Curb Your Attitude

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

Moving beyond the animosity of a broken relationship in the hopes the hate will move on

Open Wounds

My Ramones Rock
Hey Ho, let's go!
In the 70s with a spark they started and made their mark
fast and hard, such a thrill, simple songs that give me a chill
master of chords play it loud, listen how Joey shouts
a sound that will never fade, a pity that I'm too late

hey ho, let's go
punk rock chords in my head, with every tone I feel no dread
play all their chords I can't resist, with their music I know I exiist
master of chords play it loud, listen how Joey shouts
a sound that will never fade, a pity that I'm too late

Joey and Tommy and Dee Dee and Johnny, Marky, Richie, Elvis, C. J

I sing it high, I shout it out, I play their chords and music very loud
punk rock love, so okay, happy that their music crossed my way
hear that sound, it's pure delight, the Ramones I play every night
simple songs that they created, sing along, don't hesitate
I celebrate and feel so great

My Ramones Rock

Firefly Song

This song is like a tear that felt from my eye, a heavy drift through what we are living in…

The Dispute

Live Ad Lib performance on the Ivory Keys from Intergalactic Classical & also Photography

We Are Free ~Live~

Vocal Production and Mixing - Eat the Trees

It took me a long time to do this one, and I put in the hard work and dedication to make it happen. Extra special Thanks to Eat The Trees.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Neon veins across a rusted sky
The data weeps, the circuits start to die
Synthetic prayers fall flat and cold
No algorithm can save a soul

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
We are the end


Verse 2
Oceans rise with a frozen scream
Time unfolds like a broken dream
A paradise we forged in flame
Now no one's left to speak its name

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
This is the END

THE END!

The End

The lyrics are based on a true story how I got lost in a hood in a city with many stairs and walked 20K steps and gone up 40 floors. 
This happened two days after my medication doubled and I started to get disoriented. 
This is scary. You are afraid of yourself. You can't trust yourself. And this goes on and on without any improvement. 

*Please be cautious when taking any medications*

Lyrics:

You start your journey from your home
point A will end at B
You think that your ETA 
In minutes maximum 

IS

Fifteen

You start your trip to retrieve a package
The simplest mission that might be
But you don't know what kind of wreckage 
This path will give 
To your

SANITY

SANITY

You walk in circles pondering 
If this road will ever end
You're going up
You're going down
You're searching for the end
Going to
NOWHERE 

You start to cry, to cry for help
You don't know where you are
You want to leave 
To run away
You're starting to be getting
Pretty 
MAD

You went up forty floors
Walked 20 thousand steps
You're whimpering, your mind is lost
You dream of

RESTFUL

DEATH

A RESTFUL DEATH


And when you reach your destination 
You realize it all was wrong
You suffered for two hours only
to discover that
GPS IS GONE
IN-SANE

INSANE

AND MY LOCATION WAS ALWAYS 
IN-CORRECT 

INCORRECT 

LOCATION

GPS HAS GONE
INSANE

MY LEGS ARE GONE

GONE

IN MUSCLE DEATH

The lyrics are written by a human being, everything else is on AI 🙂 












Insane navigation

V.M.18
Tommy Luckitta: Drums
Andrea Bariselli: Bass
Marco Trentacoste: Guitars
Davide Castenetto: Vox

Produced by Andrea Bariselli e Marco Trentacoste
Executive Producers: Sergio Salaorni per Larione 10, Andrea Bariselli for Rock Planet Productions and Marco Trentacoste
Recorded by Alberto "Skizzo” Bonardi at Larione 10 -  Florence (1994/1995)
Mixed by Fabrizio Simoncioni al Larione 10 - Florence (1996)
Mastered by Antonio Baglio al Profile Studio - Milan (1996)

Music by V.M.18
Lyrics by Fabrizio Paglia

Non Sento

The Armor of Fate

Hello, I’m Rob, or BOB! lol!
One man band: I play Guitar, Bass, Vocals, and program Drums.
(I DO NOT use AI for my music)

I’ve been playing guitar since I was 13, and enjoyed performing in a few bands over the years. 
If anyone is interested is collaborating or chatting music, please don’t hesitate to reach out. 
I want to build relationships and know people for who they are, and not just what they play.

Rob Quinn

The End

Boblivion