Name: Run to the cold by Dancing With Tea in Related tracks: Run to the cold
Duration: 2 min 43 s
Description: A seasonal multi-analog and digital rocker.

So cool! This song reminded me of the video game Megaman. i love it!

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A not so traditional fusion of styles with some interplay between piano and flute.

The Future Roam

Blades Of Winter

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

Many thanks to the wonderful Sander - Wane of Summer - for once again agreeing to a collaboration. His stunning original composition: https://soundcloud.com/wane-of-summer/ephemeral-echoes

this miraculous planet is all that matters - how much time have we got?

I look at you . .

swaying like a baby  /   learning to walk
mesmerised by the light  /  as it falls between the leaves  /   seeing the world 
unfold around me  /   all I needed  /   was there  

 
clouds     float in skies     carry light      through the trees
they lift my heart     like that look     in your eyes     
in a world that's simply free

now this chaos     where does it lead us?     what are we to do?
sometimes     it feels like a waste of time
but then, my love     I look at you     I look at you 

with so much hatred     so much greed
where is the love     the love we need?

so from these broken shores     we set forth      into rising seas
how far to that clean, fair world     where we'll live in peace?

this miraculous planet     is all that matters     how much time have we got?
will we be able   to save ourselves?     maybe, baby     
maybe not

sometimes    it feels like    a waste of time     
and I just don't know    what to do
sometimes it feels like    a waste of time
but then, my love, I look at you         I look at you . .

pour toi, bébé

x  : )

I look at you - Wane of Summer (+ltp)

https://soundcloud.com/indiiwildmoon/coma
05152025updmx

Coma by Wildsilences aka Indii Wildmoon

A seasonal multi-analog and digital rocker.

Run to the cold

To the one i love

PARADISE 

On her cheek a tear 
and I'm ready to do 
anything 
She won't look at me 
and in my head it's 
anything 

To prove her right 
I'm even ready to say 
anything
I can hear those around me saying 
that it doesn't work like that 
anything

they don't understand 
that with her I win every time
I who didn't believe 
she is now 
my only faith 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my only true
Paradise

With my hand raised I'd be lying 
if I had to get her 
from a bad situation 
I can already hear those who will say 
that these things can't be done 
no, no, not like that 

they don't understand 
that she does it every day 
as much for me
she knows how to put off winter with her arms
when I tell her I'm too cold. 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her, my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my last
Paradise

Paradis (translated)

In the rain

Broken portal guns

It Waits... The Night Will Come Soon!

I NEVER PLAYED

Have you ever sensed the day as a glorious event to your life expectations
Have you ever sensed the day in a way that it matters only what you say

Demolish everyone you think he had played
I never played I never played

Have you ever sensed the night as a sheet of desires giving birth to light
Have you ever sensed the night in a way that your shadow always stay alongside

Demolish everyone you think he had played
I never played, I never played.

Guitar - Bill Barek
Vocals, Lyrics - Christos

TASCAM DR-100

I NEVER PLAYED -JAMMING ME AND BILL (Lyrics on Description)

RPR08_63

Autonomous Seasons

Another version of the song can be found on the album "Cabaret", under the name "Trapped in Shadows [Cabaret]."

[Verse]
I wake up cold, the night still near,
A home that crumbles year by year.
Mama’s hands are rough, she can't let go,
Of dreams she lost a lifetime ago.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Verse]
Crowds scream loud, but I can’t hear,
Their cheers are just a mask for fear.
We sing the songs they wanna feel,
But every note is less than real.

The lights are bright, they burn my skin,
But emptiness is all within.
Another show, another day,
I’m just a shadow on display.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Bridge]
The world’s on fire, but we survive.
I wonder if we’re truly alive.
They say the world is ours to make,
But how much more can one heart take?

[verse]
My brother’s got hunger in his eyes,
But no one hears the quiet cries.
 
[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

Just a Shadow on Display [Edit]

While I live

And thou shalt not only while yet I live shew me the kindness of the Lord, that I die not:

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Rust Cutler has no money, so he only experiments with low-cost synthesizers and no Digital Audio Workstation (DAW). He'd rather have hardware that makes interesting sounds than a decent computer. He never thought he'd have to point out that no artificial intelligence is used in his compositions, but apparently we are now in that world. Rust Cutler strongly believes limitations spark creativity and enjoys creating a melody where perhaps none should exist.  All tracks are single musician, single take recordings with no editing and no processing except onboard effects. Everything you hear is how it sounded at the moment it occurred, then posted under the name, Dancing With Tea. Rust Cutler hopes you enjoy these experiments.

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