our brand new EP "the freedom of being young" is out now!!

we're so incredibly excited for this new chapter and all this new music - we hope you like it too!

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get up and go

Quica Com a Bundinha

Sol Bass

LOS ANGELES Y DEMONIOS

EL QUE CONTROLA

New live EP!
3 songs performed at Bay Area Estúdios in São Paulo.

LISTEN to our new song: onerpm.link/523227425886
Videoclip: bit.ly/unblacker_tomorrow
Follow us: linktr.ee/unblacker

Production, mix and master by Bay Area Estúdios & Diego Henrique Rocha

UNBLACKER is
Nícolas Aqsenen - Guitar
Bruno Mattoso - Vocals and Percussion
Maycon Avelino - Drums
Diego Rocha - Bass

Music by Unblacker
Lyrics by Nicolas Aqsenen

Walking in São Paulo (live)

Violence Within (live)

Blast Prada - Poison Toxic Dead ft. Stitch Onna Beat (prod. sogimura)

Pamiętam czasy bez Internetu,
Kiedy telefon był jedynym sekretem,
Dziś na ekranie każdy dzień przelatuje,
Facebook mi mówi, kto dzisiaj imprezuje.

Znajomi, których nie widziałam latami,
Na zdjęciach żyją kolorami,
Like za like, ściany komentarzy,
Czy jeszcze ktoś naprawdę o nas marzy?

Znajomi z Facebooka – klikam, a jest nas stu,
Ale gdzieś tam zgubiłam prawdziwych dwóch.
Piszemy, lajkujemy, czy to jeszcze my?
W sieci wszyscy blisko, a w sercach dystans tkwi.

Kiedyś spotkanie, kawa na mieście,
Dziś tylko messenger, wiadomość nareszcie,
Status zmieniony, relacje dodane,
Ale czy pamiętasz, co razem mieliśmy dane?

Wszyscy uśmiechnięci, idealne fotki,
Ale nie widać w tle tej samotnej kropki,
Codziennie scrolluję, by znaleźć nas tam,
W oceanie postów, co płyną gdzieś w dal.

Znajomi z Facebooka – klikam, a jest nas stu,
Ale gdzieś tam zgubiłam prawdziwych dwóch.
Piszemy, lajkujemy, czy to jeszcze my?
W sieci wszyscy blisko, a w sercach dystans tkwi.

Czasem tęsknię za słowem, które miało smak,
Za chwilą, co nie uciekała jak znak.
Może czas wylogować się na jeden dzień,
By znaleźć tych, co naprawdę liczą się.

Znajomi z Facebooka – klikam, a jest nas stu,
Ale gdzieś tam zgubiłam prawdziwych dwóch.
Piszemy, lajkujemy, czy to jeszcze my?
W sieci wszyscy blisko, a w sercach dystans tkwi.

Znajomi z Facebooka, jak mały sen,
Czy wrócimy kiedyś do starych dni, do starych scen?
W świecie online nie zapomnę Cię,
Ale w realu... może spotkajmy się.

Znajomi z Facebooka.

Jazz - Jakubek, Raduli, Kubiszyn - Lampa Allana Dyna

It seems the world wants me
.....to be considerably
.....more decisive.
I find it hard
.....to make up my mind,
all the ads are designed
to be deliberately devisive.

Do I want him to be blonde-
strawberry or beyond,
a little bit ginger or grey?      
Do I want him to respond well
regional or very well spoken?
.....Must he have money?
.....Should he be rich?
See- I'm at risk of sounding
like a right choosy bitch.

CHOOSY CHOOSY!
A VERY FUSSY FLOOSIE,
BEING CHOOSY CHOOSY!

I need a friendly date
for the end of term ball-
all the brawn's been taken
.....by confident floosies,
and the brains don't dance at all.
I might choose to go alone-
a stretch limousine for one.
I could decide to stay at home.
Miss out on that teenage fun.

CHOOSY CHOOSY!
A VERY FUSSY FLOOSIE
BEING CHOOSY CHOOSY!

It seems the world wants me
.....to be considerably
.....more decisive.
I find it hard
.....to make up my mind,
all the ads are designed
to be deliberately devisive.

Do I want him to be blonde-
strawberry or beyond,
a little bit ginger or grey?      
Do I want him to respond well
regional or very well spoken?
.....Must he have money?
.....Should he be rich?
See- I'm at risk of sounding
like a right choosy bitch.

CHOOSY CHOOSY!
A VERY FUSSY FLOOSIE,
BEING CHOOSY CHOOSY!

I need a friendly date
for the end of term ball-
all the brawn's been taken
.....by confident floosies,
and the brains don't dance at all.
I might choose to go alone-
a stretch limousine for one.
I could decide to stay at home.
Miss out on that teenage fun.

CHOOSY CHOOSY!
A VERY FUSSY FLOOSIE
BEING CHOOSY CHOOSY!
CHOOSY CHOOSY!
A VERY FUSSY FLOOSIE
BEING CHOOSY CHOOSY!

Choosy

CHOOSY

[Intro – soft organ, congas, distant echo “Jah… Rastafari…”]
(Whisper)
The holy herb… the sacred ganja…
Given by Jah, to heal the nation.

⸻

[Verse 1 – The Birth of Roots | slow tempo, warm bass pulse]

In the hills of Zion, the wind it sings,
Whispers of prophets, carried on wings.
Haile Selassie I, the Lion King,
Truth and light in everything.

(Echo: “In everything…”)

⸻

[Chorus 1 – soft, dub echo, slow beat]

Holy plant, holy ganja tree,
Blessed from creation, Jah gave it free.
Not for sin, not for greed,
But to heal the soul, to plant the seed.

(Choir: “Plant the seed… Jah Jah weed…”)

⸻

[Verse 2 – rhythm guitar skank joins, heartbeat drum, roots tempo]

Babylon built with fire and stone,
They fear the herb, they fear the throne.
Red for the blood, the struggle we’ve seen,
Gold for the sun, that makes the heart clean,
Green for the life, eternal and pure —
Jah love forever endure.

(Echo: “Forever endure…”)

⸻

[Bridge 1 – deep bass drops in, dub echo on voice]

I see red, gold and green when I close my eyes,
Colors of truth that never dies.
They try to burn the herb, but Jah will provide,
Roots will rise, love will survive.

(Choir: “Survive… survive…”)

⸻

[Verse 3 – up-beat guitar + steady drums]

Lion of Judah, roar again,
Break the chains of wicked men.
No crown but truth, no throne but peace,
Babylon fall, Jah light increase.

(Echo: “Light increase…”)

⸻

[Chorus 2 – full band enters, emotional tempo up, harmony vocals]

Holy plant, ganja divine,
Lift up my spirit, open my mind.
Breathe it deep, feel Jah near,
In every puff, His presence clear.

(Choir: “Jah near… Jah near…”)

⸻

[Verse 4 – midsection slow again, congas + organ only]

In Ethiopia’s sun the roots still grow,
Rasta youth the world must know.
It’s not about smoke, it’s meditation,
Holy vibration, Jah creation.

(Whisper echo: “Jah creation…”)

⸻

[Bridge 2 – dub echo, soft then rising]

(Whisper)
One herb, one love, one flame,
(Choir softly: “Haile Selassie I name…”)
From Babylon’s chains we set free,
Through the sacred ganja tree.

(Bass builds, snare taps rise)

⸻

[Chorus 3 – uplifting, full beat, crowd choir enters]

Holy plant, ganja strong,
We’ve been chanting all night long.
Red, gold and green forever fly,
Jah love will never die!

(Echo: “Never die… die… die…”)

⸻

[Verse 5 – full upbeat section, roots reggae groove]

Children of Zion stand tall,
Don’t bow to Babylon’s call.
The herb of wisdom makes us wise,
Open heart, open eyes.

(Choir: “Open eyes… open eyes…”)

⸻

[Final Chorus – key change, energy peak, live feeling]

Holy plant, holy ganja flame,
We praise you, Jah, in Selassie’s name.
Red for the blood, gold for the sun,
Green for the earth where we’re all one.

(Crowd chorus: “Red! Gold! Green!”)
(Echo trail: “Zion seen… seen… seen…”)

⸻

[Outro – fading dub echo, soft drums, flute and organ]

(Whisper, fading)
The ganja heal the nation…
The colors light the way…
Rastafari live forever…
Jah love never fade away…

(Echo: “Never fade… fade… fade…”)

Blast Prada - Poison Toxic Dead ft. Stitch Onna Beat (prod. sogimura)

Blast Prada

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