🌈 No need for guns, no need to fight 🌈

＊This work is made by overdubbing my guitar playing (mainly chord work) to winkandwoo and The Turtle Project(TTP) 's work "Hold The Line".Thanks to Winkandwoo and TTP for accepting my proposal.

★Key＝F
Lyrics and chord progression for this song:click below ↓
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jN2Q-y5isk2e0teErReV9RT94qiYEzLH/view?usp=sharing

 The reason why I worked on this work this time is because I want to sing and play with everyone.Therefore, I prepared a simple sheet music with lyrics and chords. There is a link above.

This work is probably one of the "protest songs". If I were to compare it to John Lennon's work, I think it would be "Give Peace A Chance." Yes, there are gems that confront discrimination, oppression, and prejudice, denounce injustice, and sing against war, and this is one of them. And not just to protest, but to sing together to "express your determination, clarify your way of life, question society, and lead to reform".

When winkandwoo released this work, I thought he was a great vocalist, singing a lot of important things and weights in the lyrics of "No need for guns, no need to fight".

And now many lament: "Ukraine is my country. Russia is my country. The country is killing my country." Hundreds of thousands of people have been forced from their homes, saying most people crossing the border from Russia don't want to kill people and don't want to serve this government. There is a movement to stigmatize this movement by branding it as a "traitor" and to use public power to contain it. I think protest songs play an active role here. Their lives and livelihoods are with us.

I hope that this song will help mankind break away from the "gun society" where mass shootings occur frequently, and that it will help all those who refuse military service in Russia. And I hope that this song will help unite Russian citizens against the invasion of Ukraine by Russian troops and all citizens who support the Russian Revolutionary Movement.
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【Palm Muting】Also, for those who are practicing guitar, I think that this work will be a teaching material for effectively playing scales using open strings while playing low chords. This time I'm playing Palm Muting all the way through. Below are some video examples that may help you. I searched on youtube. Use this technique to sing while playing the guitar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTEu0D4UtKg&t=243s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yTxf3vHYEM&t=496s

1)
Dm,Dm,B♭,B♭
F,F,C,C
2)
Am,Am,Dm,Dm
B♭,B♭,F,C
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In the 16 bars starting from Am above, there are three short guitar improvisations. I recorded each one as if it was played by a different type of guitar player. I would like you to listen to that part as well :)

Lyrics and chord progression for this song:click below ↓
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jN2Q-y5isk2e0teErReV9RT94qiYEzLH/view?usp=sharing

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winkandwoo  ---- Hold The Line - The Turtle Project (wink's karaoke mix)
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/hold-the-line-the-turtle-project-winks-karaoke-mix
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THE TURTLE PROJECT ... https://soundcloud.com/turtle-project/hold-the-line
Wrtten arranged and produced by The Turtle Project.
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Charts: New & hot https://soundcloud.com/discover/sets/charts-trending:rock:jp
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Plastic Ono Band - Give Peace A Chance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftE8vr0WNus

winkandwoo - Hold The Line - The Turtle Project ft.JUNZO on electric guitar

winkandwoo - Hold The Line - The Turtle Project ft.JUNZO on electric guitars

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suite 5

Holy F*cking Hell is an anthem for the binary times we live in — where we’re only allowed to be red or blue.

It was written at the height of the pandemic, in the middle of a ridiculous war between left and right, as a form of satire aimed at those who, overnight, took to the streets to defend their favorite politicians like beloved pets.

How hard it is to have a different opinion...


Holy F*cking Hell

It’s tough being Latin, straight-faced and broke,
No cash in the bank, just the weight of the yoke.
They see the beard, think I’m red to the core,
But when they ask why, I just show them the door —

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain why I’m poor with an iPhone,
While some ride in limos to buy fast food alone.
Hard to explain all the hate and the fear —
When sooner or later, we all end up here:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain all the racism.
Hard to explain this damn system.
Hard to explain the consumer's chain,
Hard to say I don’t think the same.

It’s hard to explain why it almost makes sense —
Chase money for life, die broke on a bench.
Sell your soul just to fit the scene,
Play nice and clean,
Be silent and tame,
So you get to complain...

It’s hard to explain that my joy ain’t your pain,
And your life won't change if you let others remain.
Just accept there's more ways, more minds, more views —
And deal with the folks who don’t live like you.

Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

+++++++++++++++++++++PORTUGUES

Puta que Pariu é um hino aos tempos binários que vivemos, onde só podemos ser vermelho ou azul. Escrita no auge da pandemia e no ápice da guerra imbecil entre destros e canhotos, como forma de escárnio aos que, do dia para noite, começaram a ir para as ruas defender seus politicos de estimação. Como é dificil ter outra opinião....


Puta que Pariu
Difícil é por ser latino americano e careta.
Sem um puto no banco, empapuçado de marreta.
Não é por ser barbudo que eu viro comunista.
Difícil é explicar já mando logo para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil é explicar porque sou pobre e tenho i-phone.
Ou quem vai de limusine no dogão pra matar a fome.
Difícil é explicar porque a discriminação.
Se em mais ou menos tempo vamos todos para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil explicar o racismo.
Difícil explicar a opressão.
Difícil explicar o que o consumismo.
Difícil é dizer que eu tenho outra opinião.
Difícil é explicar que isso tudo faz sentido.
Viver atrás de grana pra depois morrer mendigo.
Vende a vida por grana.
Pra querer ser bacana.
Recatado e do lar.
Pra poder criticar.
Difícil é explicar que o meu bem não é seu mal.
E que nada em sua vida deixará de ser igual.
Se você aceitar opções e opiniões.
Se você aprender a lidar com quem mora na terra.
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 


Holy F*cking Hell (Puta que Pariu)

it's hot

made with casio and zoom h1 and NCH 
mosquito Photo by Yogesh Pedamkar on Unsplash

it does take a lot of annoying mosquitoes to feed all the frogs at the swamp

Roland Effektgeräte-Test1 (sweet dreams, honey)

Cyclic X (2025)

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building
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lyrics: fictionalive
music: mobygratis
written, produced, licensed, and provided
by mobygratis
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coVer ArT fictionalive DYI, wall shot 01.001.02
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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Wednesday, August 6th, 2025
05:50 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today, not so so much so
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// keep shining, crazy little diamond

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What's it all about..
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"Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building"

This title, poised on the cusp of irony and indictment, addresses its subject with the stylish precision of a rapier’s point. It evokes not a dusty treatise, but an invitation—a salon, a stage, a chamber in which the ghosts of history pace the parquet floors still.

First, observe the flourish: “Colonial Powers,” those familiar colossi, are not consigned to the tomb of history but linger on, uncannily present. The subtitle—“The Legacy That Never Left The Building”—is, for the feuilletonist, a masterstroke of sardonic wit. It both plays on the pop idiom (“Elvis has left the building”) and subverts it; here, the ‘star’ of colonialism remains stubbornly present, lingering in the architecture, policy, and psyche of postcolonial spaces.

A featherlight sarcasm hovers above the phrase, the kind that—with a knowing wink—invites the reader into a tacit complicity: of course the legacy never departed; did we ever truly believe otherwise? The construction conjures irony, a chief weapon of the feuilleton, and implies a skepticism learned by long acquaintance with the tricks of history and the repetition of power.

In the grand tradition of feuilleton writing, the title itself is both diagnosis and epigram. It distills a complex and ongoing wound—economic, cultural, and psychological—into a phrase brisk enough for any café table debate, yet sharp enough to lacerate complacency. The cadence, with its comma and deft repetition, creates a rhythm of announcement followed by wry afterthought: here is the topic, here is the verdict, subtle as a raised eyebrow.

Stylistically, it profits from the feuilleton’s hybrid nature: journalistic immediacy (this is happening now, everywhere); literary artistry (the phrase hits with double entendre); societal critique delivered with a velvet touch. It would not be misplaced, one suspects, at the bottom of a Sunday paper’s cultural page—nestled among witty rebukes, conversations with old Europe, portraits of vanished grandeur, and exposes of lingering injustice.

In sum: the title stands as a crisp, satirical banner—lucid, layered, and perfectly feuilleton. It raises its subject not with ponderous solemnity, but with the bracing, intimate skepticism that is the feuilleton’s signature. On guard, indeed: the building is filled with echoes, and this title leaves no doubt that someone—or something—has stayed behind.

Plaintext and ready for instant release, Captain!

Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building

This poem is to honour a really cool compare by this fabulous  artist:
Check out Plague Clock on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/yoJnKNg2ASuCmvWKct
Thanks so much 🙌🏽🎶

The Comus Clock

Comus the plaque
Trophy like clock
We're taking it back
Music shared like it was
Human to human
Ear for ear
Nostalgia be proving
No future to fear

Fabulous folk
Impressionist norm
New from the old
Falsetto of sun
If one cell of me
Creates notes like this
Kids be happy
This future holds bliss

We've read the old real
We think we agree
Let's learn this old field
Not burned with money
Diana holds dream
He knows panic signed
That Malgaard Suite
Greatest raw new defined

True to their new
More out there then Morrison
Old become new
Good musical origin
Tribal
Aural tantric
True to their clue
An honour compare
Let's bring it to brew

The Comus Clock (Poem and Notes)

Rotten riffs crawling from the crypt 🪦💀🧟, drums pounding like bone hammers 🔨🩸, while the bassist is trapped in purgatory 🔌🔥⚰️🤘. (DEMO)

Shattered Existence

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my music is made from these things:
casio keyboard (has multi-track)
zoom h1 microphone
bamboo xylophone
edward the violin
blasty the hollow tube (styled after didgeridoo)
kidbass malldad the electric bass guitar
honey the acoustic guitar
bluey the electric guitar
trombone
thumb piano
cowbells
clarinet
flute
recorder
stylophone
wooden frog
floor tom  drum
bongos drums
african drum
various mallets
various percussion
household objects
field recordings
stupid kid drum kit thing
ukulele
piano
pump organ
zoom h4 microphone
digital metronomes
koala sampler
metal xylophone
misc other physical instruments
NCH audio editing software
garageband (only used once so far)

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it does take a lot of annoying mosquitoes to feed all the frogs at the swamp

fr0ggy5