Yes! Good groove! Sounds well! It's very well composed.bravo!

fantastic pop song and nice vocals. I like it. 🔥🔥

So dope bro sublime vibes in the beginning this is lit

The instrumental track I'm presenting is a blend of electronic and pop sounds with rock riffs and solos played on my Strat. I used the AKAI MPC Live for recording and the MPC Software for mixing and mastering. All the instruments are plugins on the MPC.

Hot Guzzis

Pauper's Weed

The origin of the main theme of this prelude is a progression I came up with while working on the Fantasy and the Nocturne in the same key. It couldn't fit in, but I found it very beautiful and had fruitlessly tried to find a composition where it could find a home. 
I admit it took me too long to realize that a new composition can be made from it, and it also took me too long to realize that another theme (the second one in the Prelude) I made at that time fits almost perfectly. All in all, I'm extremely pleased with the final result. 
There are almost jazzy (a friend had even said proggy) elements that work unusually well with the dark, almost folkloric ambiance.

Prelude for Piano, F-sharp Minor

Even the worst of times can get better...with time. Featuring the wonderful vocals of Sabrina Miele, ("Sabrina Miele" on SoundCloud) and Shaels gorgeous, weeping steel guitar, "The Worst is Over" is a remake of our first recorded song, produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studios on beautiful Bowen Island. Lyrics:
The worst is over. I can tend to see the forest and the trees.
The worst is over. I can forget the days that had me on my knees
and I can see the shattered pieces of my broken heart
surrounding me
or I can see my friends with open arms and open hearts
to lead me home to a calming sea.
The worst is over.
Perspective is a lost and new-found friend.
The worst is over.
I can ask this day to pause but not to end
and I can see the future as a landscape dark and cold
an empty shell
or I can see the place to find the pieces of my soul
and kindred souls who wish me well.
The worst is over...
And I can see, if a single tear could save another soul
from such despair
then you and I could fill the streams and oceans of the world
and fill our hearts
with room to spare.
The worst is over...

Tequila Monday

The Worst is Over

The Worst Is Over (featuring Sabrina Miele)

PLEASE DON'T MAKE JESUS CRY slight return

Mist

“Grill that Snapper” stands as a track that bridges the gap between the introspective nature of acoustic music and the bold expressiveness of electronic music. It's an audacious fusion that respects the listener's intelligence and emotional capacity, promising a rich and rewarding listening experience. Each note and silence in between tells a part of a greater story. This piece isn’t mere background music; it's a sophisticated journey through sound that demands active listening and rewards with layers of intricate details.

It begins with a soulful dialogue between a plucked acoustic guitar and a warm legato bass, setting a scene of introspective calm. The guitar's melody, adorned with subtle sound FX, tells a poignant story without words, inviting listeners into a world of reflective tranquillity.

Transitioning into the first verse, the mood remains contemplative yet gains texture. The upright bass, intertwined with an electronic sub, takes the lead, its legato tones painting a soundscape of introspection and subtlety. Here, the guitar shifts to a supporting role, its strings now weaving a background tapestry. This section is coloured by chords that evoke a jazzy feel, their complex harmonies hinting at emotional depths and unspoken narratives.

The bridge emerges as a delicate duet between guitar and piano, their interplay creating a sense of intimacy and shared secrets. This brief interlude builds gently, the chords simplifying yet deepening the emotional resonance. The addition of cello and bass strings, along with legato sax and oboe, lends a classical touch, further enriching the tapestry of sound.

As “Grill that Snapper” progresses, it gradually turns up the heat. The entrance of a straightforward, pulsing 4/4 beat marks a shift to a more vibrant, electronic landscape. Bowed violins add drama over the steady rhythm, their melodies intertwining with heavy piano chords. The juxtaposition of the electronic rhythm with the jazzy downward chord progression creates a dynamic tension, a dance between two worlds.

Reaching its climax, the track becomes an electrifying blend of filtered arpeggios and orchestral drums. The chaos of the arpeggios, set against the backdrop of a rhythmic electronic beat, paints a picture of controlled frenzy, a climax of emotional and musical intensity.

In its final act, “Grill that Snapper” returns to its acoustic origins, revisiting the serene mood of the opening verse. The outro, a mirror of the initial bridge, serves as a contemplative denouement, bringing the listener full circle. It's a conclusion that invites reflection, a moment to absorb the rich journey that has unfolded.

Grill that Snapper

Violent Symmetry

Are you wasting your time?
Are you towing the line?
In a small town way.
Are you wasting your time?
Are you plodding along?
As the night time falls.
Are you wasting you're time?
On a well-meaning rhyme.
That no one hears.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

You're just wasting my time.
As you're looking around.
For something to do.
You're just wasting my time.
As the hours tick by.
The clock won't stall.
You're just wasting the time.
As the days turn to years.
The bells all toll.
You're just wasting my time.
As a lifetime floats off on the breeze.

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.

Did you ever take time.
To look back on it all.
And just want to go.
Did you ever consider that.
Most of the time.
It was nothing at all.
Do you ever look back.
And regret the attack.
Or the times you stalled.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

Did you always fall down.
On the hard bitter ground.
As the evenings fell.
Did you always give in.
At the slightest of things.
At the fierce well.
Did you run off and hide.
At the tenement snide.
As the background blurred.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young.

Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind me i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
You state confidently. 
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind you i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.

Wasted Youth

this is another little tune recorded with a fender strat and a les paul copy...

blurry thoughts in your head
as you run over the hills
your late in class 
and you didn´t do your homework

mark my words when I say
you can´t carry all that weight
there was no way to get higher

so I went my own way

there was no way left to get higher

Higher

TV kills....sometimes 📺🏴‍☠️

L'UOMO DAI CENTO VOLTI

Passa via, nel vento con la sua valigia e la magia
che regalava con un gesto
Fantasia e in viso quelle mille luce artistiche
che ci facevan stare allegri

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Passa via, travolto da quel mondo telecamera
e lacrime di coccodrillo - whoa

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza dimostrare la sua verità
ma sorridendo attende il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Ombre lunghe, senza prove
e una ferita nella pelle
c'è chi ti ama sotto il cielo
di un'estate decadente
e sa dirti che il tuo conto non riporta un prezzo giusto
che non pagherai mai

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario
E si riderà

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L'uomo dai cento volti

Virga is a singer/bassist/songwriter based in Rome, Italy. On my SoundCloud you can find much of my music. My home Is your home. You're welcome 🎶

L'uomo dai cento volti

Virga

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