Weaving
By Eric Banford
February 2023 using CGCFCE tuning

Weaving
Culture
A basket
Built to hold us

(pre chorus)
What do you hold on to?
What do you let go?
What do you remember
from days of old?
What do we want?
What do we need?
What will help
us to heal?

(chorus)
Will the basket hold?
We're all so alone
We crave in our bones
To be held / To be whole
To be held / To be whole

Giving
Everything
All of our gifts
Connect community

pre chorus
chorus
end

Weaving

Godsend

Here's a new one. I was trying to make this one sound like a interstellar voyage that somehow veers into 4D space. Not sure if I entirely nailed that or even what it means really. I purposely kept the vocal samples to a minimum as I wanted it to focus on sterile, machine-like qualities. I am pleased with the bass at the end and how it sounds like earth moving equipment. 85 BPM.

Deep Space Tesseract

Unreleased - “I Need You” (The Kid Laroi & Don Toliver)

Track List
1. Linn viib kaasa	A-Rühm	04:04
2. üksinda (feat. Karl Killing)	villemdrillem	02:38
3. kallab (feat. Elina Born)	5MIINUST & nublu	02:49
5. Duubel5-V2.Mp3	nublu	02:25
6. kannatust	villemdrillem	02:58
7. Panama Paberid	Reket	02:42
8. Ära Ärata	nublu	03:00
9. Sama Kuumad	Pearu Paulus ft. A-Rühm	04:16
10. Qldne Aeg	Boipepperoni & EiK 2509	04:44
11. kinnisilmi	villemdrillem	03:46
12. Trammipark!!	nublu	02:33
13. hoia end (feat. villemdrillem)	Karl Killing	02:44
14. Kesköödisko	Clicherik & Mäx & TRAFFIC	03:22
15. Leekiv armastus	villemdrillem	02:35
16. Heikki???	nublu	02:23
17. Kõrvetab (feat. Nexus)	5MIINUST & nublu	04:21
18. Mõtled mu peale	Clicherik & Mäx	03:09
19.( nendest) narkootikumidest ei tea me (küll) midagi	5MIINUST & Puuluup	02:48
20. Südasuveranda (feat. AG)	Renate	02:57
21. Vox Populi	Mikael Gabriel & nublu	02:53

Eesti Hip - Hop Pidu 2024

One day you wake up. You are in the greatest city in the world, The City of Angels, Los Angeles. You look out the window. The view from your bedroom window in Pacoima is spectacular. You can see the northern edge of the San Gabriel mountain range. They look down on San Fernando valley like a fearless Titan, semi-jagged and snowcapped. They keep watch over the smoldering valley, with it's crowded humans and their relentless noise and chaos, with steadfast indifference. You think about the range of mountains. Further south, in Pasadena, the San Gabriels are weathered to rounded peaks by millenniums of salt water erosion. What they lack in high jagged peaks they more than make for in shear size and proximity. Like Jupiter sagging on the horizon, they are a claustrophobic waning boulder in the sky. They watch over the southern basin of LA like a Viking god, prepared to strike...to roll...but they contain ultimate patience. From time to time their patience grows weary, and deep beneath the surface, enormous plates...tectonic plates, that of which the land on earth is shaped, shift restlessly among themselves. 
You think about a little town, a couple hundred miles northeast from your location, it's called Lone Pine. Lone Pine sits on the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada mountain range, elevation about 5K ft. The Sierra Nevadas push skyward, as if reaching for the heavens. They proudly boast the highest peaks in the continental U.S. They fear nothing. When the tectonic plates of the more western mountains stir, The High Sierras push back violently, like a school yard bully. 
Your glad the mountains are not angry today. Even though your view is incredible, your apartment building in Pacoima is close enough, if not sitting directly on top of, the San Andreas fault line.
You push your head up and look at the sky. A strong El Niño offshore wind pattern has pushed the sludge from the sky further inland, and it beams a brilliant blue. Not a cloud to be seen. The now peaceful sky leaves you awestruck, providing a backdrop to the mountains. Today. The El Nino are powerful and unpredictable. Offshore...meaning the wind direction is onshore...sometimes the vengeful winds carry enough moisture to flood the entire greater Los Angeles basin with a foot of rain. Or more. 

There's a feeling you get when you look to the west. Unfortunately, your window faces east. You leave your apartment, and walk around the concrete and iron walkway that lines the inner edges of the building. Directly opposite your apartment is your Aunts place. The door is open, you go in and say hello. She asks you why you weren't at church. You apologize, and she gives you a glass of home-made ice tea. You tell her you've been looking at the mountains again. She says that God, in all his glory, created all of that beautiful majesty. You agree, but give a barely perceptual nod of your shoulders. You ask her if you could have a look out her bedroom window. She never says no. The two of you then go and look out her window, now you are looking west. In the distance, across the wide valley, is the Santa Monica mountain range. The smallest in stature of the three ranges, it is mighty in its deeds. It holds within the precious mountain passes...narrow winding paths, the gateways to the ocean. But it burns. Wildfires. You must have woke up late. Oh yeah, you remember...it was a long night. The bold brave Sun, a few hours earlier high in the sky, is now preparing to make its final descent over the mountains, then drop like a flaming ball over the mighty Pacific. As it fades from the sky it affords you a breathtaking sunset view. God? Maybe.

Voices In Our Head

Ana Soeiro sobre o Concurso de Doces Conventuais

Whipping the 
Whipping the Benz,
Fucked off of the meds,
I just smoked a whole pound,
Just got out of the pen,
I been cruising around,
Chilling with all of my friends,
We just tryna get drunk,
We just tryna make ends,
Stay sipping liquor, illiterate bitches linger, literally bout to hit her, finger gripping the trigger,
Cops tryna find a suspect, it’s Stunna like no figure,
Bitches go and tattle, they sour, they so bitter,
Y’all stink more than the stuff that’s in my shitter,
What the fuck am I even rapping bout,
I’m drunk as fuck, 
Homeless on side of the the road,
Sleeping with the mattress out,
Acting out results in getting packed and smoked,
Fuck this shit I’m too drunk for this go suck my dick,




Running up and down the block like a paper boy
You get the Glock if you tryna get my paper, boy
Fuck commotion I be loading my clip
Wonder where ya bitch went, she be blowing my dick (uh)
It’s a motherfucking sight to see whatever happened to these rappers tryna fight with me
(Uh) I ain’t no rat, but I like my cheese
This Draco small motherfucker, but it bite like fleas
The streets calling my name, I can’t never run away, but fuck that, I’m here to stay
Whenever folks hear my gang they pray
We like graffiti artists how we let that thang spray

YUNG COKE STUNNAS - WE DRUNK AS FUCK -  Yung Stunna Mane x Yungc0kehe4d

prod idk
2020
Couldnt find it on SC or anything only on bandcamp so why not post it here-
LOSER ft. Capoxxo
by exitscheme js without exitscheme

Capoxxo - LOSER (deleted song+extended)

This music reflects my personal journey as a husband, dad, Earth healer, and human deeply passionate about connecting our past, present and hopeful future. These songs hopefully touch a vein from the collective unconscious, bringing to light words and emotions that each of us knows, yet many have forgotten.

Weaving

eCoArise

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