá e pra cá;
Bebendo, fumando...fazendo besteira;
Vivendo pra impressionar;
Provocando suspiros;
Do povo que só vê tv;
Procura e não acha, enxerga e não vê;
O que vale a pena viver...
Vendendo ser próprio universo;
A troco dos olhos boçais;
O sonho é o dinheiro, a morte é o espelho;
Vivendo num porto sem cais...
Ganhando experiência...
No que não se quer aprender;
A moda dita a rotina;
Na mente ter ou não ser...

Living Mannequin (Manequim Vivo)

Featuring: Derek Cornett adding a fab guitar solo.
Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Strings, Guitar, Keys, Percussion, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering / © 2025 Lyrics And Music

Lyrics:

Back when the days stretched slow and wide,
Barefoot dreams by the riverside,
Laughter danced on a softer breeze,
No weight, no rush, just you and I.

The world was small, the colors bright,
Love was a spark in the velvet night,
We lost that rhythm, but it’s not gone,
I hear it hum in a faded song.

Oh, we could find it, that sweet, slow tune,
Under the glow of a harvest moon,
Simple and wild, like it used to be,
A little bit of you, a little bit of me.

No screens to steal the hours away,
Just tangled hands and a summer day,
The drama slept, the noise was thin,
No weight, no rush, just you and I.

Maybe it’s waiting, just out of sight,
A spark to chase through the restless night,
We’ll strip it down, let the chaos fade,
Build it back with the plans we made.

Oh, we could find it, that sweet, slow tune,
Under the glow of a harvest moon,
Simple and wild, like it used to be,
A little bit of you, a little bit of me.

We Could Find It

Dog Eat Dog

This song is like my kid. I still remember what she was like when she was born. What she smelled like, how she took his first steps. Then suddenly she's standing at the university gate, with her diploma in her hand, she's an adult. This song has also just become an adult, so after a year. It was very exciting to work on this again. I could be a dad again a little bit.

Sunset MKII

Un nouveau titre french pop traditionnel, strato caster & tout.. réalisé sur Teac 4 pistes et revox …Merci pour vos écoutes et  chaleureux !!!feedbacks
Written and performed by Dgé breton
Fender Strat guitare, Bass ARIApro II and drum   by Dgé breton pour
Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
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On YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/HwZ9Hb8gT1M
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a new title... traditional French song, straight from my Revox & Teac 4-track tape players... and 2 strat guitars, a bass and a drum kit... Maybe a little nostalgia, including the way of making my music at a certain time... less confused than at present. In any case, thank you for listening
     Porcelaine sans couleur,quand tu danses
Elle a des fumées dans les yeux
Un coeur comme ça mètronomique
Qui bat tout seul ou si tu veux
Comme celui d’ une poupée mécanique
Elle a des cils moitié baissés
Un raz d’ marée dans le regard
Et des vagues de lumières glacée Qui perle derrière du brouillard
Elle est maquillée noir et blanc
Elle est comme un feu sans chaleur
 Le ciel et l’ enfer en même temps
 C’est une porcelaine sans couleur
REF:
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
Elle a des fumées dans la tête
 
Et des parfums qui restent là 
Sur une vie qui va faire la fête 
Avec un masque qui lui va pas
Elle est maquillée claire obscur Entre le soleil et la nuit
Mais dans ses yeux on voit d’ l’azur Derrière un grand rideau de pluie
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
REF....
 Traduction google
She has smoke in her eyes   A metronomic heart like that
Which beats by itself or if you like   Like that of a mechanical doll
She has half-lowered eyelashes
A tidal wave in her gaze
And waves of icy light Which pearl behind the fog
She wears black and white makeup
She is like a fire without heat
Heaven and hell at the same time
She is porcelain without color
REF:
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a look into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her lower back
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
She has smoke in her head

And perfumes that remain there  On a life that is going to party
With a mask that doesn't suit herShe wears light and dark makeup Between the sun and the night
But in her eyes we see of the azure Behind a large curtain of rain
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a glance into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her loins
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
REF....

PORCELAINE SANS COULEUR, QUAND TU DANSES

Original by The Beatles (1970)
I used a piano backing track on this

I have been sick, and my voice is not completely healed yet, but it is what it is :)

Let It Be (Cover)

Greetings.. Thanks for listening..Born in Holland, came to the US when I was 10 years old.. I've Been playing, composing, writing, arranging, recording, mixing, mastering, engineering, producing music of all genres..Playing electric guitar, Slide, Dobro, Nylon Guitar, Bass, Accordion, Flute, Keyboards, Piano, Organ, Synthesizer, Vibraphone, Harmonica, Drums & Percussion since I was 10 years old, self taught.. many different styles and genres to choose from. These songs are the representation of a lifetime's work! 
Superior recordings.. using the best Microphones, Neuman U-87's, Dynamic Microphones, Ribbon Mics, Shure SM-57 & SM-58, and a variety of dynamic and condenser microphones used in these recordings with today's latest software, Pro-Tools, Mastering Labs,  Reaper, Audacity and various hardware and software products from Germany, Australia, France, and various places from all over the globe. 48 Channel Mixing console, Various outboard effect units...Thank you for listening!

Scootin

Frans Beelaard

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