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LIFE IS A SHOW

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Verse 1: Theres some complications as we are scratching at the monkeys skin 
So lets drop this virus and watch them scatter around like pigs
They go and lay the rope down we pick it up and tie the noose
divide and conquer separate the lies from truth

Chorus: Thier praying on our weakness 
watch us fall and profit on us
Bring the storms and hurricanes forrest fires and earthquakes and 
watch us fade dive and conquer
watch us fade divide and conquer

Verse 2: This debates a circus as they parade around the noble house 
and we drink the potion just to take it in and spew it out
The doctors beds are full again the preacher lays his bible down 
dinners on the TV ring the bell and herd the cows

Chorus: Cause we are quick to say whats on our mind 
but scared to take it any higher
Fall in line or step aside its clearly social suicide
Now watch us fade divide and conquer

Chorus: Thier praying on our weakness watch us fall and profit on us
Bring the storms and hurricanes forrest fires and earthquakes and watch us fade 
Cause we are quick to say whats on our mind but scared to take it any higher Fall in line or step aside its clearly social suicide
Now watch us fade divide and conquer

Divide and Conquer

Divide And Conquer

My project is going to be a blend of genres so here's a lil taste of what you can expect between the bars 😁

Patience

Maido feat. ZEVY (Back When This Started)
Artist: Sam Vesso
Remix by MaidoMusic
Original by ZEVY

Maido feat. ZEVY (Back When This Started)

Litany Against Fear:

"I must not fear.
  Fear is the mind-killer.
  Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
  I will face my fear.
  I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
  And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
  Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
  Only I will remain."

(Frank Herbert, Dune)

In a nutshell this song is a homage to all signature post-punk I used to listen: The Cure, The Sound, Echo & the Bunnymen, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and of course Joy Division. While it sounds minimalistic, at least the guitars were really challenging for me to play (that downstroke is tough).

Originaly it was intended to be an instrumental track, but when the music was almost done, I came up with an idea to add some robotic vocals. Being a big fan of Dune universe, I found that the "Litany Against Fear" perfectly suits the changing mood of the track. And therefore everething is as it is.

As in my previous work I have used my Kolen custom Stratocaster for guitars and Roland MC-101 for synth and FX. The text was read by Google Translate (lol).

Cover art is by: https://www.pinterest.com/jenniferalethia.

Hope you're enjoy the song.

Gesserith

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The Death of Johnny Reb

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Very Normal

BB 106-PL

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Hi, it's Henadzi. Currently based in Abu Dhabi, UAE. Just doing some DIY music for no particular reason. Mostly it's guitar-based instrumental stuff recorded entirely at home. Not intended to bind myself to some particular genre, so I'm free to play around. Feel free to DM me if you're looking for collaboration.

Have a good day.

Gesserith

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