Man it feels like I'm in the 80s, nice job!

Great  guitar intro. Really cool melody. As usual, a track I enjoy from you.

This is excellent...and I love the lead work on both keys and guitar.

Nice production and instrumental perfomance here..

@user-774309070: Thanks, 6&7. 'priciate it. ⁓Rebecca

amazing music all around!! I'm biased towards the guitar always, but the drumming, rhythm..everything on this is top notch pro level! Following u on spotify now too! truly impressed!

The excitement runs deep in Running In-Between, as the party once again spills out to the streets, with Andrea’s high energy guitar duels and Rebecca’s lively keys.

Imagine a street party that alternates between fighting and partying. A lively bunch of folks. No one was harmed in the making of this tune.

This song is from the album Aggregate which can be found in its entirety on Bandcamp, as well as other major online retailers. Go to https://8000miles.bandcamp.com to check it out and follow 8000 Miles on Bandcamp to get first notices of new releases.

Video: youtube.com/watch?v=3Kk2iMUWy48

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Credits:
Rebecca Williams - bass, percussion, synths, production. 
Andrea Pierantoni - guitars, production. 
Mixing and mastering by Andrea. 
Cover art by Rebecca.
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Running In-Between

At the beginning the 7/8 measure may feel a bit uncomfortable to some, but that's exactly how the main character in this song feels. Until he gets drawn in...

[Rough English Translation]
DON'T ASK WHY
What makes life worth living
He asks wearily
It is the journey that you experience yourself
She says captivated
It's the wind
The sea, the salt
It's the child
In young and old
It’s our nature
The game, the sum
All together
And don't ask why

Don't ask why

What gives life ‘zin’ [In English: ‘meaning’] to you then
He asks intoxicated
How nice that you start about ‘zin’
She replies roguishly
For you to ask
For me to know
Is that too vague
Make ‘zin’ [In English ‘meaning’ but also ‘I feel like’] tactile
Don't you feel lust
Oh boy, come on
I want you to kiss me
And don't ask why

Don't ask why

VRAAG NIET WAAROM (click for translation)

Beat produced by DutchRevz

Mix and Master by They Build Houses
 
in association w/ [sofa gang] Co.

Nothing Left To Be Scared Of

Nothing Left To Be Scared Of (prod. DutchRevz)

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God of War

God of War - Marx Valentine (prod. SantaBeats)

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Original composition... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Aurora

I woke up one morning thinking someone should write a country song called "Deleted Scenes"... decided it may as well be me...

DELETED SCENES

this has all the makings of a
contradiction,
a twist of truth, a turn of fate, a shred of fiction
and though you missed the casting call
it seems you hooked the leading role again… 

this has all the trappings of an 
end of season
it's introducing characters
but one is leaving
it seems the plot is all wrapped up
when it should have been the making of us

now you’re in your pole position
the role I play an imposition
the words have all just been rewritten
my exit line just exposition…
you’ll see me in the making of
or maybe in deleted scenes
perhaps there’ll be a making of
worth seeing…

this has all the makings of a grand finale
a question mark is hanging over every party
when it could have been the making of
should have been the making of us…

no season’s ever everlasting
the rumour is that you’re recasting
there’s someone standing in the wings
to take the cues and steal the scenes
I’ll see you in the making of
or maybe in deleted scenes
it should have been our making of
but the cut is all I’ve seen 

at least we’ll see in the making of…
the big reveal in the making of…
that all along we were making
deleted scenes…

Deleted Scenes

Poetry & Song: Higher than Clouds

Here's a song I had that I sent over to my boy Brandon Sweeney who's the ultimate songsmith.  He took this piece I wrote gave it the ol' Sweeney twist and this is now the wonderful results of that.  Enjoy and do be sure to crank this to 11.

PRETTIEST WATERFALL

Too Fast

(ight)AnimeIntro

8000 Miles is the distance between Rebecca in Hawaii and Andrea in Italy. The two joined forces to create two albums of elegant progressive rock, with shiny metal bits, layered in symphonic lushness. 

Also, two singers have collaborated on two different 8000 Miles songs, each bringing their own cool vibes to Kobayashi Maru (Impossible Love) (feat. Duncan Butler) and An Optimist In A Hurricane (feat. The Fall Of Saigon).

8000 Miles is currently on extended vacation.
Rebecca is working solo as: https://soundcloud.com/becs-kauai
Andrea is working solo as: https://soundcloud.com/single-handed

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