Name: Call of Winter by APi_ZZ
Duration: 2 min 42 s
Description: The final rendition of those fascinating Mongolian vocals, now presented by male singers, creates a wintery mood.

@roberttyyoung: Thx for that gold 💛 ...

I genuinely love your style and would love to collaborate with you sometime! Absolutely stunning work and the harmonies are hauntingly beautiful

I’m especially drawn to the captivating simplicity of minimal instrumentation paired with strong vocals. Feel free to DM me if you’re interested!

The feeling you get when you get the whole pie to yourself... share responsibly please.

Blueberry Pie

This is the track n. 7 of my new album "THE MYSTIC OPERA III".

Written, arranged and produced by Davide Angelini
(p)&(c) 2024 Davide Angelini

Listen to the full album The Mystic Opera III:
- on Bandcamp  https://davideangelini.bandcamp.com/album/the-mystic-opera-iii-full-album-2024
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The Mystic Opera III

Ursa Minor

URSA MINOR - (instrumental)

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

**"Ashes of the Fool"**

So Sad

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[Verse 1]
Granddad’s boots smell like gasoline
Still kickin’ ass at age ninety-three
Said, “Son, if it ain’t broke, raise some hell”
I met a dude from Brooklyn wearin’ camo crocs
Said “Yeehaw!” and shotgunned a box of wine
Guess country’s spreadin’ just fine
[Chorus]
We still got dirt in our veins
And beer in the backseat stains
From cow tippin’ nights
To bar-fight rights
Yeah, country’s got multiple lanes
[Verse 2]
My ex moved to L.A., bought a crystal lamp
Says she’s into “moon stuff” and vegan spam
But she still cries to Garth on her yoga mat
And my new girl’s got a mullet and a pet raccoon
She shot me a wink and howled at the moon
We’re gonna be married by next June
[Chorus]
We still got dirt in our veins
And duct tape fixin’ our chains
We pray and cuss
In God we trust
And we tailgate hurricanes
[Outro]
We ain't refined, we're aged in grease
With chili dogs and tax receipts
And if it breaks? We duct and zip—
That’s redneck scholarship

Camo Crocs and Whiskey Shots

The final rendition of those fascinating Mongolian vocals, now presented by male singers, creates a wintery mood.

Call of Winter

When I awake I shall prepare for
a brilliant light...and though this path
is midnight, a sun too dark to shine
it is with my overflow in tow
that I become sublime
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
for I seek the wisdom of your soul
this day
yea...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul
yea
and I have ridden on the pony
painted up and dead
eyes wide and forever stretched
to accept the cold they're fed
yea
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
yea...painted ponies rise and fall
dreams of pastures lost in sway
light captured in it's thrall
...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul

A Carousel Of Soul

Peter Bargosian, vox
Sparky Bonehead, words and sound design

We were the teenage wasteland
Apathy with a skateboard
with sonic youth to guide us
Anarchy was ours and she 
provided us with nourishment
The tired and jaded kept us laughing
There was no future
only the remnants of someone else's vision
We took the scraps and built a temporary
Anti-contemporary

Nothing would last forever
only a shelter before the storm
And when the fall of society came 
we would dance and sing and revel in the rubble
Our inheritance

We were sub-culture gutter punks
Daze and daydream
Nights of folly,
they belonged to us
They told us it was wrong
but that's why we did it anyway
There was no future
Our inheritance

© 2025  Sparky Bonehead

Temporary Anarchy

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Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Call of Winter

APi_ZZ

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