Because of increasingly unreliable webhosting services, which simply cant live up to their promises of "Unlimited Traffic," once you reach over 20GB of traffic per month, all (currently 19) Mendoza albums are available from Mediafire, which so far seems to be a reliable filehosting service.
For those who prefer to pick out the songs they want one by one, check out my new blog Dave Mendoza Albums, from where you'll have the choice to download either single mp3 files or the entire zip folders for each album.
Before we'll be off-line for a few weeks due to a change of Internet & telephone providers (which in Germany seems to be taking longer than it would in Timbuktu), here the latest results from our sound kitchen:
Luckily, about a week or two before the server of our former webhost crashed, I took the above snapshot of our stats page, leaving us at least the bulk of our stats from 2008:
17,173 visitors,
having downloaded
212.60 GB of data, equalling roughly 50,000 songs,
given the average size of the mp3 files downloadable from our sites.
After the hack attack on our web sites from January, I decided to revamp them & I reckon you've seen the result.
Changes are good for us.
Now all it takes is spring to finally hit this corner of the world...
Although I initially thought that "Good Day to Die" might be a good title to call it quits and stop producing music for the world for free, it so happened that inspiration didn't quite yet ease up on me, and thus the world will have to put up with a few more songs that tell them what they don't want to hear...
Since "Farewell Mr. President," 3 new songs (in English) have seen the light of day which - as usual - I'm ready to share with the world.
First there was the Christmas tune "Immanuel" that already decorated our website audibly during the Christmas season.
Then there was this old tune in Italian by G.F.Haendel that's been haunting me for years (my mother used to sing it), but it turns out to be a love song to a tree. Since I'm into worshiping the Creator rather than the creation, I was delighted to find an alternative version of the lyrics in Italian, which I roughly translated into English and Spanish: Largo
(fiddle by our dear friend Sabine) Finally, my apology to the world for all the times I stuck my foot in my mouth with my bizarre sense of humor:
Hi everyone. Here’s a song I wrote and recorded this week in order to get some things off of my chest about the man who will probably go down in history as the man who gave Christendom’s image in the world the final blow, furthering the cause of those who say that the world would be better off without it or any faith for that matter.
Regardless of religious convictions, though, I would like to invite anyone around the world who happens to be able to identify with its content and message of this song, to join in on it.
All you need is a webcam or a headset with a mic and sing along with the song, record it and mail me (Dave.Mendoza@gmail.com) the clip, and you’ll be included in an extended version of the song & video.
Although I’m referring to the chorus of the song in particular, which should be fairly easy to sing along to, if there’s a particular line in the song you like, you can also sing that one, although I can’t promise to include the audio, depending on the quality. (That applies only to the verses. All contributed audios will be included on the chorus, providing they’re half-way in tune.)
Since this leader’s politics have affected citizens from just about any nation on this planet, your contribution will be added regardless of nationality.
Looking forward to making a racket with you,
Dave
Song Lyrics: Farewell Mr. President
This is a song for you, though it’s a song you’ll never hear
The man who’s wrecked & ruled “the greatest nation on God’s earth” for 8 long years
Oblivious to the facts, oblivious to how it feels to have lost a son in Iraq
for some greedy, old men’s petrol deals
I wonder who’ll wipe off that grin from your mischievous monkey face
You’re wading knee-deep in your sins, the blood of thousands on your hands
Of all the hypocrites I’ve seen you were the one that takes the cake
Farewell, Mr. President!
You sure fulfilled your daddy’s dreams: that New World Order’s rolling in
Cause, after all, what have you been than a mere puppet to their schemes?
And best of all, you’ve done it all in the Name of the One you hate
Cause you were taught not to repeat the one mistake your daddy made
The hypocrites fell for you the way that brand of people do
But me, I see right through your wicked smirk, oh, yes, I do
Farewell, Mr. President!
So now you’re leaving with a bang, the way that big-shot people do
to leave another man to hang in the place you have left him to
I suppose history will show what you did, who you were for real
Perhaps our grandchildren will know what all you schemers now conceal
But in a long, black list of fools, I think you’ll be and always will
the most pathetic one to me
Farewell, Mr. President!
War is your game, war has been your creed
Though it’s sure as hell not you who fight, no you let other people bleed
The wind you have sown, the storm you will reap
So, come on get down off your thrown, make room for yet another creep
“We won’t get fooled again,” is that what we really believed?
But then we’ll believe anything, anything - you screwed us over in our sleep