Produção Experimental do Artista e Produtor Loc Dró de fazer Beats. Usando autenticidade, originalidade e criatividade total.

Loc dró Produced Type Beat Trap - "Best Vibe" (Audio)

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

🎵 Title: Pentajazz Vocal Romance (Lounge Bass Piano Jazz Remix)
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 01:54
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Jazz / A cappella / Remix
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video:
📀 Original: https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/lounge-bass-piano-jazz-modern-sophisticated-elegant-intense-soft-acoustic-noir

📝 Description

Fall in love with harmony.

"Pentajazz Vocal Romance" transforms my original lounge-jazz piece "Lounge Bass Piano Jazz" into a sumptuous a cappella experience. 

Listen here:

https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/lounge-bass-piano-jazz-modern-sophisticated-elegant-intense-soft-acoustic-noir

Every instrument gives way to the human voice — rich basslines, percussive beatboxing, and velvety multi-part harmonies merge into an intimate, elegant tapestry of sound.

Whether you’re unwinding at twilight or sharing a quiet moment, this track envelops you in a warm, vocal embrace.

🎼 Key: c-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

Contains synthetic content, digitally generated.

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🙏 Thank you for listening!

JAZZ and BLUES

Pentajazz Vocal Romance

A SHORT PIECE FOR À CAPPÈLLA
Music by Overdrive
All voices performed by Mick Jimenez

This is my small contribution to the à cappèlla music genre. There is no AI here; everything was composed from scratch and in the old-fashioned way. The baroque fugue lessons taught by late Sister Xavier, a cheerful nun who was my piano teacher when I was nine, were especially useful here. 

All vocals were performed and recorded by the talented Argentine musician Mick Jimenez Barr, a baritone singer who also helped choose the best phonemes for this little piece.

In addition to being an exceptional singer, Mick is a bassist, guitarist, keyboardist, and fan of bands such as Queen, The Cars, and The Beatles. Check out Mick's pages on Soundcloud and Fiverr and listen to his unbelievable vocal performances:
https://soundcloud.com/mickyjbarr
https://www.fiverr.com/mickybarr

Hope you enjoy the song.

A Short Piece For À Cappèlla

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Transcending ourselves from the physical to the spiritual realm. A state of mind where our material belongings do not hold much value and our consciousness reaches a point of a more heightened awareness. A consciousness free of all pain and suffering. It's a state of mind void from all the troubles of our blue planet, an awareness full of peace and joy.
Special thanks to Haider Mahmood for the cover picture.

On A Higher Realm

A Matter of Trust

A quiet storm of guitars: a gentle, clean intro opens like a cautious promise. Then a peaceful yet hard guitar soundtrack unfolds—warm chords meet powerful riffs. Between passages, shrill, heart-touching guitar interludes cut through the calm and let the tension pulsate.
“A Matter of Trust” tells of the delicate balance between closeness and vulnerability: beginning gently, building resolutely, with a chorus that lingers long after it ends.

A Matter Of Trust

Higher

The weight of kindness is a burdon

Until I Know (Live)

(Pulsing synthesizer bass) (Driving drum (2)

Some new songs available here: https://axiomsofmediocrity.bandcamp.com/album/eighteen-below

The Light Is On

Axioms of Mediocrity