Name: Gluon by Anthony Cutrera Morales in Mixed for Blank Shell Shutter
Duration: 6 min 5 s
Description: Studio composition by Anthony Cutrera Morales

Mixed for Blank Shell Shutter

Daffodildo

rely on the real world to pull you through hard times

sitting by my windowsill watching all the rain fall
wondering why the clouds block the sun
sitting on a park bench watching all the children run
wondering why they cry when there's nothing really wrong

listen to my neighbors talk
TV news is bad again
politician saying everyone is wrong but him

all these things are just like clouds
blocking out the sun
bringing a cold rain  down on everyone
life is not that complicated unless you make it so
by wanting things that you don't need and hating people you don't know

so I look around my room and out into my yard
I see the trees sprouting leaves and the ants are working hard
I see the fruit on the trees and the wheat covering the plains
so I know the sun will always shine for me
through the pouring rain

let the sunshine

Studio composition by Anthony Cutrera Morales

Gluon

The Incremental Moment
By Ricky Wilhelmson

Stay with it!

The Incremental Moment

In 85 They Were All Alive

■概要(Overview)
時々、命は何度も形を変えて存在し続けるような気がします。
例えばそれは空を飛ぶ鳥かもしれません。

Sometimes it feels like life continues to exist in many different forms.
For example, it may be a bird in flight.

■歌詞
「大丈夫だ」
大丈夫だよ　悲しまないで
振り返ってもいいから
僕がいつも　君のそばに　いるから

風を切るスピードで
この大空を飛ぶ
僕は鳥　見上げてよ
この僕を

上昇気流を　身体に感じ
僕の翼で　どこにでも
君の心を届けてあげる
君の大事なあの人へ

LaLaLa・・・

大丈夫だよ　君は頑張った
顔を上げて　いいんだよ
僕らいつも　正しいばっかり　ではない

どれだけの時間を
飛び続けただろう
僕は鳥　届けたい
今　君に

上昇気流を　覚えているかい？
君と二人で　旅したね
僕はいつでも　見守っている
僕の友達　君の事


寂しい時に　思い出して
空を見上げて　風を感じて

例え身体が　滅んでしまっても
花を咲かせよう　風を吹かせよう

大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ

■ Lyrics (Google translation)
"It's okay"
It's okay don't be sad
you can look back
It's okay because I'm always by your side

at a speed that cuts through the wind
fly in this sky
I'm a bird, look up
this me

Feel the rising air current in your body
anywhere with my wings
I'll carry your heart
To that person who is important to you

LaLaLa...

it's okay you did your best
It's okay to raise your face
We are not always right

How long have I been flying
I'm a bird I want to deliver to you now

Remember the updraft?
I traveled with you
I'm always watching over you
my friend about you


Remember when you're lonely
Look up at the sky and feel the wind

Even if my body perishes
Let the flowers bloom Let the wind blow

It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay

Daijoubu-dA

Bubble Heading

Radio Silence

Far From Home

Just a  rejection song of  too much use of smartphones and sad news ! Have a great week Steph

Can't Take It Any More

Y-Natrium

Slava Ukraini

War is awful.  Peace and love needs to prevail worldwide.
There's too much hatred, pain and division.
When will we ever learn...?

Another falls before the silence of indifference
Another lost within a city on the hill.
And up we climb towards the light off in the distance
Not thinking of the things in lives we might instill.

Yea we get away and escape the pain
of witnessing the decay
it washes away with the rain
when it falls at the end of the day

Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.

The dust and ash fall slowly down upon the people.
The fire and smoke reach out to choke them to the ground (Choke them to the ground)
Sidewinder flies above the city like an eagle.
Hunting their target they come screaming through the clouds.

Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.

Another falls before the silence of indifference
Another lost within a city on the hill...

- V5.03

Sidewinder

I Am Nature - Master

Bandcamp & Streaming

LENZE - Metal

Christmas is coming.
Gone shopping.

Check out the updated version at Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/6oOIoMKJ07pnUJUXdLueKR


Lyrics

Santa is coming and
I dont know how long i can hold
Santa is coming and
I dont know where I can hide
Santa is coming and
I cant find my gun
Santa is coming and
he'll put me in line


Gone shopping - thats the spirit
I feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - you still have credit
and you feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - thats the spirit
you still have credit - We all know it

Gone shopping...


Santa is coming...

---
EVerybody has them 
everybody needs them
got to buy them all 
Buy until you die
You deserve them all
Dont need no money
Just give us your soul

This one is red 
old is blue
New one is better 
the old is shit
buy it buy it buy it 
Buy Buy Buy BUy BUY
---

Santa in his golden mercedes
Filled with twerking laydies 
Big fat smile

Got pockets full of everything but holes
greasy palms and a 
Big fat smile

Grabbing anything anyone
Finished his bottle and rudolf 
He got the moolah

Rudolf with his red nose 
knows better than to mess with mama Claus
from now on

Gone Shopping

We make soundtracks for scenes in movies we imagine.
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWIZ4SP-uNA

Evasion

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

Gluon

Anthony Cutrera Morales

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