This Song Addresses The Oncoming Lows After Experiencing A Steady High Point. The High Points Are Just As Temporary As The Crashing Lows And You Have To Be Ready. It Also Touches On How Feeling Incomplete And The Need To Feel Righteous In A Cause, Can Lead You To Completely Overlook Your Situation.

Slippery Slopes

SLIPPERY SLOPES

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🕊️ "La Presencia de Dios"🕊️  - Skeyn Moreno Lugo
En un giro sorprendente a su conocido trabajo en la música electrónica, Skeyn Moreno Lugo nos presenta "La Presencia de Dios", una joya del Acústico-Pop que destaca por su intimidad y calidez. El DJ y productor venezolano demuestra su versatilidad al desnudarse instrumentalmente, ofreciendo una experiencia sonora conmovedora y cercana.

Lejos de los beats de club, la canción se construye sobre la base suave de una guitarra acústica melancólica y arreglos vocales etéreos que flotan sobre una percusión minimalista. Esta pieza es una balada reflexiva, una oración hecha canción que captura la calma y el consuelo que se encuentra en la fe. Skeyn Moreno Lugo logra transformar la grandeza de lo divino en una melodía pop universal y accesible, ideal para momentos de paz e introspección, resonando con una emotividad sincera.

Hi Guys I hope with this song you can find peace , calness and the motivation needded for the Daily Linving, Blesses and Succes for All of you

Lirics:


Verso 1
Padre-Madre del cosmos,
Tú que das la luz a todo lo que existe,
que Tu luz y Tu sonido resplandezcan dentro de nosotros.
Que Tu reino se manifieste desde nuestro interior.

Coro:
Que Tu voluntad, Tu deseo, Tu energía creativa
fluya en nosotros como fluye en todo el universo.

Verso 2
Danos el alimento interior,  que necesitamos para nuestro camino.
Desata las ataduras,  de los errores que nos aprisionan,
como nosotros,  liberamos a los demás de las cuerdas que les atan

Coro:
Que Tu voluntad, Tu deseo, Tu energía creativa
fluya en nosotros como fluye en todo el universo.

Bridge: 
No nos dejes perder el rumbo ni olvidar nuestra conexión.

Coro: (Bis)
Que Tu voluntad, Tu deseo, Tu energía creativa
fluya en nosotros como fluye en todo el universo.

ENGLISH:
Verse 1
Father-Mother of the cosmos,
You who give light to all that exists,
may Your light and Your sound shine within us.

May Your kingdom manifest from within us.

Chorus:
May Your will, Your desire, Your creative energy
flow in us as it flows throughout the universe.

Verse 2
Give us the inner nourishment we need for our journey.

Untie the bonds of the errors that imprison us,
as we free others from the ropes that bind them.

Chorus:
May Your will, Your desire, Your creative energy
flow in us as it flows throughout the universe.

Bridge:
Do not let us lose our way or forget our connection.

Chorus: (Repeat)
May Your will, Your desire, Your creative energy
flow in us as it flows throughout the universe.

La Presencia de Dios

DOS 

Directo al cielo,
puro sol muy lento,
la altura plana,
el valle fresco y seco.

Tengo un tiempo,
viene lejos,
veo y siento,
entonces pienso que es:

Directo al cielo
corceles y viento,
planicie llana,
árboles y fresco.


CRÉDITOS:

Sojue Stradac: composición, letras,  percusión, bajo, piano, órgano, guitarras, voces, mezcla y masterización.
Josmarq Alvarado: composición, batería, teclados, sintetizador, guitarras, voces.
Paulino Robles: Fotografía  #FotoBazarTulancingo.



Scolopendra dos

Markus Hansen / mhmedia.de – Leg ne Pause ein

Die Anti-Hymne für unsere überreizte Zeit. 📵
„Leg ne Pause ein“ ist der dringende Aufruf, sich dem ständigen Lärm, der Konsumhysterie und dem Perfektionswahn des digitalen Alltags zu entziehen. Inmitten von News-Flut, Werbe-Bombardement und Social-Media-Stress liefert Markus Hansen den Soundtrack für den Digital Detox und die bewusste Auszeit.
Musikalisch überrascht der Song als eingängiger Deutsch-Pop mit einem energischen Rock-Einfluss und einem ungewöhnlich entspannten, minimalistischen Posaunen-Solo, das die Ruhe des Textes perfekt untermalt. Ein Song, der zum Nachdenken anregt und daran erinnert: Es ist okay, einfach mal offline zu sein.


Songtext

Leg ne Pause ein
Ich mach ne Pause Während alles um mich
Sich quält, abhetzt und rennt 
dabei innerlich verbrennt

Nichts kann mich stören
in dieser Zeit 
bin gelassen, frei und froh 
das ist nicht immer so

Ein Moment ohne Werbung 
die sich überall zeigt 
die schön, perfekt und heil ist 
was du nicht bist

Ich lege ne Pause ein Mach das Smartphone aus 
Ich leg ne Pause ein 
Setz mich irgendwo hin 
Ich leg ne Pause ein mach die Augen zu 
Ich leg ne Pause ein bis ich wieder ich bin


Kurze Nachrichtensperre 
Die uns überschwemmen 
erschrecken, nerven und quälen 
auf allen Kanälen

Eine Zeitlang Konsumfrei 
ohne Warenkorb 
Weder Prozente, Sale noch Angebot 
und auch kein Promocode

ch lege ne Pause ein Mach das Smartphone aus 
Ich leg ne Pause ein Setz mich irgendwo hin 
Ich leg ne Pause ein mach die Augen zu
 Ich leg ne Pause ein das macht wirklich Sinn

Solo (Minimalistisches Posaunen-Solo)

Ich poste gar nichts 
Will überhaupt nichts teilen 
weder Reel, Story oder Short 
Ich sage kein Wort


❓ #DeinePause

Wann hast du das letzte Mal bewusst eine Pause eingelegt? Schreib es in die Kommentare!


Leg ne Pause ein

Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth

Wish

Better and better: Ruff Writher (Mardi Gras mix)

Original Electronic Version by Nick Ray - 
https://soundcloud.com/nickraymusic/shells-of-men

Shells Of Men (Re-make) - Nick Ray with Ron Snyder on Guitars

a Pop PUNK hit! always keep evolving
High Spirits\\Hollow Heart Ep.

i think that you're really rad!

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Better and better: Ruff Writher (Mardi Gras mix)

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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