We Call It World

Verse 1:
Unconscious souls
is what’s left,
on a planet that is bleeding, but we still believe!
That we could
change this coldness of the feelings,
but we’re steering (the world) right into the end!

Verse 2:
There is no lesson
to learn in it, what the children of tomorrow will receive,
I guess it’s just the way it goes!

Chorus:
If trees could send Wi-Fi signals, we would plant a billion trees,
but unfortunately, they just produce the oxygen we breathe!
Bombs are flying, people dying, relentless crying and the poor denying!
Welcome to the nightmare that we call world!

We Call It World

A track that mixes happy and strange feelings.

3.00 AM

Ignite Me

T.A.L.K.

Nadia music!

Nadia Selvaggi, Ogi feel the Beat - Hidden Hand

He asked me why
then told me what I meant
As if I'd nodded
He drew my voice
in chalk outlines
and claimed I'd run

He argued with a strawman
stacked me tall and thin
fed me lines I never spoke
then bragged about the win
But I never moved
I wasn't there
He battled echoes
in the empty air

He needed me simple
so he trimmed the pieces
that wouldn't break easy
He wore my silence
like a trophy
called it proof

I tried to speak
between his verdicts
But he filled the spaces
with speeches
he wrote for me
His voice louder than mine
his need to be right
louder than truth

He argued with a strawman
gave me thoughts I never claimed
stripped me down to paper fears
then set the stage and named the game
He won alone
I watched him shout
He locked the truth
and left me out

I wasn't perfect
But I was real
Still, he fenced a fiction
and crowned himself
king of reason
Even my pauses
were misread as guilt

He argued with a strawman
not the voice that stood right here
Now all that lingers
is the silence he won't hear
He needed noise
I offered thought
He left the battle
having never fought

I was still speaking...
But he'd already answered

Strawman

I Feel Empty Inside

EILAD 

 

Rap Verse 1:  

I’m sitting pretty now but I used to be so vicious. 

Was the moment I met you, that second everything changed 

So many lessons in my life, in all these bridges I’d burned 

Perhaps it isn’t fair, to have to be my calm in the storm 

But we’re rebuilding my foundation, all the years, damage done 

All this poison in my blood, always steering me wrong 

All these choices, these decisions, all the things that we do 

Now, every breath a confirmation that I’ll be there for you. 

 

Verse 1:  

Oh, I love you, my angel, I do 

Oh, my starling, the murmuration of you 

And I don’t want to wake up but for your light, my every morning, all I need 

This time is never enough, so be careful with the moments, let us have this memory 

 

Rap Verse 2:  

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that this is the time 

But it passes so fast, too old for nursery rhymes 

Thinkin' back to scraped knees, I was a mountain to climb 

Both the good and the bad, what kind of man was I? 

And you moved me, so when the sun sets low, let it be, it’s ok, you know we all have to go Keep the love that we shared, may it continue to grow. 

I carried you, you carried me so much further though 

 

Verse 2 

Oh, my child, my one, my blood 

My hand runs the lines marked on the wall, how fast the time has gone 

I smile at the box of things, and search my heart to feel that way again 

And as I fade away, may the simple things we had be enough when all that’s left 

 

Outtro 

And we all sing… 

Oh my love, every day is like a dream 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

Oh, my baby, how you blessed my soul, every day is like a dream. 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

eilad

I wrote this song on a paper napkin in a bar, while waiting for the buyer of the 40 grams of gold that a friend had given me to sell, since she had to pay the hospital where she was admitted. She had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and only had days, maybe a couple of weeks, left to live. Two weeks after I wrote this song, she passed away in the company of her son.

This song is dedicated to Laura Linares. May she rest in peace.

I was sitting in a bar,
the minutes refused to move ahead,
I saw Verónica walk by,
in her skin-tight pants,
her tits and her bra all a disguise,
with the truth between her legs she never wished to hide.

With a coffee and a glass of soda,
sitting there watching people pass me by,
I thought I was the only strange one,
I didn't know there were so many of us.

The hours stood still as I waited there,
in that bar with 40 grams of gold,
it was golden and light, it looked like a can,
it was a favor for a sick friend,
she needed to pay the hospital where she was.

But forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

So many stories cross paths in this bar,
a mosaic of laughter and of sorrows.
A young mother, with a rage for life,
yells at her son for a dropped ice cream cone.
Further away, another with a teacher's patience,
explains the world with crumbs of medialuna.

And two lovers in a furious fight,
he swore eternal love, she showed him the door.
His hands were shaking just a bit too much,
her pride was cracking in her voice.
And me right here, with a treasure in my palm,
a silent witness to a crumbling soul.

And life, like a river from this window,
carries broken dreams and seeds of joy.
It's a fabric woven from golden and dark threads,
where death and an ice cream cone cross on the sidewalk.
And I, just a loose thread in this tapestry,
learned that value isn't weighed, it's felt within.

'Cause forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

And these forty grams of delicate hope

reign

Песня про город в котором родился.

Strawman

Axioms of Mediocrity