Via Con Me

City Heat

Copacabana Trio: Bossa Nova Jazz Cafe

Bossa Nova Jazz

Corcovado (Quiet Night of Quiet Stars)

I Know It's Over

metox - Принимают с мескалином (jazz)

**Track Description: "Whisper Your Fears" by Socratezzz**

Written by Christopher Saleh, "Whisper Your Fears" is a soulful and introspective journey that delves into the delicate balance between fear and hope. With gentle, poetic lyrics, the song encourages listeners to confront their deepest anxieties, letting them fade in the light of inner strength. Socratezzz's soothing vocals and passionate delivery create a serene yet powerful atmosphere, reminding us that while scars may remain, hope is always within reach. It's a song about rising above, finding peace, and discovering the courage to move forward.

16 Oct 2024

Whisper Your Fears

02-La nostalgia es un volcan-Turko

Just a little Dharma experiment with some Island AI.

Fly Oceanic Airways

A cry for the future, a call to the stars, To leave behind borders, to break through the bars. The Earth is our cradle, but we cannot stay, “Demand space tourism” is showing the way.
A movement for progress, for purpose, for dreams, To rise beyond Earth and its fragile seams. No longer confined to the same tired fight, The cosmos awaits, our ultimate right.
Demand space tourism, a call to ignite, The dawn of an age where we take flight. Building new worlds, a species reborn, Rising together to break through the storm.

[Verse 3] A planet in anguish, a species in chains,

DemandSpaceTourism

President Chump
INTRODUCTION

President Chump, fashions a slump,
lands with a thump. He’s a self-lover.
He blurts out everything he thinks.
Even when it’s nonsense and stinks.
Every day his cultic base shrinks.

He thinks he can rule.
The delusional fool!
INTERLUDE

President Chump, gets in a grump,
lands on his rump. He’ll soon discover,
his acolytes and rich sycophants, 
are kneeing at his feet in a trance.
He acts like Napolean of France.

But the Keys have got gates.
Fort Jefferson awaits.

INSTRUMENTAL

President Chump, thinks in a sump,
sinks in a dump. He’s a hate-shover.
He suffers from verbal diarrhea. 
His final destination is clear.
The signs say ‘Get out of here’.

His crown is a cone.
He’ll soon be alone.

He thinks he can rule.
The delusional fool!

But the Keys have got gates.
Fort Jefferson awaits.

OUTRO






President Chump

Strongly influenced by folk and Celtic, though I do write in other genres: orchestral rock, melodic rock, and Country.

President Chump

Alan Wagstaff