10th and last track of xoPa's 2nd album, "Toronto calling" (2023).

Artist: xoPa
Album: Toronto Calling
Year: 2023
License CC BY-NC
Music and lyrics: Pablo Peón

LYRICS
I just dunno, if I could go there. Hard to think in that. 
Life in Mars has finally changed. Now’s extremely hard.
I think the place where I can be free, would be back to Earth,
Only kicking a Lego piece would hurt you, the Lego piece is turning off.

Life is not so sad, see the rainbow on the floor? I could do anything, just if I want to 
Now I have the notice, finally I can go back home, I dunno if its fine, but I’ll do it, though  

They told me that I could-a stay here, now everything is right.
This kingdom now is not gonna fall, it’s in my tiny hands.

(INTERLUDE)

Life is not so sad, see the rainbow on the floor? I could do anything, just if I want to 
Now I have the notice, finally I can go back home, I dunno if its fine, but I’ll do it, though  

I just dunno, if I could go there. Hard to think in that. 
Life in Mars has finally changed. Now’s extremely hard.
I think the place where I can be free, would be back to Earth,
Only kicking a Lego piece would hurt you, the Lego piece is turning off.

Toronto Calling

Mars piano

10. Mars Piano

Une chanson pour amoureux inspirée par mes voyages à Paris composée pour mon amie Caroline qui adore les voyages aussi!

A song for lovers inspired by my trips to Paris and composed for my friend Caroline who loves to travel too!

5 VOIX

Québec-Paris

Québec - Paris

Restoration - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Intro:

Woke up to the sound of rain,
Dripping through the ceiling stain.
Bills stacked high on the counter there,
Turn on the news—more hate in the air.

Verse 1:
Prices climb but my pay stays low,
Seems like everywhere I go,
People shouting, pointing blame,
No one listens, it’s all the same.

Pre-Chorus:
And I don’t know how much more I can take,
Feels like the ground is starting to break…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But I’m still here with a heavy heart.
Trying to hold on, trying to stand tall,
When the walls cave in and the raindrops fall.

Verse 2:
Mama’s coughing, daddy’s weak,
Doctors say it’s getting bleak.
Kids got bruises, stitches tight,
Car’s in the shop, but they’re all right.

Pre-Chorus:
And I don’t know how much more I can take,
Feels like the ground is starting to break…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But I’m still here with a heavy heart.
Trying to hold on, trying to stand tall,
When the walls cave in and the raindrops fall.

Bridge:
And my old dog stares at me,
Her legs are weak, but her eyes still see.
She tries to run, but she just falls down,
Like this whole damn world is spinning ‘round.
But she wags her tail, won’t let go,
Maybe that’s something I should know…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But love still beats in a wounded heart.
I won’t let go, I’ll stand up tall,
Even when the raindrops fall.

Outro:
Roof still leaks, and the world still burns,
But love’s the only thing that returns.
So I hold on, though it’s torn apart,
Still a little light in the dark.

Falling apart

'Gustos', una canción que se adentra en el mundo lleno de matices de las preferencias y elecciones personales.El concepto de 'gusto' aquí no solo se refiere a lo que nos gusta comer o vestir, sino también a cómo nuestras elecciones, por pequeñas que sean, pueden afectar nuestro bienestar.

GUSTOS

pop punk/rock
co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by
@a7-recording-studio

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Before Sunrise

Hebrew:

אֶהְיֶה לְךָ אוֹר בִּשְׁבִיל חֲשׁוּךְ
צֵל מְנַחֵם בְּיוֹם שָׁבוּר
אַתָּה לֹא לְבַד, אַף פַּעַם לֹא זָר
אַהֲבָה פְּתוּחָה, אֲנִי לְךָ נִשְׁאָר

כִּי בְּיַחַד כּוֹכָבִים זוֹרְחִים
רַק בְּיַחַד פְּצָעִים מַחֲלִימִים
נִפְתַּח יָד, לֹא נַעֲצוֹר לְעוֹלָם
עַד שֶׁהַלֵּב יִתְמוֹלֵא בְּחֶסֶד לְכֻלָּם


Translation:

I'll be your light on a darkened road
Comforting shade on a broken day
You're never alone, never a stranger
Open-hearted love, for you I remain

Because together, stars shine bright
Only together wounds heal right
We open hands, never stopping our call
Until every heart is filled with kindness for all

רַק בְּיַחַד כּוֹכָבִים זוֹרְחִים

Sweet  

Intro Progression:   

Emaj7(#11) > Em7♭6 > EM > E(b5) > G > em > C > A > B (Lead Melody) > G  > em > C > A > B 

 

Verse 1:  

(B) One hand on the wheel, one hand on the gun, her foot on the gas, on the run 

(G) She’s run away, (em) get away, (A) leave it all (C) behind, and (A) she’s (B) gone. 

 

Verse 2 

One bird in the air, that glare in the mirror, one last breath, the last thing he saw 

Had enough today, it’s done today, left it all behind, damn his soul 

(G) Cross that line no more, (em) I’m not your whore, (A) I’m done being scared, (C) yeah, (A) I’m (B) gone 

 

Chorus:  

(Emaj7(#11) So (Em7♭6) sweet (used to be) 

(Emaj7(#11) So (Em7♭6) sweet, (used to be) 

(Emaj7(#11) So (Em7♭6) sweet (finally free) 

 

Verse 3 

One bruise on her cheek, some blood her dress, his body on the side of the road 

Yeah, he’s gone today, for good today, one bullet in the front of his skull 

 

Verse 4 

Still wakes screaming at night, feels his hand on her throat, he throws her against the wall 

He broke her heart, broke her bones, he never broke her will, bless her soul  

He can’t hurt me no more, she tells herself, not anymore  

 

 

 

Chorus:  

So sweet (used to be), So sweet, (used to be), So sweet (finally free) 

 

Bridge:  

(Em7♭6) Into the sunset she drives, time to get on with her life 

(Esus4) I just want to be me she says, just want to be free from the pain 

(Em7♭6) Okay is still so far away, one mile at a time, until that day. 

(Esus4) I just want to be me, just want to be free from the pain  

 Chorus - Outtro

Sweet

Hey guys,
after a while, I am back with a cover of one of my favorite - and one of the most underrated - John Denver tracks: "Catch Another Butterfly". It deals with the passing of childhood and remembers the beauty of it. Truly a masterpiece.
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Catch Another Butterfly - John Denver (Acoustic Guitar-Cover)

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Forever

I'M SAD (instrumental) by Marco Russo

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"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

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.

רַק בְּיַחַד כּוֹכָבִים זוֹרְחִים

blorgpulkfplorksickle