I love the sound,the drum is amazing, very ok

This composition is inspired by the famous Grimm’s fairy tale of the same name. While Stratocasters, synthesizers, and electric bass may not seem the most obvious choice for such a piece, I truly enjoyed bringing it to life.
Big thanks to Karri Hunter for bringing the voice of the King to life at the end of the song.
108 bpm

Cinderella

Electric Dreams (extended instrumental)

TRUE SESSIONS 
La bohème - Charles Aznavour (Hip Hop Remix)
ISLE shores - Little Mama (Xkluesive - ShAnkAri touch) 
FacedFaceless - Knit a sweater (ShAnkAri touch) 
Raftaar - RAP-TA (ShAnkAri touch) 
Swift Beatz feat. Salvatore De Niro & Lil Maick - Dans La Zik (ShAnkAri touch) 
ZO feat Khali Bear - Dose off (ShAnkAri touch) 
Rock Izy - Figure it (Xkluesive - ShAnkAri touch)
Na na na, Fake Shady (ShAnkAri cook-up) 
Rio - chalked out (ShAnkAri touch)
4$tackBA3Y - unc pule (ShAnkAri touch)
Swift Beatz - Sì con la testa (ShAnkAri touch) 
Babylandobando - Pop me a 4 (ShAnkAri touch)
Darkmemories - FREEHAND (LvntiaBeats - ShAnkAri touch) 
AfterTrap - True Sessions (ShAnkAri touch) 
Dalida - C'est l'Histoire d'un amour (ShAnkAri cover) 
UnknownPerspective - First snow, gangsta, time after time (emancipator - ShAnkAri cook-up) 

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TRUE SESSIONS #djmix #Rapnotech #ShAnkAri-touch

Alien Horizon

ÑFL §uper BowI LX Anthemic Motion to Compel 8 minutes 46 seconds

Depuis la pandémie mondiale, plusieurs pays ont décidé de restreindre les sorties des citoyens pour les protéger du virus. Bonne idée ou mauvaise idée, là n’est pas le propos de la chanson. Le titre parle plutôt de ceux qui avaient déjà, ou qui ont maintenant de la difficulté à sortir de leur maison depuis cet évènement. Cela se nomme  le SYNDROME DE LA CABANE. Dans la chanson, une amie essaie de venir en aide à la personne qui a peur de sortir mais ne sait pas si ça va fonctionner.


Since the global pandemic, several countries have decided to restrict the exit of citizens to protect them from the virus. Good idea or bad idea, that’s not the point of the song. The title talks rather about those who had already, or who are now having difficulty leaving their house since this event. It is called the CABIN SYNDROME. In the song, a friend tries to help the person who is afraid of going out but doesn’t know if it will work.


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles, musique & arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Michel Otis : synthétiseur
Frank Corneau : Basse
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation



PHONOGRAPHE

Prison de Verre

Prison de verre

This track is a sweeping cinematic journey that begins with the solitary, mournful voice of a cello. It paints a picture of vast, open spaces and deep introspection. The piece gradually builds, weaving in layers of violas and violins to create a rich, emotional tapestry that swells with dramatic tension.

Just as the string arrangement reaches its peak, an ethereal choir enters, lifting the track into a breathtaking, epic crescendo. The music feels immense and powerful, suitable for the climax of a film or a moment of profound realization. It's a powerfully melancholic yet ultimately hopeful piece that explores themes of loss, resilience, and beauty.

The Last Voyage

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TURKS AND CACAOS

And all of the signs were in my face 
That I should be runnin' away 
And I thought that I had a clue 
But you made me feel like a fool

Breaking All My Rules

naughty bounce

Aru Kuro On Rhea Moon

Just Believe to See

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.

ÑFL §uper BowI LX Anthemic Motion to Compel 8 minutes 46 seconds

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