What a beat, super groovy, the voice matches perfectly, the backings are beautiful....thank you , love to you

The beginning and the rhythm are "heavy". Reminds me of metal music in a way, but is not metal. Instrumentation is very original. ♥

I like the disheveled saloon bar punk feel of this, great vocals and brass.

I enjoyed the contrasts in this...the vocals, the banging electronics

This melody is quite original and surprising in a good way

Again a cool track & production from you...cheers, Gom!👏👌

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

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Legacy

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

Hoy me desperté

I started writing and the song just kept getting happier.  I figured that had to be a good thing, so I kept on going.  

Here are the lyrics:

You walked into the room
Joined an aimless conversation
I liked what you had to say
And found myself glancing your way
Then suddenly out of nowhere
It caught me unaware
Didnt know where it came from
I couldn’t say a word it kinda struck me dumb

It was a feeling
Came bubbling up
Just bubbling up
From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
To discover
That I had tears in my eyes

We walked a path together for a while
I was happy to have you by my side
And every now and then I’d see you anew
And get overwhelmed by the sight of you
I never really quite expected
It would sneak up on me, I never suspected
It always left me feeling kinda shy
But I never hid the tear in my eye

I used to the kind of man who proudly never cried
Whatever feelings I might have had I kept them the deep inside
I hardly knew I had an inner life until you handed me a key
Now it feels like I've been introduced to missing parts of me


It ended quite a while ago
I’m Ok with that and I hope you know
That every memory that I have of you
Is a happy one and yes it’s still true
That sometimes when I recall your face
Or remember some special time and place
A feeling comes from out of nowhere
Feelings bout the life that we once shared

It was a feeling
Came bubbling up
Still bubbling up
 From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
When I discover
That I have tears in my eyes

Bubbling Up

FATA MORGANA II

Our Lives (feat. Sergi Yaro)

Sitting by the trees. 
Contemplating on the springtime. 
But, now I'm never alone. 
Bout, how I'll never feel the hold of you. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
On the whole...
things are fine...
But I'd sell my soul, for some more time.
Sitting by the sea. 
Contemplating on the ocean. 
A little notion of devotion. 
Oh, how they'd all a-take that potion too. 
As you do.
Let me tell you somethings always bothered me.
It's the fact we have to worry about fucking money.
On the whole...
Space flys by...
But I'd sell my soul to the devil for one more try.
Sitting by the...
Out beside the trees.

Let me tell you somethings always bothering me.
Does an ant know what he's doing when he's cutting his leaves?
On the whole...
Theres hills to climb...
But I'd sell my soul, to get what's mine.
Sitting by the...
O'er by the leas...
Contemplating on the wonder.
And how i keep from slipping under. 
How I hold it all together for you. 
Just for you.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
Let me tell you somethings always troubled me.
 I can't put my finger on what's a-bothering me.

Monkey Puzzle [Pretty Green Mix]

https://hypeddit.com/dreamingwhileawake/bythesea
Please let me know your thoughts, this is a straight ahead jazz song with me on the vocals and instrumentation.

🎆 Live Today on Spotify "By the sea" Spotify Link in Description

كلمات:سامي محمود حنفي،،
الحان وغناء وتوزيع موسيقي: محمد صلاح الدين

بيعاند نفسه

Wine from when Hemingway was writing "For Whom The Bell Tolls".  And it tolls for us all.

Unfiltered

Tell Me Things (feat. James Berkeley)

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

https://youtu.be/LvW4cV-l8JI

as the blacks turn into grays 
I can barely hold on to my reflection now
the more I grip the more it slips away
and I can tell it's the fault in my intention now

can't glue back a leaf that's fallen
what silverfish is not used to crawling?

dreams of flying 
is how I lost my war chest
but I did one thing right 
and now I'm at your doorstep

I'm a weary traveler
put me up tonight
If I get too cynical
hold me up into your light

into your light

of all the summers by the noisy lake
what I'll remember is the freshness of every idea
but even paintings turn to grey
winter's here, winter's always been here

not blameless
not stainless
not faithful and yet
not faithless

dreams of flying
is how I lost my war chest
but I did one thing right 
and now I'm at your doorstep

I'm a weary traveler
put me up tonight
and if I get too cynical
hold me up into your light
into your light
into your light
into your light

Weary Traveler

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

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