EMBRACE ME FROM DEEP INSIDE

Once I wrote a description here !!!

Ok let's say I started adding layers to the great music https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 sent to me.

Letra (translated lyrics below)

Se arrastró bajo los muros,
llorando.
Se filtró por las ranuras,
buscándome.
Y miró entre las fisuras,
deseando:
mucho claro, nada oscuro,
llamándome…
 
Mas el centinela mágico
de quijadas relucientes,
descarnado por los dientes
de mil y un gusanos cárnicos,
por la acción más degenérica
de venenos de odio y muerte,
este ser, cerebro inerte,
la detuvo, niña histérica…
 
Pero huyó,
vio sentada su promesa de llamarme.
Y escapó,
Vio prendido su deseo de amarme.
Sensación
de saber que era la presa, fuego y carne,
y en la intensa luz de vida vino a hallarme;
y me encontró.
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She crawled under the walls,
crying.
She filtered through the grooves,
searching for me.
And she looked inside the fissures,
wishing:
much clarity, no darkness,
calling me…

But the magic sentry
of shining jawbones,
eaten to the bone by the teeth
of thousand and one meat worms,
For the most degenerated action
of poisons of hatred and death,
this being, inert brain,
detained her, hysterical girl …

But she fled,
found assured her promise of calling me.
And she escaped,
found on fire her willing to love me.
Sensation
of knowing that she was the prey, fire and flesh,
and in the intense light of life she came to find me;
and she did.

Ella huyó - She fled (with ProgRockDan1)

Pas vraiment une chanson d'amour, peut-être un peu le contraire. On croit que c'est pour toujours mais les sentiments s'estompent. Dans un couple l'un y croit parfois plus que l'autre.

On S'aime

Gotta Get Up!

(Verse 1)
Alarm screaming—-city dreaming—a new chapter unfolds
Sun peeking—-in my window—the concrete jungle glows
Eyes heavy—mind hazy—- the grind doesn’t sleeps
Coffee steaming—thoughts scheming—gotta conquer these streets
Shower spray—wash the haze—feel the water sting
Hustle fuel—pay my dues—ain't got time to sing

(Chorus)
Gotta get up, gotta get out, chase the paper, chase the clout
Stacking—dreams, lemme break it down—-every second counts
Gotta push, gotta move————ain't got ——-no time to lose
Sun's up--city's up--gotta get up—— got—- to much shit —to do

(Verse 2)
Concrete canvas—-spray paint anthems——gotta keep it real
Flow so cold—-hearts unfold——words that cut like steel
Subway rush——city bus—-rhymes ignite and spark
My paint brush——tells a story——graffiti in the dark
Meetings—deadlines——paper piles——climbing up-the ladder
through the fog——dog eat dog——it’s loyalty that matters
Family call——hear 'em all———-voices in my head
Keep on rapping——-keep on tapping——keep that fire fed

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Empire—dreams—-concrete schemes—-building from the ground
Every beat———-every street———there’s legends to be found
Rise above——-peace and love——-spirit’s —taking flight
Break the mold——-that’s the goal——to —-let the soul ignite

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

(Outro)
gotta get up——gotta get up—-ain't no stopping—-this here flow
Like a symphony—-in harmony———-the—-story grow
Every rhyme—every dime———-echoes through this jungle 
Gotta get up, gotta get up———to—-do the daily hustle

Gotta Get Up

The 16th EP of "past is the verse

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/track/1rpku0fIqrleFOZkusq9Ec?si=d0ebedc30d1543d5

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/swinging-single/1745278732

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0D3LDJKQX?marketplaceId=A1VC38T7YXB528&musicTerritory=JP&ref=dm_sh_HTWcOZpJgSZYfQsS65gxpcJhw

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/swinging

Swinging

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This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

Empty World by Jim Manser
mixed and produced by Russ sinfield 
taken from the forth-coming album Tales of generation x
2024
watch the music video on youtube
https://youtu.be/OeSaLV4wVV0?si=K_dXQc2Jhe2sBY3F

empty world

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Empty World [watch the video on you-tube]

EACH LEVEL DEEPER feat. IPG1 & Paploviante
Vocals and Verses: IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/each-level-deeper-vox-08-bpm
Backing Track: 
Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/olympics-2024
Lillithe: adding Trumpet, Special effects, Synths, Beat and
             Production

Each Level Deeper feat. IPG1 & Paploviante

My version of an old style murder spree song.
From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Blowing in
With the desert wind
A 24-hour convenience store
A 24-hour convenience store
With a ding as you open the door
C'mon , get on the floor
You Cashier! Get your hands up
I hear the ice falling in the cup
By the soda machine
Cashier! Unlock that safe
If you know what I mean
24-hour convenience store

When I go outside
I breathe in
That hot desert air
Let's all head out the door
Let's breathe it in
That hot desert air
Hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Cause they don't care

" I hear static in my head,"
I said
With a chemically inbalanced murmur
I kill with an evangelistic fervor
I put those bodies in the dumpster
I'm gonna breathe in that hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Because they don't care
Hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Hot desert air...

24 Hour Convenience Store

SUNDOWN

Det är Nina som tar ton. 1741 ( 1994 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

Imbibe With Me

Why entropy? Entropy is a measure of disorder and there are always more messy than tidy variations. Entropy is chaos. In art, we strive to bring order and symmetry and thus create an aesthetic beauty that the universe would never create by itself. So, out of the sea of ​​random combinations, the artist must create something meaningful. An artist always tries to bring order to chaos.

Entropy (For more than one guitar)

Music: Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli
Instrumental composition, piano: Yann Kiferhttps://soundcloud.com/annkifer
Vocal and vocal composition, photo: Oddrun Eikli
Mix: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë (The first verse of the poem: Come, walk with me)

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men 

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Come,Walk With Me. Poem: Emily Jane Brontë. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli

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Deep Cuts -with AnandaTuk

Blomster

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
La la la la la 
La la la la la
You ran home with your birds
La la la la la

Summertime, summertime
There is a question in the wind
Bright, white light
pressing your head to the ground
It´s hard to face such clarity
and not fall apart

You are a shapeshifter now
You are a shapeshifter now
Shapechanger now
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Summertime, summertime
There is a question in the wind
Bright, white light
pressing your head to the ground
It´s hard to face such clarity
and not fall

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute

La la la la la 
La la la la la
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute
And that wasn´t cute
And that wasn´t cute

Blomster

In The Times Of Yangquin

Inside Me / an open invitation for a collab 
from Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
Vocal and Lyrics Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/inside-me-vocals-96-bpm
Paploviante: Bass, Music, mix and mastering

Inside Me - IPG1 & Paploviante

Another previously unheard track from 4 years ago. Still in the doldrums here. Sorry for not listening to all your fine music folks.

Two sides of the same coin. A song of two halves,night and day.

I love the end of the day
When the blue sky darkens
And the light fades away
The sky recedes 
And the colour grows thin
The world opens up
To let the universe in

Sharp edges soften
Become almost blurred
Darkness is birthing
A whole different world

Night and Day

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