Gom! Crazy cool track man, love the brass lines 🌟🎉

@robert-paterson-composer: Yeah, I'm probably crazy, but I gotta tell ya. Most days, I read the news & social media, and the only thing I'm sure of is my own inescapable sanity.

this is really goo d I like it very very nice

Great swing and funny ways of expression. Really original music.

La voz, el carácter de la voz, es genial!

super cool story-telling and I love the wonky synths and overall arrangement. big up

Never too soon to dwell on / what I'm leaving behind...

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Legacy

Some people fire rockets
from behind their own children as a way to be heard.

And others still oblige them
cause they're building a nation upon a god's word.

We all grew up with those we can trust
and those that we can't we throw under the bus.

There's only 11 people on my team.
Can only afford to love my family.

I'll run you down
cause I follow my dream...

How big is your notion of a family?
We all, we all, we all
fell from one tree.

How deep your joy in the things you do have?
We all, we all
shine when we laugh.

Some believe it will add up to zero
I'd rather lose it all on a bet that they're wrong.

Cause when I was a lost and helpless five-year-old
a stranger helped me find my way home.

Yeah, a stranger helped me
find my way home.
We all, we all, we just want to live on.

Now I'll tell you my story
though I speak in a bandwidth
that very few hear. (so very few)

I'm always wrong, never sorry.
I wanna be the most correct-
-ed man of the year.

(Oh, how I'd love to be wrong!)

We all could use a deep look inside,
a good look around, a reframe of mind:

There's less than 8 billion people on our team—
the Universe will shake us off like a flea.

I'm just a poet—
don't follow my lead!

How big is your notion of a family?
We all, we all, we all
fell from one tree.

How deep your joy in all the things you do have?
We all, we all
make friends when we laugh.

Some believe it adds up to zero.
I'd rather lose it all on a bet that they're wrong!

Cause when I was a shy thirteen-year-old
a teacher taught me how to learn from a song.

Yeah, we just
(we all, we all)
want to live on
(we all, we all)
we just want a
(we all, we all)
part of us to live on...

We All (Live On)

I love the smell of bread
the way that dandelions ride the wind
and sitting barefoot on a rock
as the sea lashes out to draw me in

I love the sound of rain
descending like a veil across the lake
the staredown from a crow
the chisel marks of revenant mistakes

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the play of shade and light 
when a shiny car slinks down a row of trees
there’s the first sip from the coffee cup
and all the conversations had by strings and keys

the mossy darkness of the cellar stairs
just close your eyes
and every monster will smell of wine and cheese
fermenting plums and pears
those village skies
painting a stampede of galaxies

I love a bridge of stone
its arches getting stronger as we pass 
two lightnings crossing paths
running fingers through damp disheveled grass

I love a narrow street
with balconies parading many lives
slow Sunday afternoons
the chugging of a train when it arrives

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the pepper and the salt
raining down on a steaming bowl of stew
birdsong threatening the morning calm
ships shimmering far off into the blue

the distant clamor of a busy square
just close your eyes
and every plan will seem made of matchstick hopes
with scotch-taped prayer
you hold your own hand
and even that’s not guaranteed

I love a mighty, fallen tree
that’s generously rotting in the shade
discolored postcards from long ago
rough carpets with edges that are frayed

and these are not all the things that I love
no, these are not all the things that I love
not all the things
not all the things

Not All The Things

HORMIGA

https://youtu.be/J7I4dtEd-g4

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
yo soy... me quedo en la iglesia,
¿Cómo se llama? yo soy... yo no soy mero mero de aquí,
yo soy de Tlanchinol".

Trueno intenso,
tiempo negro,
viento frío,
llueve intenso,
olor a fresco.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Allá de Tlanchinol, allá de la Sierra de la Huasteca,
cerca de Tampico, ¿Si conoces Tampico o no conoces?".

Luna blanca,
pecho lleno,
cae neblina,
sube y gira,
cae a tierra.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Ajajajajajajá, acá na'más pues,
a que esta persona es este,
y yo me quedaba aquí atrás,
aquí, aquí me queda... ¿Cómo se llama...?
aquí me quedaba atrás".

Campo abierto,
solo cielo,
cerro abajo,
viene fiero,
sopla en serio.

Dolerá hormiga.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hormiga

Foot to the Floor

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Foot To The Floor

Our Lives (feat. Sergi Yaro)

High Wire Love is an original song by Hope Street from their latest album - Dead Already Power

High Wire Love

"Valley Of Dust" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a poignant singer-songwriter ballad that explores themes of despair and abandonment in a desolate town. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a place where dreams fade away and hope is scarce. The song opens with the imagery of a single road out of town, highlighting the sense of entrapment felt by its inhabitants.

The chorus, "Welcome to the valley of dust, wreathed in smoke where your dreams all rust," sets the tone for the bleak and somber narrative. The town, shrouded in smoke and filled with abandoned dreams, is depicted as a place forsaken by both people and divine presence, as emphasized in the lines, "Abandon hope all those who trust in God, in God. He left this place many years ago."

The song captures the stark reality of life in this forgotten town, where the only glimmer of light comes from the local diner, serving as a beacon of hope amid the gloom. The verses delve into the everyday struggles and disillusionment faced by the town's residents, painting a picture of a community left behind and neglected.

With its haunting melody and evocative lyrics, "Valley Of Dust" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a powerful ballad that resonates with anyone who has experienced the weight of broken dreams and the search for hope in the darkest of places.

There's one road out of town  
And it's a one way street  
There's fewer make it out  
Than ever come back in again  
Than ever come back in  

Welcome to the valley of dust  
Wreathed in smoke where your dreams all rust  
Abandon hope all those who  trust in God in God  

He left this place many years ago  
We haven't even seen the Holy Ghost  
The diner's only light our brightest hope  
These days, these days  
Lend me your ears, these are the dark days  

The writing's on the wall  
In dayglow yellow spray paint  
Let the truth be told  
The only way you're leaving is feet first  
The flames of hell burn cold  
For all whose lives were just hurt  

Welcome to the valley of dust  
Wreathed in smoke where your dreams all rust  
Abandon hope all those who trust in God in God
  
He left this place many years ago  
We haven't even seen the Holy Ghost  
The diner's only light our brightest hope  
These days, these days  

When there's lead in the sky  
There's a tear in the eye  
The beholder, so much older  
The warmth round here's so much colder  

Sometimes I see angels,  
Sometimes I see queens  
Between one of them and the other  
It makes no sense to me  

Welcome to the valley of dust  
Wreathed in smoke where your dreams all rust  
Abandon hope all those who trust in God in God 
 
He left this place many years ago  
We haven't even seen the Holy Ghost  
The diner's only light our brightest hope  
These days, these days  

If these walls could talk  
The only tale they'd tell is a sad one  
So I'll let my words be brief  
No one will remember when I'm gone.

Valley Of Dust by These Guitars Say Sorry. Singer songwriter ballad.

Vocalist/ Lyrics: Joey Montoya, Producer Rick Hardy

Enough (prod. rick hardy)

Tell Me Things (feat. James Berkeley)

Killer Queen [Queen Cover]

Now That You Are Here

feed the grind every day tiny bit of my spirit
the one they said was free to soar
back bent and my feet are sore 
I can sing it with the courage to hear it

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
make a wave with your mind not the hand
now take a break in your mind all done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
then I traded a whisper for a smile
saw a movie where the sea met the sand
gave this song to the concession man 

chasing after the agreed upon dream it
made me so easy to sell to
paid ‘em credit on a future that fell through
now I’m trapped in the plaster and cement

still no charge to enjoy the sun
still no point in tie yourself to land 
make a wave with your mind not the hand  
now take the dream that your mind got done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
and then I then I got an "oh, yeah!" for my style
read a book where the sky meets the sand
shared a joke with the concession man

oh yeah
had a word with the concession man
oh yeah
had a word with the concession man

put a message in a bottle on the surf it
said I gave my all in the dark
with a melody that carry a spark
this life, I’m still trying to deserve it

and no charge to enjoy the sun
and no point holding on to land
cut a path with your mind not the hand
now take the path that your mind got done
 
then I then I then I rested for a long while  
then I traded all my trophies for this isle
got a text from where the waves rub the sand
it was a message from the concession man:

he said, don’t look for me tomorrow
I’ve moved on and so should you
everything we’ve got is all borrowed
I've paid all my debts with some ocean blue

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
then I then I then I did 
nothing for a while

got all my riches from the concession man  
I have become the concession man

Concession Man

https://youtu.be/Or0RhzdSFEU
https://open.spotify.com/track/14VrC77MTwSnoFAnjEotPM

good morning boys and girls
I'm subbin' for Madame Delouse
here to teach you some basics
beyond tying your shoes

when you hang around grownups 
they'll pretend to have a clue
but just like you they know only
one way to tie a shoe

look around you and you'll get it:  
coup d'états, coup de grâce
there's just chaos, we all dread it
ooh là là, ooh là là
     
there's only one thing to learn
is how to steer your own ship 
let 'em teach you how  
then kick 'em in the shins and skip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

and the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is gonna happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again, and again

nevermind me, I'm just bitter
on this state of affairs
been on hold for a decade
to reach a soul that cares

in the meantime this planet 
got crazier still
when the principal fires me
just remember I was real

look around you and you'll get it:  
je n'sais pas! je n'sais quoi!
just death in where we're headed
ooh là là! ooh là là!

only one thing to learn—
how to work your own ship
let 'em show you how  
then give them the flip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is bound to happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again and again

and again

History Lesson

up up up up up and away
Gom Jabbar come to light up your day
(dark rhymer)
I'm gonna be ya
best frenemy ya
can't afford to fail the test today
(shift-the-paradigm-er)

up up up up and away we go
Gom Jabbar come to light up your soul
(dark rhymer)
you're gonna hear a
spiritual mirror
making you befriend your fear 
make your path clearer
(gonna slice the beat everywhich way)
(1-2 1-2 1-2)

some try to hit it 
only one time for the record now
I'm always staring down
the big dark forever now
and any second now 
gonna pull the lever now
with the dam burst 
in the first verse 
the mainstay is my Mecca now

no fake allowed each take is how 
I knock it out it's painful 
like a root canal 
yet strangely entertainful
that's cause I'm taking you back
to when the rhymes were exact
and words had stresses
and intelligence impresses

it always does, cuz
it always can, fam
fill up your cup
then learn to distill in your own still
when you can hold your mind still
you'll see the minefield 
it's a divine shield
but its kernel is pure science

as for the buy-ins 
I'm not your leader
I'm your proctor 
I'll intercede if I see a bleeder
but I'm not a doctor
and if you can't handle the truth 
you'll be the truth's handle
cause cold reality's
inescapable like a vandal

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
trap hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

ye-ah-m
I only speak into the deep dark forev_
 
whoever said you only need one style
well I got many
and just like a bad penny
I turned up to tease the milleni-
-als I waltz, fill my hulls 
with glee and wild abandon
you think this shit is what
you still think that this shit is random?
(huh!)

well o-kay let me do it agai-
-n then I switch it up under your ga-
-ze and I promise this time I will ho-
-ld it till you get you do-
-pamine flow I mean glow 
like a scene in a mo-
-vie (some like it hot some like it gro-
-ovy)

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
mad hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

never do it for the money or the fame and all...
I only speak into the deep dark forever now

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out...

I only sing into the deep dark forever now.

How Many Baby Rappers

Lyrics Video: https://youtu.be/HNdnTTtcBeA

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

you will break out
of the house where the people and toys
and even the walls know your name

you will stake out
a new claim on an old and abandoned mine
all collapsed and decayed

then you’ll wait for your plot to start twisting
plant seeds in the rot
trust your system

but a movie is not how we roll
we just hang from the cliff,
never get back control

this world is so much smaller
than the movies would have you believe
and love—so much more of a mess
than the movies would have you believe

your talents—
they're worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll need to grow much taller
than the movies would have you believe

there’s no payoff—
what you think you deserve will be gone in a blink
with the surf in an ocean of rain

you can’t stay off—
there’s no armor or charm or a prayer
or spell that can spare you the pain

no plot when the years start twisting 
and seeds grown in the rot
look to you for some wisdom

when you take on the voice of the pilot
will you color their skies in blue or in violet?

this world is so much smaller
than you think
so much more fragile
and a lot more insane

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

this world
has more superpower
than the movies would have you believe

and love—
so much more of a test
than the movies would have you believe

dreams—
worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll taste a lot more that is sour 
and even more that is sweeter
than any old movie would have you believe

The Movies

Gom Jabbar is an unapologetic musical calamity from around the world.

http://gomjabbarmusic.com?utm_source=scp

We All (Live On)

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