BROKE MY HEART FT (SWODY)

Hohoh....
Is this the way we're gonna be without a change in what we do hohoho?

Some people are wicked
But they know it
They're looking for somebody
That will tell them
You are a wick*d man
Before they change!

But help me tell them
You better change now

Because everything you do is
Like a seed you are sowing
Into the future
Oh future

Opo lo n se  bi Olorun
E ba mi so fun won
Ki won ma se  gberaga mo

The Lord opposes the proud
But gives grace to the humble
If you lift yourself up
He's gonna bring you down
But if you humble yourself
He will lift you high
Farther
He will lift you high
Farther

He will lift you high
Farther
He will lift you high
Farther
Hunn
Fe omolakeji re
Gege bi ara re
Ofin  Olorun in

Love your neighbour as yourself

Fe omolakeji re
Gege bi ara re
I say
Ofin  Olorun in
Ah
Oh
Mo  l'oro kekere kan
Ti  mo  fe ba e so

I have a little word
That I wanna speak to you
Mo l'oro
Mo  l'oro kekere kan
Ti  mo  fe ba e so
E ba mi so fun aunty yen
Ko ye gberaga mo

Help me tell that  sister not to be arrogant, arrogant, arrogant
not to be arrogant, arrogant, arrogant
not to be proud and pompous!

Aparo kan 
ko ga ju ikan lo
Afi eyi to ba gori ebe
O de ma sokale 
Bo ba pe bo  ya
O ma sokale

The end of every man is
In the grave
I tell you the Truth.

Yeah
Oh
Is this the way we're gonna be
Without a change in
What we do?
Ah
I wanna be like Jesus
Everyday
In everything I do

I donno.
I wanna be like the savior
Who saved my soul hohoho

E je  ka  ko omo wa
Ni ona  to ye ko rin
To ba dagba tan
Ko ni  kuro nibe  o
Train up a child 
in the way he should go
When he grow 
He will not depart from it
That's what the word of God said

I tell you the Truth
It's profitable
The word of God
It's profitable
To direct
To instruct
To lead us aright
Hohoho
Is this the way 
We wanna be?
Is this the way we wanna be?

is this the way?

Is This The Way

I Do It My Way

DESTRUCTION

CHAOS

rest for 🐰

CALAMITY

Brain Scaffolding v0.01

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20 Years of Silence

Light a Candle

Зажги Свечу / Light a Candle

Just another one using Metropolis Ark 1 (Orchestra Tools). It just being fun exploring these soundlibraries. Enjoy.....

Open The Ark

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"

"Actually slaps"

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.

Brain Scaffolding v0.01

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