Holy F*cking Hell is an anthem for the binary times we live in — where we’re only allowed to be red or blue.

It was written at the height of the pandemic, in the middle of a ridiculous war between left and right, as a form of satire aimed at those who, overnight, took to the streets to defend their favorite politicians like beloved pets.

How hard it is to have a different opinion...


Holy F*cking Hell

It’s tough being Latin, straight-faced and broke,
No cash in the bank, just the weight of the yoke.
They see the beard, think I’m red to the core,
But when they ask why, I just show them the door —

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain why I’m poor with an iPhone,
While some ride in limos to buy fast food alone.
Hard to explain all the hate and the fear —
When sooner or later, we all end up here:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain all the racism.
Hard to explain this damn system.
Hard to explain the consumer's chain,
Hard to say I don’t think the same.

It’s hard to explain why it almost makes sense —
Chase money for life, die broke on a bench.
Sell your soul just to fit the scene,
Play nice and clean,
Be silent and tame,
So you get to complain...

It’s hard to explain that my joy ain’t your pain,
And your life won't change if you let others remain.
Just accept there's more ways, more minds, more views —
And deal with the folks who don’t live like you.

Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

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Puta que Pariu é um hino aos tempos binários que vivemos, onde só podemos ser vermelho ou azul. Escrita no auge da pandemia e no ápice da guerra imbecil entre destros e canhotos, como forma de escárnio aos que, do dia para noite, começaram a ir para as ruas defender seus politicos de estimação. Como é dificil ter outra opinião....


Puta que Pariu
Difícil é por ser latino americano e careta.
Sem um puto no banco, empapuçado de marreta.
Não é por ser barbudo que eu viro comunista.
Difícil é explicar já mando logo para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil é explicar porque sou pobre e tenho i-phone.
Ou quem vai de limusine no dogão pra matar a fome.
Difícil é explicar porque a discriminação.
Se em mais ou menos tempo vamos todos para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil explicar o racismo.
Difícil explicar a opressão.
Difícil explicar o que o consumismo.
Difícil é dizer que eu tenho outra opinião.
Difícil é explicar que isso tudo faz sentido.
Viver atrás de grana pra depois morrer mendigo.
Vende a vida por grana.
Pra querer ser bacana.
Recatado e do lar.
Pra poder criticar.
Difícil é explicar que o meu bem não é seu mal.
E que nada em sua vida deixará de ser igual.
Se você aceitar opções e opiniões.
Se você aprender a lidar com quem mora na terra.
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 


Holy F*cking Hell (Puta que Pariu)

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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude
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a veteran's voice
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music by modulprinzip, Berlin // Germany  
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Artwork:
handdrawn illustration by Peter Uertz, Düsseldorf / Germany
thank you, Peter!
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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude

ANARS ! Sous le radar

Hyperbole, or Hyperbole

Study for piano and orchestra 02.09.25

Piano Concerto No.6 (4th movement) Op.44

Fr0ggy5 posted an awesome drum solo and the voices in my head just wanted add a little something something.
https://soundcloud.com/fr0ggy5/bass-drum-solo-in-my-room

Piano to fr0ggy5 drums

Adsorbed

Universumsbrecher (universe breaker)

IS  THIS  A  PLAY   GARDEN   ?

I have been struggling to realise a song for these Lyrics for almost 10 years. Each year I try to get a song I envision and always fall short, because I just do not have the vocal chops to get the song I want. This is closer to what I had envisioned. I used AI Music software to vocalise my Lyrics and add Music. I did a final Mastering in Studio One.

Brothers Indeed

Death Alone
Winters Drone
Dark Stars Time
A Forsaken Rhyme
Ghostly Fumes
Black Ice Tombs
Despairs the Bite
Hiding the Light

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will go
Light will Shine
Light our Light
Know to know
we will Grow

Loves Roar
Hearts Soar
Raise the Alarm
Brothers in Arms
Eternal Light
Is our Sight
Arms of my Brother
One Step then Another

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will Go
light will Shine
Light our Light
Know To Know
We will Grow

No Void to Dark
Hope to Stark
Wisdom is Earned
Wisdom is Earned
Shine the Light
We will Grow

Fritz Herold - 2017


Hyperbole, or Hyperbole

Al Bob Bidwell