C'est lugubre et tendu, avec de belles sculptures richement texturées. C'est une belle illustration de l'attente pendant la guerre.  Tiens, ça sonne sérieux ça, quelqu'un pourra utiliser ça dans une critique ; ) Les soldats passent la majorité de leurs temps à marcher et attendre en temps de guerre.  Excente pièce, un autre compte qui ne semble que produire des petites merveilles. <<<<<<<3

Maintaining a heightened tension the release in a dynamic yet controlled way.

This song is dedicated to Alejandro Quiceno, waiting for a new collab with him, and to thank him for his continued support ! I used a drum track I made for a try with him.
Don't forget to check his page https://soundcloud.com/alex-q-2

For Alejo

I did  this over 5 years back with Johnny Hazard (JNY HZD) here on Soundcloud. I never released it on my page so I am doing it now before I forget to again. I re-mastered it and took out a lot of my earlier back-up vocals for a cleaner sound. This is Johnny's great music. It inspired me enough to ask him if I could have a go at lyrics and vocals for it and luckily for me he said yes. Even better luck was had when he said he liked it enough to release it on his page back in 2016/2017. We hope you enjoy it.
If you want to hear some great music, go to the JNY HZD page. He is an exceptional guitarist and composer.

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon (JNY HZD music)

Drums: David Lopez
All other instruments: Sam Reaver

Stock crash middle class 
Counterfeit crime of a century
Cutthroat don’t choke
Better him than you on the brink

Cool breeze charismatic
Grave robbing scam of a century
Drill baby thrill baby
Burning up an Anthropocene

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Pill-poppin priest talkin trash 
Through the crash of a century
Blind luck dumb fuck 
Jamming up the waves on my scene

Flip top shock jock 
Certified creep of a century
I see you don’t know how to read
But you write like you know what it means

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me. I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Lost in a Symphony

# acoustic
I am happy to play in an ensemble with Francesco again.

violin - Rosin Dust
all guitars, double bass - Francesco Cartocci

Here is wonderful music of Francesco
@francescocartocci

Here are our other collaborations:
@ soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco

La Primavera - with Francesco Cartocci

Written and Performed by Novelli/Ruffolo
Verse Lyrics by Joey Cape

Lyrics:

Would it make you feel much better
If it was you against the world? 
If you were an alien?👽🛸👾
If it were conspiracy?
And would it hurt to live in comfort
If you found someone to trust?
If you knew that you were with us?
If we shared a common goal?

We
We went our way
We went our way
We walked way

Not This Time

RISING

Guernica II

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
 Lingering onward dreamily
  In an evening of July
   Children three, nestled near
     Eager eye and willing ear
      
       Pleased a simple tale to hear
        Long has paled that sumer sky
         Echos fade and memories die
          Autumn frosts have slain July
           Still she haunts me, phantomwise
            Alice moving under skies
             Never seen by waking eyes
              Children yet the tale to hear
               Eager eye and willing ear
                
                Lovingly shall nestle near
                 In a wonderland they lie
                  Dreaming as the days go by 
                   Dreaming as the summers die
                    Ever drifting down the stream
                     Lingering in that Golden Gleam
                      Life, what is it but a dream
    
           Poem by Lewis Carroll
 adapted to music and additional lyrics by Arma Ignifera
a B-Dub production, produced by Herronsound Llc mix update 9/9/2023

08/15/2023

Linger In the Golden Gleam ~ Monaco '66

Azazel has always been a mysterious name that has aroused great curiosity. It is mentioned in ancient Jewish writings and has been the source of inspiration for much fiction, including some of Isaac Asimov's stories to which my song refers.

Azazel

Huddled in a hallway making secret mindless chatter
A finger that points at you and the giggles that come after
Spreading all the latest news, those Lilliputians
Find their strength in number

Walk towards a noisy room, deathly quiet when you enter
Look across those shallow eyes that turn and smuggly whisper
Wait your turn in line, (I am waiting), but the teller
Shuts his wicket on your number

Had enough of this, small talk
The most useless information
Oh Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
When you're the last to know

Mutated seeds that snowball down the biggest mountains
Contaminated water flowing from never ending fountains
And it's carried on by all the empty lives
Living someone else's

Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse the situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
And you're the last to know

When you're the last to know
Small talk, enough of that, small talk, ya,
Small talk, enough of that, small talk
Small talk, enough of that, small talk

V3.21

Small Talk

lyrics, vocals: Rekha @rekha-iyern-fe
music, mix/master: Echo Garage

lyrics

WICKED

Well who do you think you are anyway?
You’re not my Super-Star nor anyone elses
HUH! You’re just a Dead-Beat Boy-Friend Baby

How wicked, wicked you are
So low & wicked you are
Ya’ cut straight-into me
Stone cold blooded-ly

So long to re-al-ize
Just livin’ in disguise
Was hopin’ for the best
Our life was only a test

Years dragged on dark
Too painful to recall
Blin-ded by-ai
Your Pretty-Boy-Ploys

I served you well
Instead it was hell
Picked up your clothes
I scrubbed up the floors

And you never cared
Dared to see
How I was
Witherin’ slowly

Di-sin-te-grating
No longer myself
You made me feel
Less and
Less of a…

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your Baby Doll
You never really
Wanted me

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your chosen one
You never dared to
Desire me, desire me

Years dragged on dark
Too painful to recall
Blin-ded by-ai
Your Pretty-Boy-Ploys

I served you well
Instead it was hell
I picked up your clothes
I scrubbed up the floor

And you never cared
Dared to see
How I was
Witherin’ slowly

Di-sin-te-grating
No longer myself
You made me feel
Less and
Less and
Less of a…

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your Baby Doll
You never really
Wanted me

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your chosen one
You never dared to
Desire me, desire me

(Eh-Eh Ah-Ah
Wo-Oh Oh Oh...Oh
Yeah-Ee-Yeah-Ee
Yeah-Ee-Yeah-Eh)

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your Baby Doll
You never really
Wanted me

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your chosen one
You never dared to
Desire me, desire me

Take it away my rockin’ rollers
Cuz’ this girl needs to sing her heart out

Thrash it, smash it, hit me hard
I’m contemplating leaving ya
Thrash it, smash it, hit me hard
I just wanna feel good again
Cuz’ I’m so done

Oh listen up real good
You are so wicked
You're too
Damn, damn wicked
Wicked you are

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your Baby Doll
You never really
Wanted me

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your chosen one
You never dared to
Desire me, desire me

Why can’t you, can’t you see
I was your Baby Doll
You never really
Wanted me
Wanted me

Guernica II

aTch

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