Super funky dope, vibe is dope and that Yokozuna line is top notch!

Fuck The Charts

Fear is just another word
For hide behind the mask
All this things that sould be done
But we afraid to ask
Looking back I realize
There some more that meets the eyes
Looking back I realized lies

Here we are, playing game
Madness is the name
Remember times when we were stronger
And all this fortune and fame
Knocking on the empty door
Search for truth, nothing more
Haven't found what was looking for

This is not the path we choose
No revert, No excuse
It happens when you blindly follow
All these dreams of tomorrow
Is it true, is it real?
Cannot tell, cannot feel
This is not the path we choose
No revert, No excuse

See it, feel it
Holding in arms
Never let go
Forget fears and harms

This is not the path we choose
No revert, No excuse
It happens when you blindly follow
All these dreams of tomorrow
Is it true, is it real?
Cannot tell, cannot feel
This is not the path we choose
No revert, No excuse

This Is Not The Path We Choose

Rails to tomorrow

opening my travel bag
a book of hundreds notes
I left the wooden floor 
alone in my room 

opening the shutters
minor chords and cut of beats
went to all doors 
over the institutions floor

I lost my way 
in a dark spring fog
with goodbye tears
I took a seat

and we talked about
all fears and darkness
with a new map 
I started again

a drink with friends
a date at the river
a kiss at night
wishes and disappointments

on TV-screen 
and LED
I took the train
for a two hour ride

a cave to hide
when she said goodbye
the rhythm was still 
there in my heart

six people on a field
a horse in the woods
a dance in the dunes 
the luck to have you

applause and congrats
a film nobody sees
with the steering wheel
through weeks of bad sleep

I really don't know
if it was right or wrong 
 all can I say
it came from my heart
and now I'm here 
in front of the mic
a warm light 
falls through the window

I shouldn't fear 
the coming things 
the good or bad 
the bright or dark

I can‘t ask this train to stop, stop
I can‘t ask this train to stop, stop

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48 Bars for 48 Years
Beat production - Uncle Ace Ha / @ace-ha
Vocals - Fat Pockets / @fatpockets

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.

This is a Mega Royal production! Don't Sleep!!!

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Composed, arranged, Performed & Produced by Liam Boyle

Down At The Farm

Another track from my new album "Was This Written"

Join me in the comfort of this candle light
That flickers like the stars
The stars
Trust in what you’re feeling and I'll
Take away those everlasting scars
Those scars
Hold my hand a little tighter tonight
My heart has never ventured out this far
This far

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly

Let's stay above the clouds a while
Forget the world below
Below
We'll let the wind force the tears from our eyes as we
Set our site upon magic worlds unknown
Unknown

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly
I never believed I could really sing
Until I met you
You bring this bird to life
And the sky is ours tonight

So we'll let the wind force the tears from our eyes
And set our site upon magic worlds unknown
Unknown

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly
I never believed I could really sing
Until I met you
You bring this bird to life
And the sky is ours tonight

Wings

A song I wrote and recorded.

Working hard is what I do, And I got to pay a bill or two
See I got a home and a family
These two hands earn daily bread, so I can keep my children fed
Now there’s  something I just want to say.

I eat my lunch with dirty hands, I aint ashamed of what I am
Got a blue collar round my neck, I break my back for my paycheck
I don’t have money to gills, but I got skills that pay the bills
I hope you understand, I eat my lunch with dirty hands

I don’t get young folks these days, seems to me they’ve lost their way
I hate to sound like an old man with his rants
But I like to wear pants that fit, so when im working they don’t split
See my daddy didn’t raise his boys to wear their mommas pants.

I eat my lunch with dirty hands,I aint afraid to work the land
Toting hay and plowing ground, I work until the sun goes down
If you go to a booth to get a tan, or drive a truck made in japan
Then you wont understand, I eat my lunch with dirty hands

I don’t drive no limousine, save that for the beauty queen
Give me a 4x4 or two or three
I don’t have no  fancy yacht, but I’m sure thankful for what I got
A man needs a home and country where he can be free

I eat my lunch with dirty hands, cause im a blue collar man
Im always haulin or a choppin wood, I bust my knuckles underneath the hood
I don’t mind working in the rain, where there’s no pain there is no gain
I know you understand, yall eat your lunch with dirty hands

Blue Collar Man (I Eat My Lunch With Dirty Hands)

https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/navigating-the-surface

Navigating the Surface

Telegraph Dreamer (Album Version)

Belial Pelegrim & COtu - Telegraph Dreamer (Album Version)

Composed&performed&produced by Mario Lončarić

A little bit of acid

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Monolith

In a moment of reality I see no mercy from the present.
We are all subject to the status quo.
Wondering when this will end no one really knows.
Wear your mask into your new normal and bask in the corona glow.

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