Turbulent Times

You got some bills to pay
Time just slips away
The weight is here to stay
But you got to find a way

There ain't no pills to take
to keep the bills away
Rat race feels the same
till you put up your game

Rat race feels the same
till you put up your game

Rat Race Feels the Same

The Sickness

Ricochet

From hand to hand it goes

Make it all Count

I'm All Down

Here's another musical dream to share! I hope you enjoy it—though, honestly, I'm not sure what drives me to do this sometimes. This time, I ventured into experimenting with voice. I was a bit hesitant about publishing it, but then I thought, why not? After all, we're here to explore and try new things. Cheers to everyone!

A dimly lit city street. The air is heavy with waiting. The bus stop stands silent. Buildings loom overhead. I stand alone, my breath slow, uncertain—until I notice him. A man, all in black. Trench coat brushing against the wind, his short hat pulled low. His face? A void. As though he could vanish at any moment

Me: I’ve been standing here too long. The bus should have come by now. Should I start walking? If I do and it arrives, I’ll miss it. But if I stay, maybe nothing will come. What am I supposed to do?

The Man: Where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know.
The silence wraps around me. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing something I cannot.

The Man: Then maybe that’s why no bus is coming.

Me: What does that mean?

The Man: If you wanted to go to the sky, you’d take a plane. If you wanted to cross a lake, you’d take a boat. If you wanted to move through the roads, you’d take a car.

Me: And the bus?

The Man: It takes you to where you’ve decided to go. But you—you're standing still. The bus won’t arrive because you haven’t chosen.

Me: I only feel comfortable on solid ground. The air and the water—they unsettle me. But I want to face challenges. I don’t want to stay still.

The Man: Then go. Take the bus. But know where it leads.

Me: The sea. I want to see the sea.

A gust of wind. A low hum of an engine. My eyes dart to the corner of the street—and there it is. A bus. It stops in front of me. Doors open, inviting.

The Bus

Used samples:

Title: Hum.wav
Author: jaredi
Link: freesound.org/people/jaredi/sounds/215307/

Creature Of Habit

Produced and composed by Julian Maramieri
Arranged and mixed by Julian Maramieri
Written by Julian Maramieri
Dedicated to; Rudy Stoete
Recorded at Oalanka Studios 2.0
Released by Sequenz Frequenz Records

NA-I-MI-NA

NA-I-MI-NA (Brussels Version)

Nostromo - NA-I-MI-NA (Brussels Version)

D&D RECORDS Official YouTube channel
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The author's website
https://y2-art.com/
https://y2art.ru/en

Ich singe von dir

tryin' to compete with AI

vocals: me, @laetitia-moreni, and/or Synthesizer V

also as Kul Feryadi (Post-punk) with @assmoothasas

releasing regularly — stay tuned

Make it all Count

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