God I love your guys work!!!!There is such swagger and confidence in all of your workings!!!!As always another flawless song with incredible instrument and production work!!!I love this voice and the incredible lyrics!!!!!Well done you talented boys!!!!!<3<3<3<3

excellent; cool lyrics, flow and vibe of song catches hold....well done

Absolutely wonderful bassline and sweet vocal performance throughout. Great smooth production, liking it very much!

repasare todas sus muy buenas canciones,,, 2:23  gran entrada de guitarra sucia y malvada,,saludos bro,,un gran año 2022

poca porcion de distorcion pero eficiente dentro de la cancion,,filosa guitarra bro,,me encanta ese gran sonido logrado,como nace y despues se difumina

Hot & Steamy on the grass or off of it! >>> 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💚💘💚💋 SEXY vocals! ;)

This is a delightful departure from my norm. I’ve always loved the Wayfarer cloud, and suggested a collaboration. DG sent me this powerful, haunting music, and the whole song lyric was written within a few hours of listening to it. This is the first time I’ve written something to another piece of music. Thanks a million for such a pleasurable and novel experience, DG. Such a joy working with you on this!

Wayfarer DG: Music and mix https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
Me: Lyrics and vocal

Cloudy Charlie (Brian Peters/Dirk Gilleard)

Night crawls round your corner
Opens up an eye
Swallows all the colour
Of your life

Better read the sign
Written in the sand
Get yourself together
The hour is at hand

Cloudy Charlie calling
Down your cul-de-sac
Leave the blizzard howling
At your back

Wilderness in tatters
Moon has turned to blood
The living have been scattered
Before the final flood

*Sunlight has been broken
Pieces on the way
Sleep with one eye open
Until Judgement Day*

Leave one in the chamber
Get your running sack
Eat the bread of danger
Never turn back

Cloudy Charlie (w Wayfarer DG)

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

`"Je ne connais rien aux Mandarines Radio edit"


J’aime pas l’silence 
Que fait ton absence,
C’est le même silence 
Les dimanches 
Après l’départ 
Des enfants en vacances
Du condamné 
Avant sa sentence 
Il y a quelque chose en toi 
D’étrange
Et qui pourtant
Jamais me dérange…..
 
Je n’connais rien aux mandarines
La marche du monde
M’est invisible
Assis sur le toit
De mes ruines 
J’me sens parfois 
Comme inutile, 
J’aimerais tellement 
Qu’tu m’imagines
Assis ailleurs 
Que sur des ruines, 
Un super héros 
Toi ma queen 
Dans un monde 
Même pas t’imagines 
 
Je n’comprends rien aux mandarines
A vos regards méchants, inutiles
Momo dit :
Que les crétins sont nombreux dans cette ville
Mais leur répondre, ce serait vraiment trop puéril
Il y a quelque chose en toi 
D’étrange
Et qui pourtant
Jamais me dérange…..
 
Je n’connais rien aux mandarines, 
La marche du monde
M’est invisible, 
Assis sur le toit 
De mes ruines 
J’me sens parfois 
Comme inutile, 
Elle dit : 
Moi je t’aime bien
Sur ton tas de ruines 
Ta drôle de vie, elle m’émoustille, 
J’aime pas les zéros, 
Ni les queens
Mais je t’aime bien 
Même inutile 
 
MoMo Dit ( Mots Maudits 😝?)
Je n’comprends rien aux mandarines
A vos regards méchants, inutiles
Momo dit :
Que les crétins sont nombreux dans cette ville
Mais leur répondre, ce serait vraiment trop puéril
Les pacotilles sont pas des jonquilles 
Des mecs trop cons, trop moches qui rendent les femmes frigides

!"Je n'connais rien aux Mandarines (Radio Edit HD) Guitar/Cello/Erhu "L'Homme Bleu" BONUS TRACK

This is my version of the beautiful Day After Day by Badfinger.

I Remember Finding Out About You (cover Day After Day)

Improbable Company

Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

Orlando's Lament

If I saw you again/I wouldn't know where to hide/I did everything to forget/I loved you so much/I hated you so much///the years taught me/to record your charms/but not to free myself from such unhealthy memories/you are capable of coming back to me /everything experienced and destructive/you are capable of returning to me /what I was avoiding so much/my great love and my perdition/my great love and my obsession/my great love and nightmare/my great love and my evil/ /////I loved you all /I loved you/and I waited for you to change/I had love and your hate/I became your mirror/tear you from my skin/it left me scars/tear you from my soul/it left years of darkness// // guitar////go back in time to the time when you were everything/cruel and burlesque poetry/even my soul burned///you are capable of returning to me/everything experienced and destructive/you are capable of returning to me/ what I was avoiding so much/my great love and my perdition/my great love and my obsession/my great love and nightmare/my great love and my evil/

ROCK METAL 1

si te viera otra vez

SI TE VIERA  OTRA VEZ    (METALIZADO)

I see it now here in front of me 
Dead birds in  a burning  tree 
Where is the life ?
Where are the laughts ?
Is it to late to dream another day  

Children die in poor makeshift boats
In a sad sea where the shreds of hope float
Where is the life
Where are the laughts
Is it to late to dream a better day  

refrain : Oh nights
I can't see the light
Oh days 
Ican't fight  the blight
Evil and hell  are in closed eyes
We can’t  stop the sun dimise
Prayers and spells lost in noises 
Nothing can stop, nothing can stop  the dark tide rise


Blood and tears dry in the heat of the desert
Fear and hate rot in the depths of hearts
Where is the life
Where are the laughts
Is it to late to dream another day  

Neither skin nor breath resists the blind fire
Of the souls  remains only a dull ire
Where is the life
Where are the  laughts
Is it to late to dream a better  day

Dream A Better Day ?

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) Fev/2024.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:

In tribute to all those who suffer from cold, hunger, disease, war and all human stupidity.

En hommage à tous ceux qui souffrent du froid, de la faim, de la maladie, de la guerre et de toute la connerie humaine.


Lyrics
 
despite the cold, 
despite the hunger,
when winter is the only season,
when the sun as the only light,
when the night as the only shelter,

love always survives,
Freedom has no price,
save your mind,
save your mind,
keep your pride,
keep your pride,

Love always survives

Happiness, A Moving Target

Well its time to recite
What’s to become, what’s to be done
Cant care enough, can’t get enough
The grass is always greener on the other side

You tell me where to go
You tell me where to go
Hanging on keep hanging on
Can't tell us where we’ve been
Or where tomorrow is
You don’t know, I don’t know


Try to run, try to hide
Unknot the knot under the knot
Seek the truth and it’s all lie
Control is what we’re after and its not enough

You tell me where to go
You tell me where to go
Hanging on keep hanging on
Can't tell us where we’ve been
Or where tomorrow is
You don’t know, I don’t know

Its a fiction I’m addicted to it carries me
Waiting to resolve in your tragedy 
And you fight it and you buy it in the end you see
I’m begging and my knees are sore 
Just tell me what you need and go.

You tell me where to go
You tell me where to go
Hanging on keep hanging on
Can't tell us where we’ve been
Or where tomorrow is
You don’t know, I don’t know

It’s religion and ambition with no guarantee
Trying to retire from this senseless dream
But they raise you and they praise you
Just to wear out your senses
Tell me where I got to go
Tell me how I need you so.t


Lyrics: Daniel Domínguez

Happiness, A Moving Target

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