great lyric. agree and write about the same issues

BEGIN THE SAGE IF THERE ARE STIMULANTS LEFT

Original artist Mariah Carey.  i love the lyrics in this song... A hero lies in you...

Hero

In this time of wars & great crisis, we should keep call for Peace & equality, for a better humanity.
Here are some vocals extract of my song on the topic. So who want can use it, mixing it as you like with music or as featuring in another .song  
You can also use, in a same track, some part of other vocals from this playlist https://soundcloud.com/specialvocals/sets/call-for-humanity-vocals-for
The files are on Free Download.  If You Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track & Let Me Know, I will Repost, Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix...
& If you use it for commercial purpose, let me know, all my songs are under Authors Rights

HUMAN RIGHTS - FUTURE ? - Vocals for Collab

Sagittal Plane

NB_75_Elimination_Round

Jupiter (2008) Cover Version

Trantriant

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We Live a Wag-the-Dog Life – No Tail Wags the Dog Forever!  //
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Have you seen “Wag the Dog” (1997), 
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starring 
Dustin Hoffman, Robert De Niro, Anne Heche, Woody Harrelson, and directed by Barry Levinson? 

This sharp political satire follows a spin doctor and a Hollywood producer who fabricate a war to distract from a presidential scandal—an unforgettable commentary on media, power, and truth. And now—brought to you today due to current events!
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We Live a Wag-the-Dog Life – No Tail Wags the Dog Forever!  /
Raw Barnstorm Demo Mix //
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The Wag-the-Dog Life – A Seamen’s Song

(To the rhythm of crashing waves and creaking sails)

Verse 1: 
We sail the stormy waters, eyes fixed on the sky, 
While shadows dance on the deck, and truth’s a whispered lie. 
The captain’s got a secret, the crew’s just playing parts,
 In a play where the dog wags the tail, but no one knows the heart.

Chorus: 
We live the wag-the-dog life, 
Where smoke and mirrors rule the night. 
The cannon’s roar, the flashing light— 
Distraction’s the captain’s might.
 Oh, we live the wag-the-dog life, 
While freedom’s just out of sight.

Verse 2: 
The headlines blaze with battles, far beyond the shore, 
But back in the galley, the real wars wage much more. 
Laws slip through like silent tides, while eyes are fixed afar,
 And puppeteers pull strings unseen, beneath the evening star.

Chorus: 
We live the wag-the-dog life, 
Where smoke and mirrors rule the night. 
The cannon’s roar, the flashing light— 
Distraction’s the captain’s might.
 Oh, we live the wag-the-dog life,
 While freedom’s just out of sight.

Bridge: 
Raise your glass, my brothers and sisters of the sea, 
The storm may rage around us, but truth will set us free.
 No tail wags the dog forever, no fog can hide the sun, 
We’re sailors of the real world—our voyage has begun!

Final Chorus: 
We live the wag-the-dog life, 
But soon the dawn will break the night. 
The dog will wag its tail just right— 
And bring the truth into the light. 
Oh, we live the wag-the-dog life, 
But freedom’s worth the fight.

Captain, the crew’s anthem is ready to echo across the waves. 
Shall we raise the sails and sing it loud? 

First Officer standing by with voice and verse!
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drama written and narrated by fictionalive /
the song 'Barnstorm' is written, produced, and provided by mobygratis.com / arrangend, mixed by fictionalive / fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports/ fair use only / / 
dropped june 30, 2025
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/ Wag the Dog - this way
https://www.imdb.com/de/title/tt0120885/

We Live a Wag-the-Dog Life – No Tail Wags the Dog Forever! // Raw Barnstorm Demo Mix

On My Way to Tokyo

jigs T is not responsible for any kind of brain damage , listen at your own risk 😂

stimulants

An original song by J.J. Terrell

Left Behind

It’s really about the nights we shared
Underneath all the stars

Now that we’re apart, it’s hard to breathe
Thinking of the love, the dreams we weave.

Oh babe I need you back, it’s true

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lonely moment, I’m left behind
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Time keeps passing, but the ache won’t fade
Our song still plays, in every serenade
If you could hear me, would you find your way
Back to my arms, where your heart should stay?

Ohhh babe, I need you back

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lovely moment, I’m with you
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Oh babe, I need you back
It’s true


Left Behind

Sage The Gemini & Iamsu! VS PLK & Hamza (Dramantic Remix)

Spanish Dances No.5 Op.34

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
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— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....

/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Odyssey begins - Age of Melancholy Incoming // The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Rain Is Falling Down

Little to say about this song; both lyrics and music (all organic but for programmed drums) were done very impulsively, so it may show my primal inspiration without reworks or additions. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Pic from: https://vincentmars.com/2013/11/20/the-sensual-paintings-of-fabian-perez/

Translated Lyrics:

YO PENSÉ (LA SEXTA VEZ) / I THOUGHT (THE SIXTH TIME)

Yo pensé: esa mujer no es peligrosa…
  (I thought: that woman is not dangerous …)
No esperé enamorarme como un idiota.
  (I did not expect to fall in love like an idiot.)
Me pregunté: ¿qué tiene en los ojos que tanto me tienta?
  (I wondered: what’s in her eyes which tempts me so much?)
y me acerqué para hablar con ella y verlos de cerca.
  (And I got closer to speak with her and watch them closely.)

Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué no extrañaba hacerlo con ella?
  (And if it was the first time, why didn’t I feel strange doing it with her?)
Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué parecía que era la sexta?
  (And if it was the first time, why did it seem to be the sixth one?)
Y si era la sexta vez, ¿por qué hubo preguntas después de la escena?
  (And if it was the sixth time, why were there questions after the scene?)

Y si fue la única vez, ¿por qué no puedo apartarla de mi cabeza?
  (And if it was the unique time, why cannot I take her out of my head?)

ER41FI08 97-17

Factor Integrante

Yo pensé (La sexta vez)

01 - Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Viola, Cello, Bass Clarinet
02 - Spitfire Audio - Woodwind Evolutions - A Simple start

Lament

Here is a new page with vocals for collabs. 
I open it as i wasn't able to upload  more tracks on my others SC profiles.

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

HUMAN RIGHTS - FUTURE ? - Vocals for Collab

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