Doesn’t matter what you feel
Cause none of this is real
Doesn’t matter what you say
Because This all will go away

When the season is new
We change everything we do
When the season is new
It’s a different me and you

It Doesn’t matter what you believe
Because All of this will leave
And it Doesn’t matter where you are
We all see the same stars 

When the season is new
We change everything we do
When the season is new
It’s a different me and you

Time heals all wounds 

So your current state is this
And soon it will be that
Enjoy it while it’s here
And this is where you’re at

When the season is new
We change everything we do
When the season is new
It’s a different me and you

Time heals all wounds

New Seasons

" POLTERGEIST " raw

I open up my laptop, see the emails pourin' in
Deadlines, demands, where do I begin?
Messages flashing, everyone's on my case
But I'm stuck in slow motion, still lost in space

Can't think straight, can't stay awake
My brain's on pause, give me a break
I'm half alive, for goodness' sake
I need coffee!

Papers stacked up, the work's piling high
My mind's in a fog, can't even try
The phone's blowin' up, they're all callin' my name
But until I'm caffeinated, I'm just not the same

Can't think straight, can't stay awake
My brain's on pause, give me a break
I'm half alive, for goodness' sake
I need coffee!

Beans grindin', the machine starts to hum
Steam's risin' up—here it comes!
First sip hits, now I'm alive
Watch out world, I'm ready to dive!

No more fog, I'm wide awake
Running full speed, no need to fake
Here I am, ready and bossed
My brain finally unpaused

Brain on Pause

“For Sure (Alpha)” is the embodiment of raw determination. With RedZilla’s rhythmic, bold energy, this track combines powerful lyrics with dynamic production. It’s a perfect anthem for those chasing their goals relentlessly. Alpha sets the tone, delivering intensity and focus with every beat, a testament to LeopardBeats’ mastery.

For Sure (alpha) ft. RedZilla

Cat Scaffolding v0.01

ALFONSO LLORENTE LYRICS & VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ELECRETIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS & SYNTH
MRS A VOCALS

PAYASOS

Te invito a que soñemos
Te invito a que cambiemos
Pero sin alejarnos
Te invito a que hablemos
Los dogmas nos estrellan
No votemos por payasos!
No giremos a la izquierda
No tampoco a la derecha
Nuestro viaje es pa´delante
No más payasos al timón
No nos segreguemos
Quedémonos juntos
El mundo es un panal
Sin lugar para los payasos
Que nos quieren gobernar 
Con cuentos chimbos para un cambio
Y en la calle quedamos
Nos ultrajan nuestros sueños los payasos!

Despertémonos no más engaños
Los circos siempre se van
Y con ellos sus payasos!

Los payasos llegan
Y asustan nuestros sueños
Con caretas de demócratas
Nos quieren gobernar
Pa´llenarles el buche
A quienes tienes de más
Y acaban con el nido de la perra
Sin entender porqué
El poder los enceguece
Y se creen dioses.

El sol siempre sale
El nuevo día nos mostrará que la farsa se acaba
Y con ella los payasos se van, se van!

Despertémonos no más engaños
Los circos siempre se van
Y con ellos sus payasos!

PAYASOS

Neurocysticercosis

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20 Years of Silence

Light a Candle

Зажги Свечу / Light a Candle

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.

Cat Scaffolding v0.01

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