Vidéo : https://youtu.be/WSOxYXMCH5I

The tragic fate of Ophelia from Hamlet (Shakespeare ) as told by Muette .
Translation after the French text

La blanche Ophelie 

Texte : Muette
Chant : Julia
Musique: Alain Illos

Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
Quand la blanche Ophélie
De l'aurore à la nuit
Porte sa croix,
Vous faites quoi ?
Quand son ventre se tord,
Que ses pleurs la noient,
Que faites-vous mes morts ?
A quand la joie
Et à quand les renforts ?
A quoi sert qu'on vous prie ?
-Vous n'avez plus d'oreilles -
 Parler ou se taire : c’est pareil !
A quoi servent les mots dits ?
Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
La regardant passer
Jusqu'à frôler vos bords ?
Et toi, tu sers à quoi,
Fixant celle qui se noie
Les mains blessées
De vouloir attraper
Toutes ces branches inutiles
Qui cassent quand les saisit
Dans le courant qui file
Notre blanche Ophélie ?
A quoi sert d'être mort
Si tu ignores encore
Ta fille au teint de cire
Qui dans l’onde s'enfonce,
Une couronne de souvenirs
En guise de réponses.

The white Ophelia

What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
When the white Ophelia
From dawn to night
Carries her cross,
What do you do?
When her belly twists,
When her tears drown her,
What do you do my dead?
When will there be joy
And when the reinforcements?
What's the use of praying to you?
-You have no ears -
 To speak or not to speak: it's all the same!
What use are words spoken?
What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
Watching it go by
Until it brushes against your edges?
And you, what are you good for,
Staring at the drowning one
Wounded hands
Trying to catch
All those useless branches
That break when you grab them
In the flowing current
Our white Ophelia?
What's the use of being dead
If you still don't know
Your waxen daughter
Who in the wave sinks,
A crown of memories
By way of answers.

La Blanche Ophélie  avec Julia  (translated text)

Good Thing

First own song with my son!

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5dY3wjGxrTF3hKfrh1bRPj

Vocals / Lyrics: The Venom @synister-music
Music, Guitars (LP-S, 540S, Tele), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender
Picture: Synister @Synister

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Android No.9

Android No. 9 (with Syniyster)

Sugar Lips

CJ Johnbad - Big step with da Beat!

I chose the song Bongo Bong (Je ne t'aime plus) by Manu Chao.
Designed with 15 synthesizers and 150 bpm.
I hope you like it again.
Have fun
DJ Hero Soft

Lyrics

Bongo Bong

Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was king of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I start banging my first bongo

Every monkey liked to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong

I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crowd

So I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don't go crazy
When I'm banging on my boogie, I'm the

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, king of the bongo

Nobody like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause nobody go crazy
When I'm banging on my boogie

I'm the king without a crown
And get loose in the big town
But I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

They say that I'm a clown
Making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place
For little monkey in this town

Nobody like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause nobody go crazy
When I'm banging on my boogie, I'm the

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

Banging on my bongo
All that swing belongs to me
I'm so happy there's nobody
In my place instead of me

I'm a king without a crown
And get loose in the big town
I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was king of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I start banging my first bongo

Every monkey liked to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong

Hear me when I come
Hear me when I come, baby

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo
Hear me when I come

Original Video

https://youtu.be/cfLIlP-GAmg?si=3qAeh0VDZ0xNEq9X

Hero´s  Bongo Bong

DJ - Hero - Soft - 548 - Hero´s - Bongo - Bong

In the vibrant tapestry of Australian activism, Jack Karlson emerges as a bold and indomitable figure whose fierce commitment to social justice and human rights challenged the very foundations of oppression in New South Wales. Born on February 26, 1950, Jack's life was marked by an unyielding courage that set him apart. His iconic declaration, "this is a democracy manifest," during his arrest on a day that would reverberate throughout the country, became emblematic of his struggle against systemic injustice, symbolizing the collective yearning for freedom in a democracy that often fell short of its ideals. Jack's confrontation with law enforcement on that fateful day is not just an incident but a pivotal moment in Australian history—a moment that ignited a wildfire of discourse on civil liberties. His arrest by the notoriously corrupt New South Wales police on September 1, 1988, was not merely an individual act of defiance; it was a clarion call to all who believed in the foundational principles of democracy. Jack's words echoed in the hearts of many, capturing the raw tension between authority and the people’s right to protest. He stood firm, embodying the spirit of those who dared to speak truth to power, making it abundantly clear that issues of justice were personal, immediate, and urgent. A lover of music, Jack often channeled his fervor into the strings of his Spanish guitar, the instrument serving as both a release and a rallying cry. Those melodies spoke of rebellion and resilience, marking his identity as both an artist and activist. Jack’s favorite expletive, "fuck," often punctuated his passionate speeches, a passionate expression of his contempt for the corrupt systems that sought to silence voices like his, illustrating the raw emotion and truth he felt in the face of oppression. Jack's commitment to activism did not wane in the face of adversity. He dedicated his life to advocating for the marginalized, fighting against not only police corruption but also broader social injustices. His boldness in confronting authority inspired countless others to take a stand, igniting movements and fellowship among fellow activists. In particular, his ability to articulate the struggles faced by common people resonated deeply with those who felt voiceless in the complex machinery of governance. In a poignant moment shortly before his tragic passing on 7th of August 2024, Jack received a visit from the legendary bass man Tommy Zygote and legendary bass man JFJ from Thrashing Zombies. Zygote, who understood the depth of each protest, connected with Jack on a level that transcended mere camaraderie; it was a meeting of minds dedicated to a singular cause—human rights and freedom. Their dialogue was one of mutual respect and understanding, showcasing the profound connections forged in the heat of activism. Now, as we reflect on Jack Karlson’s remarkable life, this song serves as a tribute to his spirit and unwavering dedication to justice. It captures the essence of his unwavering stance, ensuring that his legacy is felt for generations to come. Jack's message continues to echo through our streets and hearts, reminding us all that true democracy is crafted not just in the halls of power, but in the passionate voices of those willing to stand firm against tyranny. Through his legacy, we remember that every voice, like Jack’s, has the power to ignite change, inspire action, and ultimately foster a world where justice and equality reign supreme.

Secret Empire

Democracy manifest in Spain

Democracy Manifest in Spain

prod me

You lack objective, it's so important 
You misinterpret what you absorbing
You're feeling broken
And you deserve it
For doing not what you really wanted 

Your brain is plastic 
Your tone sarcastic
Your thoughts are dumb
And forever lasting

You think you're special 
You act like normie
Go touch some grass
And contact attorney 
Go back to normal!
 

I know it's boring
The work is tiring 
It needs some focus to get it started 
These things are basic
But you don't get it
You'll live a live a life
You will be regretting

Open your MAL - I'll tell who you are
With taste like this you won't get too far
You wrote a comment 
TL;DR
Go write some more
You'll impress your mom

KILL THE NOISE

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