Another fine melodic treat with front-to-back excellent playing.  The electric lead voice is nestled sweetly in the acoustic guitar backing track, a lovely mix and listen.

Original song: The Cranberries 
Praise and all credits to you! Awesome song! We used the overall structure of the song and texted different lyrics to the verses to match the chosen Rap style.

Vocals / Rap Lyrics: the Couch King @couch-king-presents
Vocals: Emma @emma-gal-n
Drums / Beat: Neli @neli-co-ko
Guitars (?), Bass (P), Mellotron (Redtron) & whatever Synth (?), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Thanks to my friends! Without your input and advise this would not have worked. And thanks of course to the Cranberries!

Lyrics (besides the original chorus lyrics):

=== Verse 1 ===

As he listened to his father die 
Bullets pissin’ bye 
He could feel the burning 
Where the bullet occupied 
Another Killing in the streets 
Where the bodies lay for weeks 
Father shot in the head 
Soldier thought the boy was dead
Lying still as he bled
What are you doing
Is all the soldier said
Before holes plugged with led
And dusty road is running red 
Mouth wide open on his final resting bed
Instead they never made it 
Tried to pay a visit 
To their family in a basement
Tied white fabric on their bike to convey it
That they traveled in peace 
Where the shootings never cease 
And everyone knows deceased
Survivors all tell stories of soldiers shooting at their feet
When the man stepped forward 
The father didn’t say a word
Curbed the bike and deferred 
Their plans to to be deterred 
All hands in the air 
In their head 
Ill intentions inferred

=== Verse 2 ===

The child emerged out from the smoke  
As she surged for air
She could hear the father choke 
As fear got him off his chair
Soldiers tossed grenades 
While the people sent up prayers 
The father and child ran up the stairs
Aware death could be waiting there
She heard shots fires 
Then a pair of thuds 
Rolling down like tires 
Now all there was left was blood 
Where all they had was left
After theft of their homes
Came theft of their lives 
Two days past before the father died
While his child died immediately by his side
Still she returned to where she last reside 
To watch Mothers burry sons 
And children burry fathers
Where no one’s left that survived
Everyone still comes 
In spite of threat of the danger 
To gather where their family once together  
Now dismembered and severed 
Mourners pay their respects and remember 
Their lives before
In their heads
They all were a soldier

Picture: https://www.kickassfacts.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Belfast.jpg

© the Couch King, Neli Coko, Emma Galán & Bonetender 2023 All Rights Reserved

Zombie

Zombie by The Cranberries (with Emma Galán, Neli Coko & the Couch King)

Piano/instrumental composition, and piano: Debra Buesking @debra_buesking
Melody composition for the voice, photo and voice: Oddrun Eikli
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Lee Frost (født 26. mars 1874 i San Francisco i California, død 29. januar 1963 i Boston i Massachusetts) var en amerikansk poet. Han ble tildelt Pulitzerprisen fire ganger, henholdsvis i 1924, 1931, 1937 og 1943.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli.

This is a piece I composed 4 years ago, my last year I was living in Greece. It sounds like a piano etude for fast arpeggios in impressionistic style. As always water is the dominant element in my compositions. There is a small surprise somewhere in this piece.

It is an old recording. Probably, I recorded it with my phone. Thus, I would like to apologize if the quality of sound is not good enough. However, I think that it deserves a place in my collection of improvisations.

Isn't the sea so beautiful?!

(The photo is taken by me)

Once I Dreamed The Sea -  Κάποτε ονειρεύτηκα την θάλασσα

Autumn comes, and the darkness soon will cover the light of the sun. Soon all of us will be just victims of the darkness. And as darkness is coming something sweet and beautiful approaches our hearts.

Elegie (for left hand)

Echoes of the Sea

Echoe sof the Sea

A quiet Saturday morning...a little improvisation...

A Tranquil Place

Ember Glove

Unanswered

FIA Relax #1

in the vastness of this world  ( Original )

An instrumental portrait shaped by the calm gray light of Puget Sound, gentle acoustic drift, and the quiet weight of the Pacific Northwest. The album blends soft oceanfolk guitar with mild electric textures, creating movements that feel patient, reflective, and tide-worn. Subtle grunge elements rise beneath the surface — soaked chords, warm overdrive, low-pulse distortion — giving the music a grounded, rain-tempered edge. Each track moves with the slow pacing of ferries, the hush of overcast mornings, and the steady presence of deep water. A coastal soundscape of calm rhythm, muted color, and the unmistakable mood of Seattle.

Ember Glove

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