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01 - Teeth

David Anderson responds to an S.O.S while on a patrol. Isolated from any reinforcments, Anderson proceeds carefully. The S.O.S takes them to a science facility. Inside the facility Anderson and his crew discover a hidden underground complex. Upon entering they are attacked by mercenaries. The scientists are dead and all evidence suggests that someone on the inside is to blame. One of the mercenaries manage to set off a bomb, Anderson and his crew barely escapes with their lives.

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Experience the emotional journey of 'Urge For Tears', a powerful rock ballad that delves into the depths of human emotion. With soulful vocals by Anton Premec, backed by Kristina Jelić's harmonies, and featuring a mesmerizing electric guitar solo by Uroš Mohorič, this song captures the essence of shared pain and unspoken struggles. Blaž Pavšič's expert production brings every nuance to life, creating a musical experience that resonates with the darker moments we all face. Let the evocative lyrics and captivating instrumentation take you on a journey through the urge for tears.


vocal: Anton Premec
backing vocals: Kristina Jelić
solo guitar: Uroš Mohorič
acoustic guitar and drums: Blaž Pavšič

Producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Urge for tears

Lyrics by Pierrot B.
Music by Alexander A.(Guitar, Mainvocals), Alina D. (Guitar, Backvocals), Pierrot B.(Bass, Mainvocals)and Erik M.(Drums, Backvocals)

Produced by Lex Malone

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been drinking, all night long,
Look for answers, what went wrong.
There was an old man who sat right next to me,
He haven't said a word, it was the perfect company, and I thought,

[Pre-Chorus 1]
One more drink, okay, it's the last,
But I still haven't found the answers on the bottom of my glass!

[Chorus 1]
Sleepless nights, and empty dreams,
Forgotten heroes, and painful memories,
Burned flowers, pretended self-esteem,
The madness I call my life!

[Verse 2]
In the morning, I open my eyes,
Still confused and paralyzed,
I can't remember, it's like a disease,
To remind just one little piece of my memories.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I've seen a lot of fights, and women in my bed,
But the reason to get up in the morning I still haven't found yet!

[Chorus 2]
I am calling but no one seems to hear,
The demons in my head, they won't disappear,
Like an outcast of an island full of pain,
The uncertainty between sane and insane!

[Bridge]
Shallow water, a fragile heart,
Painful awakenings, a life full of doubt,
You broke my heart, and stole my smile,
Raped my soul, and taught me to cry!

[Chorus 3]
I am falling, but never hit the ground,
The mess where I'm in, I only want out,
All these rejections, but I don't give a shit,
'Cause life goes on, and on, and on!

Melankoholic

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

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Seat Belt

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

I decided to get catty about some philosophers.
This was the result, with the help of a few Twitter conversations.

my main website:
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itch.io page:
http://exedexes1.itch.io

Lyrics:
some say
that as far as language and culture go
internal systemic patterns rule
but I haven't really come to find
this conclusion all that cool

Camus said if the world were clear
art would not exist
Did he write that when he was sober
Or after getting really pissed

People see what they want to see
I'm more into shaping my own reality

What forms a bright personality
Is intelligence and cordiality


There are some conceptual nodes
That it is a mistake to connect
And so it's time to be reflecting 
That what we do is to interpret a thing
And warp it around our intellect

All of this pattern matching taken to excess
Results in a hyperlexic mess 
It feels like just belletristic overfitting
A bunch of overcomplicated knitting
Storytelling confused for a predictive process

The real onion here is deciding
Which connections to disregard
For some to me have only about
The appeal of a tub of lard

Some philosophers are Fools competing to
construct a board game
with the most Byzantine rules
But as their theories gather mold
The people who were sold on them
Will sometimes find some jewels

though on examination appearing useless
these things are not non-fungible

The most trivial of trivialities
masquerading as a framework
and that was when i suspected
that they were rather a bunch of jerks

perhaps it's sufficient to be
inspired by the semi-hucksters work
which in places is somewhat overrated
and here and there solutions lurk
which make them vindicated

Freud proved psychosomatics exist
And Chomsky helped out parsers
Foucalt's model of power structures
Is great for spotting farceurs
Derrida examined lived experience
But deconstruction was a miss

They might be accused of
schizophrenic pattern matching
for things that are not really there
but what they actually did was
to make their theories accommodative
fundamentally to get anywhere

They built these edifices out of
A significant chunk of the noticeable
And while I'll grant you that it's not falsifiable
The product might not be that reliable

The lesson of successful intellectual slatterns
is that if enough people agree with your patterns
the mimetic value capture alone is worth it

I just refuse to be mollycoddled
by all this abstruse twaddle
about various mental models

But the manner of their braying
Is really just bewraying  
for the edification of of me and you
that this is necessary for the functioning 
of the social infrastructure
which is just a nice way of saying
that even the clods require their due

Complexity, sensitivity, political import
There are times when i could give less of a bucksnort
But my bias here is showing
For I cannot possibly be all-knowing

Like a stochastic parrot yet a fleshy one
They're sentient but non-useful to some
And a perusal of their semantic fantasia
reveals they sometimes as well have had Wernicke's aphasia

In their defense, absolute clarity is boring
You can't dodge the theorypill they said
Protest as you may
but intellectual whoring by spewing opaqueness
creates a daunting malaise of fakeness
which kind of ruins my day

319: Word Salad released July 20, 2024

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Word Salad

Cantucky - Robert Grigg & Combstead

It's a long road to the Emerald fjord.
I’m in a hurry to reach the shore.

My mind is focused on the odometer
2000 miles,
It's worth the effort.

In my homeland, nothing holds me.
It's a real mess, there's nothing left.
I feel sorry for those who stay
But I go on, I follow my way.

It's a long road to the Emerald fjord.
I’m in a hurry to reach the shore.

My mind is focused. I need to drive more.
2000 miles,
It's worth the effort.

I remember, before the war, 
Those pretty Sundays spent together.
Now it's over. There's nothing more. 
I need to drive to the Emerald Fjord.

2000 miles, 
It's worth the effort.

2000 Miles

Not only do the sticks and stones hurt, turns out "Words" hurt too.
Is the last thing you say, something you want them to remember you by? 
Blessings to all!

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Words

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Word Salad

Doug Stoothoff