great track.  Love the creativity on here with the trap elements

Damn nice fam, love the vibe! Had to follow! Let's support each other fr, keep up the good work!🔥🔥

wc 19 October 2020

This is the first time I am writing lyrics before melody in a song.



Ice crystals

I miss the sun
and the flowers
and the warm sand 
on a towel
I miss the rain
and the bees
and to eat cookies
under a tree

Hey, its me in my window
Im looking up to my sky
Hey, Im holding my pillow
I wish it could have made me fly

Because I
Because I
I have to look at
I have to look at

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

Hey, you there in your backyard
You ́re looking at your covered plot
Hey, you ´re  holding your shovel
Do you wish the flakes had been drops

Because you
Because you
You have to look at
You have to look at

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

Ice crystals
Ice crystals
Playing on my head
Playing on my head
Ice crystals
Ice crystals
Playing on your head
Playing on your head

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

ingelas album

Ice Crystals

the Blackhole

Dystopian Resonance

Cipher Jungle

bandcamp

Hypermoonlightspaceadventure

Music by Mike Brosco
Photo by Suzanne Rinehart

Bridge

STARLORD

This one was developed and recorded one afternoon about a year ago with Jose (the Problem) when no one was thinking about mics or recording quality or nuthin', and I can’t really remember what we did. I opened it back up a few weeks ago and did a little editing. But it was basically live. I was playing v-drums somewhere back there with a little speaker, while Jose played piano with at least one mic. We may have added the vocals separately. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Tales From a Midnight Bucket
                            Janine Levinson & Jose Freitas

It pours on me from a midnight bucket somewhere in my chest
Getting cold, maybe tears, maybe oil, maybe blood
I don't know

It hounds me so from a twisted chair squeaking as it rocks
Burn my ears, maybe cries, maybe songs, maybe pleading
I don't know

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul  

It gets a hold: a wire machine with poison in the gears
Bitter oil, maybe pitch, maybe tar, maybe grease
I don't know

It’s underneath my parchment skin and worms its way to light
Maybe bugs, maybe hair, maybe bone, maybe bile 
I don’t know

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul     
ooooooooh!

Strings of tar
Rising twister helpless in the rancid air
Cataract stars 
Fraying leather 
Helpless in the rancid air

It shoots in me a spear of ice freezing in my chest
Getting cold, maybe tears, maybe soil, maybe gone
I don't know  

It undermines my blistered soles and forces me to crawl
Maybe dirt, maybe worms, maybe flesh, maybe gold 
I don’t know 

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul

The Midnight Bucket (Live) (Probably)

You were a fox and i was a builder this morning
As I raised up my hand in casual warning
And Jacob is out on the corner standing
He's running at fifteen years and counting
And maybe one day I'll ask him why

Me, I found babel in a bar in Amsterdam
I’ve come to believe Rome was a dream
This is the station were you said it began
But should we be stepping out or stepping in
Should we just be asking for more time

Do you remember when the radio went down,
We sang to each other 'til morning came round.
These are the places where we always return 
For our clocks to reset and our fears to unlearn.
And you can't get away from the woodfire's smell
And the roof and the timbers are rotting to hell.
And just for a moment you leave it behind
And laugh like you did when you were a child.

This regret is not an exact science of mine
With ratios and rules beyond recalling
We replay our parts and stick to our lines
You were a fox and i was a builder this morning

Hereward Transport Interchange - Late Sunday

room at the table

Someone is going to be sorry
Someone is going to be glad
If you tell me what time your train leaves I’ll work out if I’m happy or sad

You came here unannounced and uninvited
With a shoulder bag and a coat
To a small town in the sand dunes
And a string of fishing boats

Down the alleyways and the backstreets
Past the boarded shops and pubs
windows covered with posters for karaoeke clubs

The market place is empty,
Cobbles glisten in the dawn,
but the sun doesn’t rise as the
mist comes in, off the shore

Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near


Somebody took advantage
Someone else took pity on you
Pulling beer in the volunteer
Under flags of red white and blue

Your accent is confusing
From somewhere to the East
You said the name but it didn’t mean much to me

Your skin is pale like paper
hair is black as tar
You lined up shots like bullets
And arm wrestled me off the bar

We all stood to form a queue
Of knuckle cracking clowns
Our tattooed facing sweated
As you took each of us down

Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near


Somebody’s going to be angry others will be satisfied
I’ll make up my mind in a year or two
When the memory of you has died

Someone is going to be sorry
Someone is going to be glad
If you tell me what time your train leaves I’ll work out if I’m happy or sad


Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near

So Near, So Far

Season shoegaze and electronica with noise！

Twilights

St. Gregory's Book Of Extremely Mundane Dreams

A blood red sunset heralds the return of the dreaded vampire Drusilla.

Drusilla's Hunt

Let me introduce our new member! of COBRAZ.

Lecktric (from UK) https://soundcloud.com/proglectric : 
synthesizer, keyboards, mixing and etc

We're doing collaborations as a band from now on!!!!!

“The Rock Show”
Ryo Kumai: vocal
Lecktric: synthesizer, base, keyboards, drums, (well... all instruments except electric guitar), and mixing.
Mamoru Tsuzuki: electric guitar (with the rhythm box drums)

[lyrics by Ryo & Lecktric]
Even long distance
Even different language
My friend, love our collabs
The Rock Show
Sun of us
The Rock Show
Can all make some magic
We have another 40-50 years to be making music, music together
That means a lot to me
That means The Rock Show
Make life very enjoyable
Try my best
The Rock Show
Sun of us
The Rock Show
Can all make some magic

The Rock Show (New Cobraz : Lecktric + Cobraz)

Sovrastati

Welcome to the load-bearing wall of sound.

Music: No boundaries / Knows no boundaries. I don’t look anything like my profile photograph; I'm actually slightly shorter and a figment of my own delusions.

I’m also known as the wild man of transcendental meditation.

संगीत: कोई सीमा नहीं। / कोई सीमा नहीं जानता।. मैं अपनी प्रोफ़ाइल फ़ोटो की तरह कुछ भी नहीं देखता; मैं वास्तव में थोड़ा छोटा हूं।

Музыка: Без границ / не знает границ. Я совсем не похож на фотографию своего профиля; Я на самом деле немного короче.

الموسيقى: بلا حدود / لا تعرف حدود. لا أبدو مثل صورة ملفي الشخصي ؛ أنا في الواقع أقصر قليلاً.

音乐：无界限/无界限。我看上去不像我的个人资料照片；我实际上略矮一些。

(Translation by Google)

room at the table

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