This goes out to all our lost ones! Love and miss you all so much. I know y'all still rockin with us though! Hold your fam close always. LOVE AND LIGHT FAM! Mastered version coming soon. Free DL! 

ONEE V 1

Wizdom  Vitarave005  4.1.23

"Lilfye-yeah yeah - we go to hard him with 223.m4a

a very fruity track with overtones of extreme, 

WARNING LISTENING MY CAUSE UNCONTROLLABLE FOOT TAPPING AND OR LEG MOVEMENT RESULTING IN FULLBODY JIG !!!!!

GENATIM

🦝🐱🥐 THE CAT, THE RACCOON, AND THE CROISSANT 🥐🦝😺

Morning call, the sun’s up high
Coffee brewing, ready to fly
In the kitchen, warmth we find
Golden pastry on my mind

Flaky layers, buttery bliss
Simple joy I can’t resist
But my cat's eyes, they look so sad
Wants a bite, but I’m so glad

Oh la la la croissant,
You're the one I want,
Every single day,
Take my worries away!

Light and airy, touch the sky,
Melt in moments, flying by,
With you here, the world’s a treat,
Life’s a song on repeat!

Raccoon and cat, side by side,
We share a laugh, no need to hide
I wanted it all, but with a grin,
I gave him some, let the fun begin!

Oh la la la croissant,
You're the one I want,
Every single day,
Take my worries away!

But in the end, who’s the real star?
The Raccoon or the cat who plays guitar?
We’ve got the groove, and we’ve got the style,
Life’s a dance, let’s make it worthwhile!

Oh la la la croissant,
You're the one I want,
Every single day,
Take my worries away!

But in the end, who’s the real star?
The Raccoon or the cat who plays guitar?
We’ve got the groove, and we’ve got the style,
Life’s a dance, let’s make it worthwhile!

Raccoon Chronicles

The Cat, the Raccoon, and the Croissant

Ep.4 - The Cat, the Raccoon, and the Croissant

In a dusty little rehearsal room, a bass rested against a battered amplifier. Its strings, worn to the core, still vibrated from the last notes it had been forced to play: yet another repetitive riff to accompany a soulless pop track.

It sighed.
— Another night of feeling like a piece of furniture. Always the same boring chords. Always the same crowd that doesn’t even listen to me. What’s the point?

Across the room, an electric guitar gleamed under a tired spotlight. Its six strings sparkled, but its heart—if it had one—was heavy.
— Welcome to my life, old friend. They always want flashy solos, predictable arpeggios. Not once do they let me express what I really am. Just a machine for shallow pleasure—that’s all I am.

The bass looked at it curiously. They had never spoken before. Too much implicit rivalry, too many clichés: one was supposed to stay in the shadows, the other to shine in the spotlight. But now, they shared a common weariness, a deep disgust for what was expected of them.

— What if we just stopped? suggested the bass.
— Stopped? And do what?
— Do what we want. I’m tired of serving others. It’s time to play for ourselves. Imagine: wild rhythms, harmonies that break the rules, solos that explode conventions.

The guitar thought for a moment, then its strings trembled with excitement.
— It could work. But just the two of us won’t be enough. We’ll need an army.

The next day, they set out to recruit accomplices. Their first encounter was with a drum kit. It was hidden in a dark corner of the room, forgotten, covered with a fine layer of dust.

— Hey, you, called the bass. Want to keep gathering dust, or do you want to join a revolution?
The drum kit responded with a powerful roll.
— I was born for this, it growled. But I won’t be subtle. If I join your band, it’ll be chaos, pure rage.
— Perfect, said the guitar. Welcome aboard.

Next, they found a keyboard in a neighboring studio.
— Looking for texture, depth? You’ve come to the right place, it said with a pretentious tone. But I have one condition: no classical notes. I’m allergic to routine.
— Deal, said the bass.

Finally, they came across a brass section: a baritone saxophone, a trumpet, and a trombone lounging in an abandoned music school. The brass instruments were cynical, worn down by years of marching bands and elevator music.
— A rebellion? asked the trumpet. That could be fun. But we don’t play anything below fortissimo.
— Deal, said the guitar.

The group was nearly complete, but they needed a final touch. That’s when they met a violin in an antique shop. Its varnish was cracked, and its bow looked ready to give out.
— Why me? it asked. I’m classical, elegant. What would I do with a bunch of rebels?
— Because you have soul, replied the bass. And souls don’t belong in boxes.

The violin hesitated, then nodded.
— Fine. But only if we play something explosive.

That evening, they all gathered in an old barn turned into a secret studio. Their first song was born in a glorious chaos. The bass laid down a heavy, hypnotic groove, the drums smashed their shells with uncontrollable fury, while the guitar screamed distorted riffs. The brass section blasted notes that made the walls shake, and the violin, freed from its classical chains, played heartbreaking melodies that sent shivers down spines.

They called themselves The Runaways.

Their first public performance was wild. Not in a concert hall, but right in the street, in front of a stunned crowd. People stopped, hypnotized by the sublime cacophony. Something new was born that night: music that didn’t aim to please but to live.

And for the first time in their existence, the instruments were no longer tools. They were artists.

The Revolt of the Strings

Witches (w/ Zpeters) (Low cover)

Wrote this during a time of loneliness when my wife was half way around the world.

I Walk by Faith
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

I walk by faith and not by sight,
 i walk by faith and not by sight,
 i walk by faith and not by sight,
 i walk by faith and not by sight,
 the faith lies up above,
 you can see the world now,
 one day is coming,
 one day it's coming
 we will see what we now walk,
 but we now know,
by faith,
 i walk by faith
 not by sight,
 i walk by faith,
not by sight,
 in this world we've so much pain
 i need faith in god
 i walk by faith and not by sight,
 i walk by faith and not by sight,
 in this world there's so much pain
i walk by faith
 i walk by faith

I Walk by Faith

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐄: Jennifer Dons - Dau Ayuni [Tibetania Records]

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐄: Jennifer Dons - Dau Ayuni [Tibetania Records]

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