'' ou sont les vrais guerriers''

Ojana   '' ou sont les vrais guerriers''

How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…
I woke up in the back yard
All I saw was the joker card
Missed the dance and the super bowls
Cruelty kindness or the growing toll
The wait got weighted down
Barely heard the sound
shoveled on the mound
The wait weighted down
The wait got weighted down
How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the Creekside manor
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…

The Wait Got Weighted Down

K-Never Brake Again

Irish Song by Thomas Moore
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming all alone
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred
No rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
And give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep now with them
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay
And from love?s shining circle
The gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone

The Last Rose Of Summer

04/04/2024

We Made It Through Just Fine

Un Air D'été

The new album 'Urbanicity' has begun. I'll be releasing it weekly, so I hope you'll stay tuned for the next three months. This track will be featured on it.


Composition and Sampling collage by Synline

Give It To Me

I’m tired of being the nice guy. I’m tired of being the fool.
I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of all these rules.
I’m tired of being a good sport. I’m tired of towing the line.
I’m tired of people taking from me what I thought was rightfully mine.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I’m tired of all these advertisements telling me what I need.
I’m tired of people saying to me that I’m never goanna succeed.
I’m tired of listening to bad advice that I did not solicit.
I’m tired of people telling me that my behavior is illicit.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

Tired

Velocitation

Note* Love u Tracy Chapman

I stopped to listen to the squeal of amped electric...
plugging up in the belly of a six string relic
and I polished off the pool stick
with the powder of blue years
yea...and a pox upon your house
for all these fresh tears
and then she started singing...
my belly fell two gears
yea
and I'm choking on the powder coming from blue years
whoa ooo
the hook of destiny
the spear to tear my flesh
yank me back to '88
(when grief don't know me yet)
and I was existing beneath horizons
blue skies when the sun's arising
afloat upon my hope...where it'll be a shining
O yea
but the world got loud and I found it hard to hear
the singing drowned beneath the powder of blue years
yea...a pox upon your house for all these fresh tears

Of Blue Years

wistful old fashioned

experimental musician, I love sampling, breaking up and reassembling the fragments .... I have been working with musicians of various kinds and for some time together with my partner anam we have been producing rare pearls of a new hip hop.

Ojana '' ou sont les vrais guerriers''

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