singing vocals
rap vocals
electric guitar
acoustic base
programmed drums
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Lyrics:
The path of destiny
is not hard to see
at all if you keep it real
all you got to do is deal
with all the pain
that you‘re still investing so much energy
to keep inside
and try to hide from you
in order not to feel it consciously
and try to hide from others
in order not to be,
vulnerably,
life is not always easy,
but trust me,
it can definitely be simple,
just sit down with me,
breathe in,
breathe out,
and just be.


[guitar solo]


Life wants you to feel,
life wants you to heal,
together we can live heaven on earth,
you just have to put your hands in the dirt,
and grow your love,
and grow your love,
and grow your love,
and grow your love,


Life wants you to feel,
life wants you to heal,
so that we live heaven on earth,
put your hands in the dirt,

Life wants you to feel,
life wants you to heal,
so that we live heaven on earth,
put your hands in the dirt,

Life wants you to feel,
life wants you to heal,
so that we live heaven on earth,
put your hands in the dirt,

Life wants you to feel,
life wants you to heal,
so that we live heaven on earth,
put your hands in the dirt,

and grow your love

Picture by brenkee
https://pixabay.com/de/users/brenkee-2021352/

So Much Energy (Composition No. 8)

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors is the second album by Labobros, realeased on the 20th December 2021. This is an experimental album in terms of sounds, music styles and languages.

So many collaborations from every part of the world like: Cesareo (Elio e le Storie Tese), Paolo Tofani (Area International Group), Mourad Musset (La Rue Ketanou), Jinian Wilde (David Cross Band), Peter Lacey, Jade Marie, Pasquale Nigro, Alfonso Sacchetti, Benigno Grillo, Roberto De Rosis, Natale Novellis, Serafino Zangaro, Vero Luz, Joe Figg, Gabriele Vignati.

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors

Tramonto Giapponese

Rock Ballad for December 2024
Thank you to all my supporters of my music and hoping you all manage to have a great end of year holiday and 2025.

Dedicating my song to my late daughter pop princess Sarah Harding (Hardman) - and the times I always took her ice skating when she was little. 🙏💗..🕊💃

Single

Ice Dancer

Ice Dancer by John Hardman

The title is a play on words on the law of diminishingresults, that this might be my best work yet still the hardest this far to make, and the fact that I am starting to experience epileptic seizures.

SVEDESE

Cristales del Cosmos

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https://youtu.be/upOdnz7oyfA?si=vycVClQUgbvpH78d

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

mesmerizing pop-orchestral mashup that reweaves Taylor Swift’s lyrical depth into Demi Lovato’s emotional anthem "Give Your Heart a Break" — reborn as "The Fate of Ophelia".
This officially authorized derivative work fuses the original instrumental and production backbone of "Give Your Heart a Break" (co-created by Thomas Lee Brown aka Tommy Brown) with reimagined vocals, cinematic strings, and narrative reinterpretation by Uber Hits Home Studio Ltda.
Transforming heartbreak into Shakespearean tragedy, the track traces Ophelia’s journey from fragile hope to defiant empowerment — all over the iconic Champagne Therapy groove.


Versão Curta (Spotify / Apple Music / YouTube):

"The Fate of Ophelia" — a Taylor Swift-inspired emotional mashup over the authorized instrumental of Demi Lovato’s "Give Your Heart a Break" (Tommy Brown).
Love breaks. Stories rise.

The Fate Of Ophelia - Taylor Swift

Drift through the cosmos with Universe — a spacious, atmospheric trap instrumental designed to feel like you’re floating through a star-filled night sky.

Universe (Instrumental) prod. by shaneonethousand

Nothing

Artwork from Rupert Desnaux (Instagram: @vondesnaux)

TaraBiscotto

Tara Biscotto

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"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```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.

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blorgpulkfplorksickle