Me gusta la cadencia de la pista buen sonido de guitarra acústica

I’m such a sucker for this chord progression man beautiful stuff

Nice track.  I would like to hear the mix with guitars doubled and wide, I think it would sound really full with the vocal.  I'll have a go if you want. It's good practice, send me the audio files if you like.

While his peers and compatriots of the equally tender age of 18 were engaging in various worldly pursuits, the ill-fated Gavrilo Princip found himself grappling with the unfortunate diagnosis of tuberculosis. Learning of one’s impending mortality at such a tender age is enough to send any impressionable fellow off the beaten track. Combine this with a confluence of other factors—economic deprivation, an era of what the Germans call Gesinnungspolitik, and the seductive allure of fraternity offered against the bleak backdrop of Austrian imperial rule—and what do you get? Bloody murder, that’s what.

Ah, young Gavrilo, I suppose you never intended to set the whole world ablaze. Alas, the follies of youth! Boys will be boys, and sometimes, they change the course of history.

Clown

Sarajevo

Lyrics-

Hook:

Keep my L silent 
keep it  like salmon 
Big shit yeah 
I swear I’m not with the past tense 
Money got me spoiled  
if I want I can have it
I can’t stand these basic bitches causing all this havoc 
Got the pole, yeah I blast it
Got the gold, yeah I bag it
Big , monclear , I swear I’m feeling like a mammoth 
Cartier my watch 
Givenechy on my jacket 
Gotta trust my soul this shit be really  telepathic
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Only 22 
Yeah I’m on some boss shit
Bitch for a bitch 
I swear I’ll never take a loss 
I don’t fuck with ranch 
But she slurpin on my sauces 
Always watch yo 6 
When you turn take precaution 

Rose gold gold 
Got different color watches 
Foreign step the peddle my whip got so many notches
I can’t fuck with bitches they be fuckin up my conscious 

Let me show you what I’m bout 
Keep the hunnids in her blouse 
Watch my cup shit I swear I’m feelin drowned
Why she hold it in her mouth 
Smoke the gas by the pound
I’m sellin white max straus 

Keep the fire keep the heat 
Lil bae be discreet 
lil bae by quiet 
I can fly you out in private 
I swear I’m flyer than a pilot 
I’m not worry bout the prices 

Hook -

Keep my L silent
 keep it  like salmon 
Big shit yeah 
I swear I’m not with the  past tense 
Money got me spoiled  if I want I can have it
I can’t stand these basic bitches causing all this havoc 
Got the pole, yeah I blast it
Got the gold, yeah I bag it
Big , monclear , I swear I’m feeling like a mammoth 
Cartier my watch 
Givenechy on my jacket 
Gotta trust my soul this shit be really  telepathic

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Creep (Cover)

TOOL” is a raw, catchy acoustic heartbreak anthem by 7FromHeavon — a mix of emotion and melody that hits deep

internals luvers

One would have thought time and fate might bring some improvement. There is no improvement to be found here. Alas, we remain as delightfully bewildered by our own incompetent instruments as a clown by his own sad makeup. Pray, turn that frown upside down, Mr. Clown. The gods must punish us, for our tunes tumble like acrobats from the trapeze. Our voices are weak, pitchy, and tuneless. Our guitars are out of time and often out of strings. They are always out of their depth and very often out of some dark, morbid hole you find yourself in at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday after a quiet pint on a Friday transcended into a little more than you bargained for.

You will find little cheer here to hear. No showmen. No beats to bop your brainless bonce to. No uppers, only downers. Only the melancholic drawl of broken dreams. The failed hopes of would-be artists. The damaged and recovering shells of talentless fiends looking for their next creative hit. Slinging mud to the vast and ever-growing musical walls of this infinitely expanding universe and hoping something will stick.

Hoping that one day, dear droog, through fate or happenstance, some unsuspecting devotchka or malchick may stumble across this unmerry mayhem of our musical circus, where the worst show on earth meets the strangest sounds you’ve ever heard.

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