Sweet Lady Ann

Sweet Lady Ann

Something like Pirate Metal or Punk. I wrote this song for Bandlab’s Shantyonthelab seashanty contest, then it was enhanced by Omnicordion.

I will
Love her from the starboard
Love her from the port
Love her from the forward
Love her from the aft
Love her till she cries, no!
Oh, sweet Lady Ann
I’ll grab my sack and I’ll be
Back on the sea again

Tilbury to Boston, Rio, Buenos Aires
Honolulu, Sidney, Singapore, Bombay
Dubai to Port Said to Istanbul, Athens
Gibraltar, Hamburg and back to sweet Lady Ann

Suerte Miserable (with Omnicornio)

Suerte Miserable (with Omnicornio)

Another collaboration with the excellent multi instrumentalist Omnicornio. Originally conceived as a Piazzola tribute. Then it became this melancholic, drunken tavern, surrealist, heavy tango rock as he describes.

Será que escribo
Mis últimas letras
En papel empapado de lágrimas amargas

Versos mórbidos
Que me dictó la vida
Gastada sin la única mujer que quería

Camarero,
Tome todo mi dinero
Y no pare seguir trayendo los tragos
Hasta que digo adiós y agarro
El culo de la chica de ese cabron tatuado

Suerte miserable
Que me ha dejado vivir la vida
Sin tocarte, abrazarte,
Sin saber el calor de tu piel

Será que tomo
Mis ultimas copas
En este garito de pegadas dolorosas

De aca no salgo
En una sola pieza
Y no va a doler tanto que dolía la vida

Camarero,
Tome todo mi dinero
Y no pare seguir trayendo los tragos
Hasta que digo adiós y agarro
El culo de la chica de ese cabron tatuado

Suerte miserable
Que me ha dejado vivir la vida
Sin tocarte, abrazarte,
Sin saber el calor de tu piel

Suerte miserable
Que me ha dejado vivir la vida
Sin tocarte, abrazarte,
Sin saber el sabor de tu boca

credits

released January 19, 2021
Music: Manuel Patiño, Norbert Miskei; lyrics Norbert Miskei cover art: Iván P.

Protest Song (with Jab The Caller)

Protest Song (with Jab The Caller)

A reggae collaboration with the excellent Jab The Caller reminding you to think for yourself and don’t automatically believe everything you’re told.

Call them Jab

People come closer and
Hear me out
What I have to say
you may not gonna like

This is concerning all
Of your lives
And it’s nearly too late
To open your eyes

You think you’re free
But it’s time to see
You are being played
All along the way

Your opinion and the
Thoughts in your head
Could have been planted there
By somebody else

But now I give you this protest song
Sing it all day, hum it all night long
Don’t let the system make you a slave
You are the master of your own brain

Now that you have this protest song
Pass it along give it to everyone
The sooner you start to disseminate
The sooner we can free those who relate

Bob Marley warned you about
Mental slavery
Yet your mind is chained
By marketing tactics

The leaders you follow
Will lie for your vote
Break any promise
For gain of bank notes

You trust your favorite paper but forget
The journalist must also eat
So does the cleaner, the driver and the editor in chief
You think your vote is free but look at the choices you’ve left with
The wicked rules over you by keeping you divided

But now I give you this protest song
Sing it all day, hum it all night long
Don’t let the system make you a slave
You are the master of your own brain

Now that you have this protest song
Pass it along give it to everyone
The sooner you start to disseminate
The sooner we can free those who relate

credits

released January 19, 2021
Music: Norbert Miskei, lyrics: Norbert Miskei, Darryl Carrington

Look At This Beauty

Look At This Beauty

I’ve got this beautiful carving from my #1 fan and good friend, Adam Molinek from Switzerland, made from a single piece of wood. Adam Molinek is an emerging artist, famous for his extremely complicated, often psychedelic wood sculptures.

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

My take on this wonderful ever red and gold classic.

Gotcha

Gotcha

A funky little song, don’t look for any deep meaning behind it. Also available on Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, YouTube and a bunch of other platforms.

Gotcha
Caught you how you cha cha
Across my soul
Shuffling through my
Rhythms and my beats

But I let ya
Hell I even watch ya
Ripping up the floor
And I’ll jump right in
If I can’t take no more

This is not the night
I’m gonna worry
About virus spreading
Or the planet burning

It’s more like the night
When I rip off my shirt
You can’t stop me now
I’ll dance till it hurts

I saw ya
Deny if you wanna
I know your moves
You filled me with riddim
When you stole my blues

And I thank ya
Now I can boogie how I wanna
Drop me the groove
And make me some space
Coz I’m ready to move

You rocked my ambience
Kicked me in a trance
I really feel the ants
I can’t stop to dance
Rock me now!

This is not the night
I’m gonna worry
About virus spreading
Or the planet burning

It’s more like the night
When I rip off my shirt
You can’t stop me now
I’ll dance till it hurts

El Hungarito y La Paz Mundial

El Hungarito y La Paz Mundial

People from other countries might be awesome you just don’t know it yet, get out there, have a drink with them and get to know them. Well, when you can again of course.

Available also on Spotify, Apple Music, Youtube, Amazon, Deezer, Bandcamp and other popular platforms.

El hungarito va al barito
Toma su trago, toma su tiempo
No importa país ni pueblo
Lo saluda todo el mundo

El toma
Con el checo, el eslovaco
El chino y el koreano
Con el ruso y el polaco
El gringo y el mexicano
El judío y el irano
Argentino y brasilero
El francés y el alemán
Hace crecer la paz mundial

El toma
Con el turco con el griego
El serbio y el croato
Paquistaní y el indio
Su paisano y el gitano
El cubano y africano
El inglés y el italiano
Español y el catalan
Hace crecer la paz mundial