Awesome Music #30

Ladat’s Support Jan’25 vol.1

Re-Ex findings january-25#2

zabrisky

Christian PERUTI

Relations is the 3rd single from my new album, Pale Ontology, out now exclusively on bandcamp.

https://tommarkey.com

Relations

Red Dust Inn

Youtube lyric video:
https://youtu.be/Yb5G1GynsBQ

07 - The Other Shoe

Beat by  Klyde B (Under Lic.)
Mixed and Mastered by Ettore Gilardoni c/o Real Sound Studio, Milan, Italy.
Lead Vocals: Roberto Bocchetti
Backing Vocals: Gupho https://soundcloud.com/user-985421247
Executive Producer: Roberto Bocchetti
Taken from the Album "Ricordi / Memories" OUT NOW:
https://soundcloud.com/roberto-bocchetti/sets/ricordi-memories
Cover Photo by: DONTEX https://soundcloud.com/dontex

Ricordi

In riva al mare

In Riva Al Mare (Feat. Gupho) [FREE DOWNLOAD] ITALIAN

She is very angry. She got up on the wrong foot this morning. A little coffee my darling? 😇🥰

She's my Angel

She's My Angel - KRT Production

A Good Lie

Fire Water

Website

Always

First recorded in January 2022. 
From the album Spuk3.

It's a song about youth and having to grow up too fast, hopelessness. It's not really about one specific person, there's bits that are definitely about this person or that, and bits that are definitely about me.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

Lyrics

Ah, little Jenny Tucker.
Reputation as a looker.
Walking up and down on her beat.
Bin by the sands.
More than holding hands.
With her high-heeled shoes on her feet.
Says it's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

Oh, I feel like I should go.
But I guess you'd never know.
So I always stay.
Now there's no walking away.
But it's alright... It's alright... it's alright...

A real easy lady.
To anything she says maybe.
Her doors open usually.
But she caught me at a bad 
Time in my life.
One another had me down on my knees.
But it's alright... it's alright..  it's alright...

Am I Wasting my time on you?
I only wanted a screw.
Now I've gotta pay.
If I walk away.
But it's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

Trapped with you by circumstance, 
I never stood a fucking chance,
You made all decisions you see, 
before the thought occurred to me. 
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

My drinking days were hindering.
I didn't know where to begin.
To get away from you, my sweet.
To cast aside that thing called...
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

Jenny was wandering alone around the town.
Trusting to providence to not let her down.
Hoping to snatch.
A happening from the night air.
Forgetting all her worries and her manifold fears.

See, Jenny has numerous problems in life.
Learned not to care about it.
To take the strife.
Wittle away at everything that she owned.
She never thought to let out.
A cry or a moan.

Ah, Jenny was kicked out of care at sixteen.
Sat on a wall, to eat her pudding.
The opposite things.
Were all that she'd ever known.
A mattress in a bedsit.
The only thing that she owned.

So, Jenny was viewing the storm from above.
She expected nothing.
Not least to go up.
Going to war, with expected fancies.
She could charm the snakes.
Out from under a tree.

A pretty face like yours could get you away.
If you had a head on your shoulders to  say...
"I don't want this! I don't want anything more!"
But it's easier to buy your gifts from a store.

Jenny's not strong enough to stand it for long.
All of the choices she made had been  wrong.
A man for tomorrow.
Another one for yesterday.
The things in your way.
A bomb to blow them away.

While the night ain't over.
While the night is moving.

It's alright. 

Jenny says, you're out of her life.
She's never gonna be your wife.

Jenny says, you've gone too far.
She's driving off in your fast car.

Jenny says fuck you shes done.
You'll never find where she has gone.

It's alright.

Jenny is stepping right up to the plate.
Jenny is standing at the starting gate.
Jenny is leaving us.
Jenny is off into space.
A selfless sacrifice.
Which at least she can face.

Jenny's a mystery.
Jenny's a bore.
Jenny was crying out for a bit more.
Jenny took everything.
Whilst the cat was away.
Jenny says there was nothing left for you to pay.

Jenny has LSD in a small bag.
Jenny has fingers to take off the tabs.
I don't want this life. 
I don't want anything more.
Rid of the things in her way.
With the tools to make them all pay 

Jenny's a superstar.
Jenny's a tramp.
Jenny has no one in this world to thank.
Jennys got soldiers lined up next to her egg.
Ah, making you beg.
A scar at the top of her leg.


The Ballad Of Jenny Tucker [2024 Remaster]

I've Been Missing You

Black

So Good

A Long And Cold Winter (Instrumental)

A thumping, harmony-laden alt rock tune reminiscent of Polyphonic Spree and Arcade Fire. An alternate lead vocal weaves through the bridge as the song builds from bare bones to a layered crescendo, before settling into an intimate outro of piano and intertwined voices.

The reason

Original composition….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Interlude

Composed & produced by: Carlos R
Carlos Rodrigues Productions ©2025

Keep That Feeling

Haircut

Dark pop Mixed with countless other genres 
Feature the one and only X98 for a thrilling hyped up rap type electronic song and absolutely crush it.
produced by LIPS
Composed by X98, LIPS
Lyricists X98, LIPS

Produced at WAC Records in my Basement

Cut Me Off

Cut Me Off Ft. X98 (Prod. LIPS)

Le Grand Meaulnes, roman d'Alain Fournier, nous passionne depuis toujours avec mon frère Michel. Il a fait ce joli texte, que j'ai mis en musique et illustré par un pastel.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVLgwA3F0Nw
Paroles: 
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Jadis décembre 1800 et plus,
Frappait un grand étudiant pâle.
A la demeure originale,
D'un maître d'école qui n'est plus.
Un grand enfant qui s'évadait,
Qu'une adolescence transportait,
Et qui jamais ne parviendrait,
A quitter son monde parfait.
Il me faudra vivre sa folie,
Sans pouvoir ni vouloir guérir.
Et sans cesse dans mes souvenirs,
ces mots:
 
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Aujourd'hui décembre 1900 et plus,
Je frappe de mes mains blanches,
Sur un passé dont les planches,
Craquent encore d'un bois de 1800 et plus.
Je cherche toujours la fête étrange
Dans le brouillard de mes années.
Mais elles ne seront jamais fanées,
Ces prairies ou je les range.
J'appellerai longtemps Frantz de Galais,
Avec mon âme nommée Seurel,
Et de tout mon être trop frêle,
Je saurai..

Hey Meaulnes, i am here,
Hey Meaulnes, i am here,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Christian PERUTI - Compositeur interprète.
auteur: Michel PERUTI

Revenir à l'essentiel

Hey Meaulnes, where are you

Produced and written by Sarah Paradise-Brown

I see you in the glass
Your eyes are mine
A flicker of hope
In a torn design

One hand reached softly
The other withdraws
I’m bound to your rhythm
Your unspoken laws

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me
Like a tide and the moon
One brings the dusk
The other the bloom

A dancers reflection
A strange symphony
Tangled endlessly dancing
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me

In the quiet skies
I hear your softly say
We’re both the same
Don’t turn away
And though we are one
Not two I see
I must embrace 
Two of me
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

In shadows and sunlight
My story is told
Both sides wrestle
Both young and old
She tells me a secret
That I'll never share
A battle of heart
In the clear cold air

You scatter my dreams
Like leaves in the breeze
Yet promise me warmth
With the voices that freeze
Your laughter creeps in
Through every door
Your silence grips me
Leave me unsure
We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

2 of Me

Louder than Silence
Lyrics:
There's nothing louder than this silence.
Oh, what a forceful mess of nothing at all.
Like I've been ripped out of reality.
Somehow, my mind became an enemy.
And in this limbo, nothing works anymore
Except for the booze.
I still get pissed on my booze.

Nothing is louder than your silence.
There's nothing sweeter than your face.
Nothing more violent than your footsteps in the snow leading to that place where you spend the nights
Still, I hope that he treats you right.
And that you're doing well.
If I could ask for one thing in life
I'd send him straight to hell.
And you as well.

I should apply myself and fight this head-on.
Muster some willpower and go by the rules.
Just by following this simple plan
I would come out of it a better man.
If simple plans worked as solutions for me
don't you think I would be
A better man already?

No force may hold a candle to love that is lost.
Enslaves your mind and breaks your heart every time.
Until the very last drop
Drains you of all that you got.
Love conquers all—when it's lost

There's nothing louder than your absence.
Nothing was sweeter than your face.
How vioilent footsteps can make anger take controll non of us did know, until that night 
Last sign of you I`ll ever know
Is melting with the snow
If could ask for one thing in life
-...
I'm sorry, hun.

no man may  hold a candle to love when its lost.
Enslaves his mind and breaks his heart with brute force.
Reality squashed.
Right and wrong, tossed.
When love conquers all—all is lost.

Louder than Silence

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Vocals: A.I.

TRADUZIONE IN ITALIANO (NON IN RIMA)

Guarda il mio schermo, brilla troppo
Conto i like ogni notte
Filtri che nascondono la vera me
Intrappolata in questo mare di scrolling

Foto lucidate fino a brillare
Vivo la vita attraverso il sogno di qualcun altro
I video vengono riprodotti in streaming senza fine
Ma niente di tutto questo è ciò che sembra

Disconnetti la mia vita, portami via
Da questa gabbia luccicante che affronto ogni giorno
Scollega la mia anima, lasciami libera
Ho bisogno dell'aria che respiravo

Inseguendo momenti nitidi come un pixel
Perdo tempo, anno dopo anno
I repost mi sussurrano all'orecchio
Ma il silenzio è ciò che temo

Vorrei un mondo che nessuno schermo può toccare
Dove le risate fanno male, i cuori esplodono
Una vita disordinata, cruda e vera
Non una foto perfetta in mostra

Disconnetti la mia vita, portami via
Da questa gabbia luccicante che affronto ogni giorno
Scollega la mia anima, lasciami libera
Ho bisogno dell'aria che respiravo

LYRICS "SOCIAL OBSESSION" BY FAKEU7777

Look at my screen it shines too bright
Count the likes through every night
Filters hiding the real me
Trapped in this scrolling sea

Photos polished till they gleam
Living life through someone’s dream
Videos play on endless streams
But none of this is what it seems

Log off my life take me away
From this glowing cage I face each day
Unplug my soul let me free
I need the air I used to breathe

Chasing moments pixel clear
Losing time year by year
Reposts whisper in my ear
But the silence is what I fear

I crave a world no screen can touch
Where laughter hurts where hearts erupt
A life that’s messy raw and true
Not a perfect frame in view

Log off my life take me away
From this glowing cage I face each day
Unplug my soul let me free
I need the air I used to breathe

Social Obsession

FakeU7777 - Social Obsession [Free Download]

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Abbey Road Studios, London: mastering
72bpm

"House of the Rising Sun" is a traditional folk song with uncertain origins, believed to be an Americanized version of an English ballad. The earliest known published lyrics appeared in 1925, and the oldest recorded version is from 1933. While the specific "House of the Rising Sun" in New Orleans remains unidentified, the song has been linked to various interpretations, including a brothel, a prison, or a place of ill repute."

LYRICS (Edited)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your live in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

On my way through the desert (reaching https://soundcloud.com/api_zz/kalahari) several places were passed. The inspirations and impressions from this route, old and modern, are collected in this track. 

enroute in KalaHari

Just trying to get a good song out there. I do songwriting all the way through production to mix/master. Spurts of music spread out over some years by now. Find me on Spotify at "Alex Couch" https://spoti.fi/3JS2TAx