Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Yes, this is a short from a poetry of Mora Amaro La Loba

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Prolegomenus - Take 1 - Exotic Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisation

https://vimeo.com/292621560

Prolegomenus - Take 2 - Exotic Fusion - Jam Guitar Improvisation

https://vimeo.com/292621710

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[Marcus Nalgaber]

Sometimes a song can be a coat made of cold

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Sometimes I wonder when I sink
where do I fall
why there is no background or color
that gives shape to this abyss
that suddenly envelops me
with his coat made of cold
with a coat made of cold

And as I fall I look at that sky
that is still there with its sun and its moon
oblivious to my wounded bird beat
oblivious to my wounded bird beat

And while I fall I laugh
trying a thousand and one moans
thinking that maybe they wake up
to that sleeping God
to laugh with me
to laugh with me

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Everything happens inside - Original Song

When you realize that you are a recipient of yourself.

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I refuse sadness
and I look for the door to the other side
but pain is a key that everything hidden opens

Sadness made of facts that move in memory,
putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors
with the taste of salt

And despite my smile that becomes independent
staying on my lips with the pride of madness

Everything happens inside slowly, without haste
Everything happens inside slowly, without haste

Sadness made of facts that move in memory,
putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors
with the taste of salt

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Mediterranean Woman - Smooth Latin Jazz Ballad



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[Marcus Nalgaber]

Those long roads - Nostalgic Smooth Jazz



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[Marcus Nalgaber]

Drawers - A very innocent song

When the drawers become all.

Be well

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The cry of a painting - Canterbury Scene Style - Red Gibson ES-335

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jkecpd2ObTQ

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[Marcus Nalgaber]

Mr. Doctor - She went to the doctor to change her heart - Nu Pop



Mr. Doctor,
pull out this pain,
lock it into a rubber glove
and throw it into the fire of what does not work

Mr. Doctor,
pull me this heart,
wrap it into a rubber glove
and keep it in some box.

Put me some new eyes,
Put me some new dreams,
Make my mouth sing some song
of those
that make you dance to the beat of the drum

Put me some new eyes,
Put me some new dreams,
Make my mouth sing some song
of those
that make you dance to the beat of the drum

Mr. Doctor,
Put in my hands a brush
that knows how to paint the sun

[Marcus Nalgaber]

A Moon without Sun

This strange song is built on a base of different styles, a rhythmic fusion and very interesting lyrics. I recommend reading the lyrics listening to the song. Worth it.

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Sometimes I see a river full of dreams…
shipwrecked,
and I count them one by one,
one by one,
wondering, wondering,
why, why, why, why, why, why...

Sometimes I dream of a river full of dreams…
shipwrecked,
shipwrecked, shipwrecked,
and I count them one by one,
one by one,

as if they were little fish
that go looking for their mother,
for their mother...

River of dreams
shipwrecked,
River of dreams
Shipwrecked,
shipwrecked, shipwrecked,

River of lost dreams
watering sleeping fields
under a moon without sun
that only gives them its cold,
its cold, its cold,

River of lost dreams
watering sleeping fields
under a moon without sun
that only gives them its cold,
its cold, its cold,

River of past waters
that nevertheless has a course
and never stays dry
or without fish to count,
or without fish to count,