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Description : "This backing track of music is Attributed to Unreal_dm ccmixter.org"
Wayne has done a wonderful job with the music of Unreal_dm added a trumpet and percussion and many items handled the mixing and final production. We are pleased with the work, and I am personally happy to have joined in a song with these two great companions and musicians in a song.

(The translation of the lyrics in the lyrics section.)

Description : There are songs that I find it hard to translate into English. This is one of them. I hope I've done the best:

"Stories without life, what gave me the now within the untruth.
Dark dreams, full of affliction, in your look while walking.
Chapped skin, cold that she went bankrupt. Dark years, where lives the pain.
It gave me strength and grip, live in the dark without escape.
People prejudge me: you never go out of the brook ... Not ever.

No country or flag to fight for, only justice and truth.
No race or lineage that I can guarantee, cross, side, the channel.
Look straight, pride and honor that who has nothing, not stolen.
Step by step I go. Without forgetting my condition. Not ever.
Life gave me life. Fortunately she did not give me anymore. Not ever.
In this world I never had a place. Jumping, arm-chair in the chair.
Aimlessly when talking, no wind can drag me.
As a scholar at the counter of a bar, watching a game play.
As a beggar that went to spend a night at the opera."

Description : Innatatú Project:
A dream. I had long ago. In principle, the dream made ​​sense, but like any dream I saw was distorted and in a race with no brakes. Perhaps it was a nightmare after a bad digestion. I do not know ...

"Space Sailing
watching comets passing.
Millions of stars
light, wants to reach
New galaxies
reflected in the star map.
The ship moves
among various planets and a pulse
New flashes
shine on principal screen.
Near to a dream
find new ways of life ... "

Description : Innatatú project.

Description : New mixing and remastering by TheHumps.

Innatatú project
I had the song done, but lacked things: wind instruments, some musical arrangements, I do not know ... Nobody like Wayne to help me. Included wind instruments (sax, ETCE), flute and a wonderful acoustic guitar and mastered the final result. Well to me now, the song I like for everything that he has included. Wayne is the man wonders.

"When you hear at night
a song of sorrow.
Anguish shrinking your soul
loud roaring your karma without color.

Tides of your life.
Tides of life.

Moaning louder, not return.
Relying on luck, not return.

When you turn off the color,
in darkness in your heart
pain clouds your reason,
filling you with doubt at the time.

Chorus.

World that stops.
You will not receive aid.
Walking without direction.
Life without a soul and no heart.

Chorus. "

Description : New mix

The right to the tantrum. The right to complain and say ... at least for now we can do, so do not waste time.

Translation in the section of lyrics.

Description : Innatatú Project

In this collaboration I've had ALLEN V and his guitar, with his heart for music and much more that I can't explain. He has helped me to this final result. I'm delighted. Best of all: how we worked together (fifty/fifty).

"Shadows don't disappear
and the night fell.
Between darkness, fear grows
with the "tic tac"of the clock.

Life belongs to me
I'm not going to waste.
The last bullet of my dreams
sure I'll shoot.

Problems arise
along with your cold.
Tensions always grow
if we don't face the truth.

Life belongs to me
I'm not going to waste.
The last bullet of my dreams
sure I'll shoot.

In the morning, I think
hear a scream without screaming.
I fired my last bullet.
Not had time to aim. "

Description : I have to thank AllenV to do some guitar licks to the dimension of this song climbed many integers. Really has done a great job ... What do you think?

The translation:
"Dreams that time crept into paper boats.
The breeze took away from that lake.
Where my life grew up throwing stones at him.
The time it flew, swift and cautious: Fast.

Life pushed us ... that led us away from here.
How dreams of paper flying in the sky, without turning.
Bruges travel essence in the air, scent of being.
Bruges travel essence in the air, scent of being.

Wishes of children involved in yesterday's laughter.
Believing the moon to reach, all the fires put out.
Dreaming about the future, believing the world going to change.
Always playing to win, never a step backwards.

Chorus. "

Description : Project: 5000 Dedos

A Walk in Barcelona, by Michael and I accompanied him as guide, you walk through the bustling streets, stroll by the sea and will end our tour in the Montjuic cemetery to tell an old story.

"There are three graves at the top of my city.
Few people know them, and away they go.
Leave flowers, never pray and then leave.
Red and black on the top of the city.

People forget those who went to fight.
They gave their lives for social justice.

There are three graves at the top of my city.
Neglected by the Government.
And though they died for their freedom.
My Barcelona, don't want to remember.

For those who want to always remember:
There are three graves at the top of my city.

To the Barricades! "

Description : Innatatú project.

"How many wounds that time has stopped years ago.
And some flowers as white as solitude.
Few strokes of lost love in your heart,
between singing love poems.

While lights from your balcony.
Fires burning to the wind in your interior.
Kisses, longing destinations, not knowing where to go.
Firm step on the road, though it's hard to walk.

It costs so much walking. It costs so much ... follow up.

Bouquets of flowers faded over time.
Beads made to the wind in your heart.

Singing verses your heart. Screaming at the time that happened.

Traces of life in yours, have left a sign.
Rain waters the seeds planted in your truth.

So many dreams of love felt in your heart.
Dormant verses written on indifference. "

Description : Innatatú
Respectfully dedicate this song to Loquillo (R & R Star) and everyone that we both were born in a suburb of a big city ... you already know that neighborhood, that I talk.

Description : Project: Innatatatu

Well, I want to dedicate this song especially my partner in Looperman Michael Stokes ... and also those that keep making music in the dark.

The sax will hear are great loops from our partner Looperman, SLAPJOHNSON.
If you do not know who is ... you have a problem. Anyway:
https://www.looperman.com/users/detail/67443

Description : A simple song about life in the big city and go to work every day taking the subway.
"Hours that come and go
fighting against time
hours that come and go
looking for some direction
away from your heart.

Dreams come and go
quickly enveloped us
within this city
seconds in his heart.

Life and hurry against time.
Life without laughter in this metropolitan.
life and hurry, beating the clock.
life without your hurry ... I want it.

Subways come and go
sadness inside
hours will not return
run away from our hearts
flying in a song. "

Helped by the voices of Anna and Mara.

Description : Well in this song I had the invaluable help of AbnerBesares with his guitar ... wonderful. In the chorus you can also hear the voice of Mara, always helping at all. A trio Latino connection.
Well this is the story of an old rocker I met many years ago. It is a short story (more or less as I remember), you will hear their great lines and his speech and onomatopoeia. I hope I have done justice to a man who when I met him as I shook hands, told me: My name is death.

"Games of life and chance.
What they dealt cards already!
Time deceived me.
Pretending to be Peter Pan
It was all laughter and alcohol,
with time for love.

The big game was:
alone, the Time and me.
Games, Time won
Every afternoon, in the same room.

My luck ended. (No No)

Games of life and chance.
What they dealt cards already!
I need five more ...
and on the sleeve, one ace.
Time will not win.
Old rocker never die.

Seeing the Time comes,
I started to shake.
It was not fear or dread ...
Elvis in me rose.

The chorus "

Description : Song for a friend. For a friendship of 29 years now. "Love and games, which we saw go.
To survive hard times.
Dream and life were marked in you,
in your Self
Photos and tapes to remember.
Hours passed, are frozen.
A smile that escapes me facing you.
Dream and life are shared
and the shadows that come our way.
Side by side on road we must follow.
So it must be.
Punishment with laughter that we live,
but it hurts the final smile,
laugh about life together until the end. "
For Toni. With love.

Description : "All covered with disappointment
turning beauty into a song.
Penalties incurred in the heart
are now colorful stories.

Clumsiness, pregnancy, embarrassment and shame
in stories of comedy, time became.
The stories most raw and unresolved ...
Legends write in my heart.

My mind played many games,
beat to beat of my heart.
Written in a book or a song
short stories that eventually led. "

These stories give us the words to songs. That is what this song. Full of horns and keyboards.

Description : And I heard the music of our fellow Looperman "Silvestre" and I liked it. He left me to compose some lyrics and the result is you are going to listen. If you like the song take all the credit to the music of my friend and if you don't like it, you can blame it on me. Sound of the 70.

"Back in the ways of freedom.
Viewing cold destination of their solitude.
Leaving the moments that will never return.
Sound the cries in the dark.

Song of Ice and Fire him sing.
Song of Ice and Fire. So until the end ...

Pale glimpses of his heart,
in the cold winter still give heat.
Film moments that they were already
between strands of harsh reality.

Hopes and dreams, life is going.
Lost in the wind, his coldness.
Both burn the ice as the truth.
So much pain inside you burning now. "

Description : Well, a song that talks about the past, a night of insomnia and how to turn your head in the memories of people you had not thought of in a long time. Again with the help of Mara and Anna.
"The past moments come back, some already forgotten.
Stored in drawers that the time didn't opened. "

Hope you like it.

Description : A sort of lullaby poppyjazz "?. I do not know ... voices help me my wife Mara, and our friend Anna. Hope you like and you may have happy dreams ...

Description : The title of this song is an expression meaning something like: Whatever. There is no remedy. So from here start the translation.
"They are leaving us always on the side.
Wasting their divine words.
In a system they created.
Creating endocrine violence.
We live in an invented world
full of deception, cheating and doctrines.
You can buy them in the free market.
Fill shop windows and showcases.

We settlements solidarity. You know.
Unemployment in a seat reserved, numbered just for you.
And where to fall dead in our neighborhoods.
Whatever.

Everything is always organized.
All are cousins, neighbors or siblings.
Cut from the same standards
by a private hospital surgeon.
They have cut the cake.
They did not let us or the crumbs
if you want to pay them
in the nearest bank with your life.

Its law and order only, you know,
his big fat fees with your sweat,
with the blood of our suffering and our pain.

Whatever. If not these, others will come. "

Description : Hecho con Music Maker

Description : In Spain there is a proverb: Who sings, frightens his illness. This song is to scare the mischiefs. It is full of color, Latin pop. "Voices are sounding. / Singing the same tune. / Song away tears. / Make your heart stronger. / inside your heart."
Looperman's fellows, that this song moves away all your troubles and that the sun will shine upon us. I hope so.

Description : "Sitting on a cloud, watching the day pass.
Bird flies high to find
vestiges of cultures and buried now.
Stars that light sitting in the dark.
With dreams in life seeking the truth.
Clouds found behind loneliness.

Grey clouds with nocturnal wandering.
I have high dreams, even beyond ...
Perched on a cloud to rest.
Light winds that pass. Come and go.
Moments of life that are to remember.
Take a break to take flight.
While not call me, I'll sit here.
Lying on a cloud on the dark gray sky ... "
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Description : One of my old songs, but modernized.
"So bitter that night, when the moon scream. There will be no lights, no ships will save you from sinking. Only silence in your soul. All off and nothing else. Need something more.
How feathers horse or a centipedes shoes. How the arch of the magician or the ring of power.
There will be neither a sunbeam. Not a single breath of life. There will be no earth, there will be no salt. Neither lips that kiss you. Just a sad body to keep drag."