Laulu Räpätätiivi- esityksestä syksyllä 2020 (https://fibo.fi/piu/juurilla-kaarelassa/rapatatiivi/)Säv. Oliver Vierkens, san. Riika Virtanen

Etäällä paikallaan
paikalla etäällään
juurrumme tänne ikään kuin turvaan
niin valheelliseen
niin pettävään, niin valheelliseen
niin pettävään

rauhaa on vaikea löytää
ahdistus vaanii nurkissa
junaradalla
varottava on
pakopaikat
kadonneet

etäällä paikallaan, paikalla etäällään
juurista kasvaa sanoja
juurista kasvaa runoja
juurista kasvaa lauluja

Etäällä paikallaan (san. Riika Virtanen)

cool kids bop

Another dusty vinyl mix. Enjoy with your ears (~˘-˘)~
© Wine Infused Bedroom Recordings™, 2024.


Howse Your Body? - Dancey Tape #010

Paloma walks home at night from the maquiladora
8 days later, no one has saw her
sometimes she worked late
don't that tell you just whats at stake?

we can't stop fighting 

at home, my sister- she told me a story
at the end, there's no Grace or glory
just the trial of a man
with no motive for where he stands

all my life i've felt the eye of the catcall
we're striking back baby, and you can find me in the vanguard
you say you don't understand
i can see the blood, it's on your hands

written by Sheer Mag
recorded by Sheer Mag
mixed by Hunter Davidsohn at the Business District


Can't Stop Fighting

https://open.spotify.com/album/6BqmjnfZuqlzMA8Mn4JDmT?si=RnmO1q75SUuYQmPVIHp8MQ

Produced and recorded by D.I.M.H. and Meursault and the absurd in Klemetsö Hit Music Factory.
Mixed and mastered by D.I.M.H.
Music and lyrics by Meursault and the absurd.
Cover photo by Nickey Kolev.
Logo by D.I.M.H.
Layout by Meursault and the absurd.

Ocean breeze
I was born in a pine tree grove 
to the hymn of the electric stove

A swinging lightbulb was the first I saw
 before I never learned to shoot or draw

Father said I was a bit too small 
Mother danced and sung across the hall

"If you never see the sun go down, 
how can you ever know that it does rise”

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light
 as it goes gentle into the good night

I was on my bed with a shaved head 
The door stood open and framed the dead

A stream of faces walked by and cried
 No one saw me even though they tried

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light
 as it goes gentle into the good night

Now all that’s left is an extension table
 set in white it keeps father stable

Mother moved to the Faerie Islands 
He’s having dinner in the growing silence

I feel it coming in the ocean breeze
 not even the trees seem to be at ease
I see the evening’s dying light 
as it goes gentle into the good night

Funsocks_Aw Yeah!

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