so tasty. Maybe I'm hungry but that's the word comes to mind lol

Outrider

Voicemail

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Slow Motion

It's about the feeling of emptiness from our use of social media. The digital delirium that affect every life. A way to say "fuck it" to the obligation to act like someone else on the internet. So many people establish rules to follow, and they would say to you the best way to do it to be "successful". There are the extension of the identity war which exist since the their steps of pop music. In my music, in the lyrics, the invincible king (algorithm) pray you to share...

Lyrics :

Everyone does anything to
Get attention
No failing pictures on my feed
I’m watching
I’m feeling bad and so empty
I don’t know what to post today
I’m cheating, smiling, feigning bliss
What’s matters is my daily face

Don’t be so shy cause everyone
Wants to see
Your life for seconds
and sexy reels
Get erections
I’m feeling bad and so empty
I don’t know what to post today
I’m cheating, smiling, feigning bliss
What’s matters is my daily face

Why you‘re so troubled
Show me your lips
Please do you best
Moving your lips 
Connect yourself into the War
Made by the youngest child on earth / on the earth
I never feel sick, satisfied
Intoxicate me with your trips
I need you love
I need your love

Wartags

Outsiders

Now I'm a noble vintage wine,
but to be fair, the decades have been fairly kind and
I have still the charm to wear
my elegant ensemble of cotton and a smirk.

But every day's another song,
and every song's another day alive.

I've flatted fives and I have counted all my quarters twice…

And cursed the skin-deep days behind.
While I sing foolish wishes to the wind.

Sweating blithely while I
laid my eyes on lines of type
falling from myself like they
hadn't done in quite some time

and the vaguest notion of some changes
I couldn't yet identify.

Furiously scribing
in a daze of rooibos cups
while I split hairs between extremes of
far too strong and simply not enough -

intoxicated on a cocktail
of prairie fire wine.

Said: "Believe me, babe, I ain't some broken tragedy.
Everything you hear is what I have to show for doing me."

And watched the leaves outside my window.
While I sing foolish wishes to the wind.

You think you've heard them all,
well, there are plenty more in store.
Perhaps I'll be so fortunate to live a thousand more.

Six o'clock the supermarket crowd
is full of lonely sinners
buying shrink-wrapped single servings of
their hearty family dinners,

pulling down tobacco caps
to mask their weathered gazes of despair.

Staring at the floor,
they queue behind me,
sneaking glimpses of the tabloid rags
and impulse buys that line the aisle -

anything to keep their minds off of
the drudgery that saturates their lives.

And taking my tomato paste and rice,
I walk smiling towards the day's remaining natural light…

To spin another number
And play it to the ether
And watch it disappear again.
While I sing foolish wishes to the wind.

Arabian Nights

Some Girl

It's Not That Easy

This Thing Called Love

Panic! Panic!

Vic Chesnutt "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" (Bob Dylan cover)- Urania, Vienna, Austria, 10-19-08

Singer-songwriter Emma Guzman, known cat enthusiast, rumored star child and compelled by unknown forces, has always felt the need to express herself through music. Choosing to spend her time humming melodies and frantically scribbling lyrics in various notebooks and on random scraps of paper, she has quietly amassed a substantial collection of songs. Described by the Detroit Metro Times as a "song writing prodigy" and one of their top 15 artists to watch in 2016.

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