Interesting song with a touch of reggae. Nice

a starburst of fusions -- what a trip through the genres!

Great flow and melody...yourvocalshave Jim Morrison vibes ....reggae touch is great.

experimental electronica about my new obsession. enjoy!

thinkingaboutuwhenmasturbate

check out the music video on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0O3s0GI5baI 

A tribute to humankind - to life on earth - I still BELIEVE....!!!!! At the end, we all want the same.... 

(vgl. "Alles Dasselbe" by Farin Urlaub: Wir wollen alle mehr oder weniger dasselbe - Seit es Menschen gibt - Nen Platz an der Sonne, genug zu essen, ein Bett – Und jemanden, der uns liebt)

and even if there are differences.... religions.... roots.... blood..... we are all habitants of planet earth and of our solar system, our galaxy, of UNIVERSE.

This is my Track for the new year 2024

Written and produced by Deep Sky Musics
December 2023

Children Of Men

Les Monde Engloutis

Don't Say Riot was originally a song written by a guy I know named AJB but he kept it on his computer and then lost it.  Later, I did a cover of it for my first solo album, Touch of B*tch.  More of a rock sound than the original which was folk punk.  Years later ie 2024 I finished another version which my buddy Curtis Maranda from Tiger Suit produced, which I wrote and arranged. In a way, I've adopted this song since AJB never seemed keen on sharing the OG version with the wider world.  This version will have to suffice.  Glaringly absent are the frequent collaboraters Navid Hamidi and that clown, Willy W. Wolfowitz.

Don't Say Riot

Put Your Hands UP

Electrified

Electrified (Feat. Laney Lynx)

Original track by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett
Lyrics...

Stevie drove a taxi,
He'd charge you by the mile.
He met a girl last Tuesday, 
Her laughter made him smile. 
She whispered in his ear,
That she was free that night.
She set his mind to overload, 
In the garden of delights.

She offered him a sentence, 
He offered her his life.
She took him in her arms,
And they danced on through the night.
To their own sweet music,
No word was ever said.
All the lights were turning green,
He didn't see a red.

Deep down South a grumpy old man,
Sitting on his own. 
Thought of better days, 
When the future lay unknown. 
He wished that he had told her,
How much he really felt, 
The sense of disappointment, 
Hit him right below the belt.

She counted on each finger,
The times he let her down. 
The memory that lingers,
His world turned upside down. 
He smiled and breathed in sweet relief. 
He knew he loved her then,
Why keep on pretending, 
That they could still be friends.


Tales of star crossed lovers,
And dreams you hold so tight.
Can sometimes be the wake up call,
That make you see the light.
Look in each direction, 
Before you cross the road.
Who knows what just might appear, 
To help you lift that load. 

Kiss those lips in your submission, 
As the warmth inside you grows.
Look deep into each other’s eyes,
Until your touching souls.
Give into the admission, 
That you've never felt so good.
This feeling elevates you,
As you knew it always would.

Stevie Drove a Taxi

yeah...coming back to life
The connection between classic and modern...there is so much in common to discover ;-)

Amazing Habitat

Eight Days Two Hearts

The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from the darkness, that we too can shine our own light.

Don't Say Riot

Young Coconut

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