trackfour
shinji
anting.

lyrics
off the hook
never off the hook
i tax everything i see
they players with what i feel
in a sense
the death of my innocence
miss my breath like your presence
the magnificence
i got all the weapons right here
but they ain't helpin me see things clear
places i've been
when i used to walk with teams
the thing they used to call a brain
is rotting to never be used again
a now refused game
all up on my name
i got out of my system
i need me some wisdom
the thoughts of a human living and breathing
fucking perceiving
waking up in the morning
i gotta get over it
i feel like everything's fake
i gotta hit these walls till they break
maybe i need to free my thoughts
or just free my soul

shinji

shinji (me)

Come F. Bomber
https://soundcloud.com/dannydboh

BOMBER ft. Bikkio (Prod. dannydboh)

EXIA- PELLE E OSSA (prod.NeuroKid)

guitars by https://soundcloud.com/miguelthethirdpart2


So, what do I do now? 

BoJack, it doesn't matter.

Well, if it doesn't matter, can I stay on the phone with you at least?

Okay.

How was your day?

Good. 

Yeah?

Yeah. My day was good.


from bojack horseman

disenchantment

linkrot

linkrot (+ saint mike)

De la cuna nos viene la tristeza
y también de la cuna la alegría

La esencia del mundo es musical –se dijo Augusto cuando murió la última nota del organillo–. Y mi Eugenia, ¿no es musical también? Toda ley es una ley de ritmo, y el ritmo es el amor. He aquí que la divina mañana, virginidad del día, me trae un descubrimiento: el amor es el ritmo. La ciencia del ritmo son las matemáticas; la expresión sensible del amor es la música. La expresión, no su realización; entendámonos.

from niebla by unamuno

niebla

wuwesta canzxone è un dissing a èpizza bvlodjka vbaffacnulo
(la prod l'abbiamo presa da youtube non è davvero dj massinga)
((non sappiamo se la mamma di blodia si chiami maria))

MC DANNYDBOH - LA PIZZA (DISSING) (+ MC ANDREA "LA MUSICA") (PROD.DJ MASSINGA) 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷

https://soundcloud.com/dannydboh https://soundcloud.com/user-977002093
prod https://soundcloud.com/kenzaxxv
##TASKYDBOH

yotteitor 400

##EMYOGO (+ ANNA PENE) (KENZA) ##TASKYDBOH

https://soundcloud.com/dannydboh 
prod https://soundcloud.com/kenzaxxv
##TASKYDBOH

##STALINSON (KENZA) ##TASKYDBOH

https://soundcloud.com/dannydboh https://soundcloud.com/ferdinando-corrado
prod https://soundcloud.com/kenzaxxv
##TASKYDBOH

##CACIOEMACCARUN (+ FERDY) (KENZA) ##TASKYDBOH

ghosttrack

February 26, 2023
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.

from the myhouse.wad journal

happinesshastobefoughtfor.wav

Bellerofonte
Che fece del canto una lama
Del vanto un’ala e dell’ingordigia l’altra
Bramoso del posto più alto nell’Olimpo
Salta il cielo

Sella 
Che non resse il peso di tale essere
Gli sfugge
E lui
Cade
Precipita
Si schianta

Ora le sue ossa
Giacciono fra cumuli di pietra
Avvelenando la terra
Ed ogni pianta 
Che del morbido midollo si nutre

Ali Di Pegaso

𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖉𝖇𝖔𝖍
all low no spaces
dionysian artist
18

niebla

dannydboh

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