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Weathered Hearts Back in sound cloud✨✨https://soundcloud.com/weatheredhearts 
Patchwork Heart(Weathered Hearts&Tot.）
Beat by Tot.masa
Words&vocals,final mix,masterd and lovely art work by Weathered Hearts
Thank U for listening from us three🙏🙏🙏

Lyrics:
I’m a pattern on a patchwork heart
What am I gonna do with my little part?
Cover up everything that’s dark?
Or shoot light outta my heart

Like a rainbow
Cut through the clouds
Like a rainbow

Do da do Do da do

Shuffling along inside my shoes
Walking on a different road than you

Do da do Do da do

I’m hoping we can find a thread to share

Seems to me we’re really quite the same
Really quite the same
We’re different patterns cut in different shapes

Ooo, are you?
Maybe not, maybe we are
The same thing, underneath this
Ooo, are you?
Maybe not, but what if we are
The same thing, underneath this?

Do you wanna make a patchwork heart?
We are only strong as the thread holding us together
Double seam on the things that we really need
To hold the light in our hearts

Like a rainbow

Cut through the clouds
Like a rainbow

Shoot out my heart
Like a rainbow

You’re in my heart
Like a rainbow

Stick together like a patchwork heart
And shine our light

Like a rainbow
It’s the colour of light

Stick together like a patchwork heart
And shine our light
Like a rainbow
It’s the colour of light

Like a rainbow
It’s the colour of light

Like a rainbow
It’s the colour of light

Patchwork Heart with Weathered Hearts

From Mud to Lotus: Composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

"... The cyclical nature of events leads to inevitable periods of obscurity (the immersion in the mud). The imperishable tradition makes it possible for humanity to emerge from them through hope, driven by unique symbols and messages of power, purity, and beauty (the blossoming of the lotus)."

From Mud to Lotus

*Best to listen w Headphones

Re-uploaded / finally have more space to upload my older stuff.

Info
Anomalocaris is an extinct genus of radiodont, an order of early-diverging stem-group arthropods. It lived during the Cambrian period and is best known from the type species A. canadensis, found in the Stephen Formation (particularly the Burgess Shale) of British Columbia, Canada. Anomalocaris was a large apex predator with a unique appearance, and swam the oceans using the rows of undulating overlapping lobes on the sides of its body.

more info
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anomalocaris


Original by LS/2020.

The Anomalocaris feat David Attenborough

You will find the clip on my YouTube channel.

QUANTUM CANTICLE

I started making this piece with the intention of it being a set of songs that could stand on their own as well as being an open collaboration, but then it took on a life of its own, and things just got out of hand from there, lol! 

But I still managed to control myself and didn’t add too many samples though, haha! 

I was listening to 1985 and 1986 hip hop singles when making this so….

You can download this for free as well as some of the unmixed stems on Bandcamp. The lyrics can also be found on Bandcamp since SC didn’t provide enough space in the song info. I reached my description limit!

Feel free to treat it as an open collaboration if you like. The song list, BPMs, and time signatures are listed below. 

I Like To Sample Old Drums Bandcamp Link: 
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Funny we are now moving to Portland. Bye, bye Hillsboro. I guess this is now a farewell song. 

Track Credits:

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

I Like To Sample Old Drums
Rap Attack: 112 BPM 4/4
Take The Max Down To Hillsboro: 189 BPM 4/4
Peach ’N Plum: 132 BPM 3/4
What, Would, When: 112 BPM 5/4
I Like To Sample Old Drums: N/A
This One Goes: 101 BPM 4/4
Bllll: 92 BPM 4/4
The Couch Can’t Help It: 87 BPM 4/4

Here are the lyrics just for: 

Rap Attack

I will
Put you in a tourniquet
Bleeding there’s no stopping it
Got a pimple 
I be popping it
Tripple nipple
Don’t be knocking it
I be chopping it off
Now blood is slopping  
I ain’t mopping 
You be dropping
When you slippin’ in it 
Finna sit and watch as I scoff
Maybe lickin’ ice cream soft serve, huh
What cha sayin’ I can only seem to catch ya gurgling brah
Nah, No one can hear you scream 
When you got a severe stream of
Foam bumbling, bubbling from your mouth, tumbling gravitationally south
Bro, i’m feeling bad for your health
See you reeling keeling over looking so sad 
had I know your noncongealinkg slow at healing
I might have
Not tried to put you in a tourniquet 
Tried to put you in a tourniquet
Tried to put you in a

I Like To Sample Old Drums

Bandcamp

Russell Sinfield and the Couch King -I Like To Sample Old Drums

Losing Art Bar

Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

(no genAI involved - my voice and VST instruments)
At 55 years old, I am a grandfather and am rediscovering the magic of a newborn baby. When we see this innocence and fragility, we retrieve in each of us that simple but wonderful thing that is humanity.
(traduit plus bas)
---
It's not another morning
Not anymore
So deep inside me
I'm only starting to understand
Like never before
  
When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
My baby I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising  

My love,my son
Born of your ancestors
Now you're the sun, I'm your universe
You'll find me always there

I never knew the silence
Could speak so loud
You breathe, I listen
The world now slows just to hear from you
And time itself bows down

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
Your smile becomes the meaning
And hope  is softly ringing
My baby, you reveal
These beautiful things
That you imagine

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
I'm dreaming
I'm healing
When living is so real
I see the meaning
The world's arising
----
Ce n'est pas un matin comme les autres
Plus maintenant
Au plus profond de moi
Je commence seulement à comprendre
Comme jamais auparavant
  
Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
Mon bébé, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Mon amour, mon fils
Né de tes ancêtres
Maintenant, tu es le soleil, je suis ton univers
Tu me trouveras toujours là

Je ne savais pas que le silence
Pouvait parler si fort
Tu respires, j'écoute
Le monde ralentit maintenant juste pour t'entendre
Et le temps lui-même s'incline

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît
 
Quand la vie est si réelle
Ton sourire devient le sens
Et l'espoir  sonne doucement
Mon bébé, tu révèles
Ces belles choses
Que tu imagines

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Quand la vie est si réelle
Je rêve
Je guéris
Quand la vie est si réelle
Je vois le sens
Le monde qui naît

When living is so real

NOVEMBER 3RD

cinematic cumbia 11.2.25

GENRES: Easy Listening | Electronic | Experimental

INSTRUMENTS: Keyboards | Synthesizers | Guitars | Vocals.

Born in São Paulo, Brazil, Evandro B. Lira, also known as “Vintage Mutation”, has been a musical explorer since he was nine years old, when he started his first music studies.
In 1990, he became a trombone player, participating in “jam session” meetings and joining with some gospels orchestras. In 1996 he began his studies in synthesizer keyboards, suffering the influence of the electric guitar since 1998, when he started composing his first songs.
Active researcher on the relationship between music and mysticism, revives his experiences since 2016, expanding his sounds from synthesizers and guitars, in order to rescue all the classic and “vintage” atmosphere, for consequent transmutation into contemporary tendencies.