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Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Troubled

With the teachings I share to you I plant a seed inside you. That seed is you.

Lyrics:

The Seed

With the teachings
I share to you
I plant a seed inside you

I nourish it with energy
so that it will
grow up
to a beautiful flower
or a gorgeous tree

That seed is you

With the teachings
I share to you
I will give an aim
to your growth

The aim is
to grow
towards Divine

With the teachings
I share to you
I plant a seed inside you

I nourish it with energy
so that it will
grow up
to a beautiful flower
or a gorgeous tree

That seed is you

Grow towards Divine

The Seed

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Alvi L - Traffic Jam (Deep House Mix) Pre-Release V1

1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

3 I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

4 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless,
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

1. WA ba mi gbe! ale fere le tan,
Okunkun nsu; Oluwa ba mi gbe,
Bi oluranlowo miran ba ye,
Iranwo alaini, wa ba mi gbe.

2. Ojo aiye mi nsare lo s’ opin,
Ayo aiye nku, ogo re nwo ‘mi;
Ayida at’ ibaje ni mo nri;
‘Wo ti ki yipada, wa, ba mi gbe.

3. Mo nfe O ri ni wakati gbogbo;
Ki l’ o le segun esu b’ ore Re?
Tal’ o le se amona mi bi Re?
N’nu ‘banuje at’ ayo, ba mi gbe.

4. Pelu ‘Bukun Re, eru ko ba mi;
Ibi ko wuro, ekun ko koro;
Oro iku da? segun isa da?
Ngo segun sibe, b’ Iwo ba mi gbe.

5. Ki nr’oro Re ni wakati iku,
Se ‘mole mi, si toka si orun;
B’ aiye ti koja, k’ ile orun
Ni yiye, ni kiku, wa ba mi gbe.

Abide_With_Me_Hymn

Run Away

Artist Name
Anoro
Record Label
Anoro
Release Date
Jul. 28, 2025
Primary Genre
Spoken Word
Secondary Genre
Spoken Word
Primary Subgenre
Audiobook
Secondary Subgenre
Audiobook
Mood/Style
Type: Vocal
Album Language
French
Artist Location
Canada

Source:
OVIDE, MÉTAMORPHOSES, LIVRE XI
[Trad. et notes de A.-M. Boxus et J. Poucet, Bruxelles, 2008]
Fin de l'histoire d'Orphée - Légende de Midas (11, 1-193)
bcs.fltr.ucl.ac.be/METAM/Met11/Met11-001-193.htm

Texte:
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Légende de Midas

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

The Moment

The Moment (La Boix (Radio Edit))

The Moment (Starya (Radio Edit))

If You Me

If You Need Me

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”

Abide_With_Me_Hymn

AJIBOLA AYOKUNNU ISHOLA