Old Automation

Ain't Gonna Hurry Chill Pickle is a song about choosing to enjoy life rather than run in the rat race. Based on a true story. Get your chill on and enjoy!

Man said you better hurry up
He said, “it won’t last long!”
I laughed right off the top of my head
I didn’t care if he was right or wrong

Ima slow down
Take my time
Ain’t gonna be in no hurry
I’ll watch those clouds roll by and pretend
I ain’t got no worries

I don’t care how fast the world goes by
Or how fast time wants to fly
All we have is right here right now
Don’t want to let it slip by

Ima stroll down
Paddle out 
And cruise a few little peelers
I’ll let you run back in 
To that fast track
And all those wheeler dealers

Why you wanna run in a race for rats
Don’t make sense to me
Run yourself right of the edge
Then where will you be?
Runnin faster
Goin nowhere
Even faster than before
This crazy world made by men, crazy men
will never stop asking for more

I look up and the sky is blue
And the waves look clean
You know those life choices
Aint as complicated as we make it seem

To surf or not to surf
That is the question
To be noble in your surfer mind
And shirk all your responsibilities 
And go down into the ocean
And feel alive

So yeah Im gonna take my time
And just chill right here
And when I get done chillin out
Gonna have me an ice cold beer

In spite of all our best efforts
The world’s capricious and its fickle
All the more reason to hang out
And spark up a big chill pickle
And we can act like we just don’t have a care
And feel the wind blow back our hair
Even if its just for a while
And smile

Ain't Gonna Hurry Chill Pickle

Ain't Gonna Hurry Chill Pickle- Defiantbutterfly

Granados X Doall - Chicle Infinito

When I was improvising on the choir track "Blazhen Muzh" from Rachmaninoffs "All night vigil" this track came out. I called it Halleluja because the main vocal line in that choir piece is Halleluja.
I asked the one and only Jenny https://on.soundcloud.com/Kemf8 if my improvisation captures her imagination. She felt it expresses the following: Waking up in a room flooded with light. Light everywhere. Next to a loved one and the feeling of being infinitely grateful for this moment.
When I first put her vocals to the track I really had to cry with emotion.
I hope this little piece moves you too.
And Jenny, I want to thank you so, so much, for giving me and my little musical piece these feelings. I hope some day much more people will have the opportunity to listen to your voice.

Morning rises - feat. Jenny

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Self-Portrait (Alternate Mix)

fading away, was it really yours to take
you got me running away i’m just trying to be okay 
hand your chest in the back of ur cadillac 
catching my breath cause i know this just won’t last
why did you leave me alone here?
why did you let me go?
why am i so damn tired?
and why am i so damn cold?
you can’t complain because i’m not the one to blame
your secrets are kept, my darling they flew away
you’re the bad guy in this love story i read once 
you made me so damn tired
because you’re so damn cold
i need to let, let you go
i need to let, let you go


#indie #newartist #alexg #vocals #elenagilbert #tired #letugo #cold #SCFIRST

let u go - emma ferrier (prod. miercoles)

Gray

Hace unos días descubrí una carpeta con un montón de pistas de audio sin editar, hay muchos proyectos que Nicolás no pudo terminar y dejó a medias en mi pc. No estoy experimentada en el mundo de la producción pero quise terminar esto por él jaja, tal vez lo haga con el resto.

A Nicolás le gustaba ponerle un montón distorsión a su voz pero decidí no hacerlo a su manera porque así puede escucharse con más claridad lo linda que era su voz. Pero bueno, donde sea que estés, jódete puñetas @nicodeina te amo

Street Lights [cover by nicodeina]

Spores

***
Снова закидала листвой тень мелькающих дней
Мысли, словно вечный конвой отражаются в ней
Мне не сложно понять их нетлеющий смысл

Припев:
Свой усталый рассказ ветер снова начнёт
И из выцветших глаз неба
Снова льётся тоска и сквозь пальцы течёт
Всё, что было со мной
В небыль

Скоро обретёт всё покой только белая мгла
Скроет под своей сединой
Очертания зла и опять зазвучит
Не расслышанный мною когда то мотив

Припев:

*** (google translate)

Again threw leaves with the shadow of flickering days.
Thoughts, like an eternal convoy reflected in it
It's not hard for me to understand their non-smoldering meaning.

Chorus:
Your tired story the wind will start again
And from the faded eyes of the sky
Again the melancholy flow and through the fingers
All that was with me
In fiction

Soon only white gloom will find all peace
Hides under her gray hair
The outlines of evil and sounded again
The motive which I have not heard

Chorus:

Street Lights [cover by nicodeina]

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