Name: Gin Ferna - Burma (HipHop Instrumental) by Gin Ferna
Duration: 3 min 33 s
Description: HipHop

insane - flume (INVS remix)

Gin Ferna - Burma (HipHop Instrumental)

raw. 
unmastered but layered. 
earphone material

ambalakandy

sweatshirt kayveri

Performed & Produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi.
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പണ്ടത് കേട്ടത് കണ്ടതും,
ഞാപകം മണക്കും ചന്ദനം,
നെഞ്ചത്ത് മുരളും മർമ്മരം,
പനയോല കയ്യാമം ബന്ധനം.

നാലായിരം കവറിൽ തന്നത്,
രണ്ട് നൂറ് നോട്ട് ബാക്കി വന്നത്,
കയ്യുകൂപ്പി വാങ്ങിവന്നു ഞാനത്,
താണ്ടിയ വാളയാർ കാടത്.

മാറിയ കാലങ്ങൾ മാറത്ത്,
പാടിയ പാട്ടുകൾ ആറെട്ട്
ജ്യാമീയ കോലങ്ങൾ ആവത്
കണ്ടൂ വരിക്കച്ചക്ക പ്ലാവത്.

ആടുന്ന വരമ്പുകൾ മണ്ണത്,
കാണുന്ന വരപ്പുകൾ രണ്ടത്,
യാതന വാഴ്ക ശമ്പളം,
മാന്യ സാഡിസ്റ്റിന് വന്ദനം.

Manya Sadistinu Vandanam

shimmer ft. Emma Leard

produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Memories on film capturing time in a bottle
While the rest disintegrates out of sight for the mortals
Sound waves recorded we keep them in place
So that it can be paired with the image matching sounds to the face
A touch the most neutral neither stops time nor imprisons it
A smell and a taste lives in memory and summons it
None of it immortal the sum of it assorted
Distributed in proportion everybody that you're crossing
Holds a portion a piece of the puzzle a story untold
Engrossed in a daily toil with morals to uphold
Quantized universes never colliding
Randomised simulations that cower in hiding
Until the end living through for nobody
Feeling nothing creeping on entombed in its body

Verse 2

I am the defeated and yes the disgraced
My story into the ether dissipates
The great consumer time renders it null
So shall I be forgotten turning bone and skull
Haven't conquered great heights nor known real triumph
My time here was as insignificant as I am
In mediocrity I thrived neither rat nor eagle
In the middle I survived neither good nor evil
Neither strong nor feeble yes crosses I bore
But none heavy enough to keep a score
I did as I was told hid inside the mould
Never stepped outside the law man-made divine and all
I am the unimportant holding masters in power
The cogs in the middle never failing for whatever
Mine is the life you tell your children to lead
Mine is the path you show them to succeed
I am the salt that flavours the earth
I am the defeated I have been so from birth

Bleak World Part 1: The Realization

Decaying Memories

Produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi

Lyrics:

Verse 1

Throughout millennia our brains evolved and the thumbs grew opposing
So we let the branches go and rubbed the stones thereby forcing
Fire to burn melt the metals to form weapons
When the predators kept stepping in seconds they learned lessons
Held an axe and chopped the trees and in time we're sowing seeds
Now no hunting, on crops we feed cattle and dogs we breed
The free time spent in speculations led to science
Anticipations of death bred divine alliance
New emotions of greed and lust overpowered those of trust
Shiny metals and stones turned currencies have we must
Division of labour turned to division of fate at birth
Ambition and cravings made us enslave the brave with mirth
Waging of wars looting resources for mileage in our cars
Invasion of mars in fear of elimination endangering ours
Every prehistoric action causing a ripple
Still the thumb is used to grab dicks and tweaking a nipple

Hook

It's a bleak bleak world where no lessons are learned
Life is lived in a bubble dragging vessels that hold
Shrivelled up souls
Riddled with holes

Verse 2

The older generation woes the children's ignorance
Instead of educating cry about the loss of innocence
Pin an expiration date and predict the end of days
While the children look for guidance on how to extend their stay
Either way the result is meagre pay for much work
Lead astray the clueless and leave em be to feed on dirt
Breathing life into a piece of wood severed from a tree
Damn it for not knowing how to err and be discreet
The sheer terror of just being mere drop inside a sea
Clear thoughts that of just leaving here seems to be a dream
And while the cycle turns and turns taking you closer to the urn
You see the knife and see the guillotine but most of your concern
Is the memory you leave the irony settles in
You see the comedy from nowhere you crack a grin
For here lies the droplet that was scared of the heat
The droplet that didn't know that a cycle repeats




Hook

It's a bleak bleak world where no lessons are learned
Life is lived in a bubble dragging vessels that hold
Shrivelled up souls
Riddled with holes

Bleak World

One of my somgs sung by 2 of my fav singers
srinivas and sujatha...;-)))
smoov tamil..;-)

En Kanave

Everybody hit the deck. With his first Hindi single ginza, Mumbai’s @musicmoreno slaps open the proverbial door of the rap game with hydrostatic production and sampling chops that burrow deep into your brain. 

It’s no-frills-attached, floorboard-rattling, mosh pit sh*t that instantly paralyses your supraorbital system, followed by a 10-ton gut punch of funk to take the wind out of you for good. And when you think you’ll finally walk again, @Alf4zi saunters in unhinged on a high wire of causation and conviction with an acid-washed mind map of bars to singe permanent holes into your fragile subconscious. 

In the words of Chuck D - I smell a riot goin’ on.

Release date: 31st July 2020. 

Mastered by: Waves Krāft Mastering
Artwork by: Nida Merchant


Contact: recordings@boxout.fm 
Press: musicpr@motellacast.live

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