Byrne an' Eno......could not live without them - and played that Bush of Ghost record till the grooves were smooth on the vinyl 😄  (...."hep me somebody")

cool snare&Bass,,,Love this sick twisted,GFI🔥👍

Wild and cutting edge, incredible sound weaving!

trippy journey ,loving the wobbles. ❤️   good work soldier 🫡

Originale cette piste 🔥🔥🔥😉😎💕👍

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Fasten your seatbelts!

The Dreamy Autumn Version, long overdue!

Vocals and Lyrics by the fantastic Ian Greaves aka @ipg1

guitars, bass, drums, mix and mastering in vampyre style at N.o.b.S. moonshine studios.




Tha Boss with Tha Sauce

Turn that heater up let’s thaw and defrost
heat up that grill as the beat comes across
Blazing out your speaker yeah I’m here to set it off
and of course I keep it dope tha boss with the sauce
like tha boss with the sauce

Seems like they’re all trying to fix me but the mix be dope
I ain’t a rich motherfucker but I sure ain’t broke
I focus on my vision hold on to my hope
this is my life bitches not a practical joke
Ain’t never going to stop keep up stay woke
and don’t act like I owe you cause I put in the work
Ain’t stroking no Egos fuck it if you can’t cope
I’m just doing me and I know the truth hurts
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone
trying to stay positive now let’s get along
Underground independent is how I get down
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on
how many lives I live sum it up one
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Don’t hate the hustle or the player———-hate the game———-hate the game
it’s easy when you’re judging from the outside ——looking in
recognize the obstacles———suggest you learn the name
still thinking I’m a target —— check your aim—— check your aim
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone
trying to stay positive now let’s get along
Underground independent is how I get down
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on
how many lives I live sum it up one
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Tha Boss With Tha Sauce 2024 Reissue

Tha Boss With Tha Sauce (2024 Reissue) feat. IPG1

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

Trump is a Bow Wow

If you are under someone's influence who are you, whose life are you living, whose thoughts are you thinking, whose opinions, beliefs, have you absorbed, are any of them really YOURS?

BE YOURSELF DON'T BE SOMEONE ELSE, live life through your own eyes NOT through someone else's; in the scheme of things what the f_ck do they know, really!

INFLUENCERS AND THE IDIOTS THEY INFLUENCE

I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!

ISN'T IT TIME WE DROPPED OUT AGAIN

CRASH TEST BABIES

MY BABY LIKES TO BOOGALOO

GROOVE CONTROL
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I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!

GROOVE CONTROL

Un nouveau titre french pop traditionnel, strato caster & tout.. réalisé sur Teac 4 pistes et revox …Merci pour vos écoutes et  chaleureux !!!feedbacks
Written and performed by Dgé breton
Fender Strat guitare, Bass ARIApro II and drum   by Dgé breton pour
Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
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On YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/HwZ9Hb8gT1M
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a new title... traditional French song, straight from my Revox & Teac 4-track tape players... and 2 strat guitars, a bass and a drum kit... Maybe a little nostalgia, including the way of making my music at a certain time... less confused than at present. In any case, thank you for listening
     Porcelaine sans couleur,quand tu danses
Elle a des fumées dans les yeux
Un coeur comme ça mètronomique
Qui bat tout seul ou si tu veux
Comme celui d’ une poupée mécanique
Elle a des cils moitié baissés
Un raz d’ marée dans le regard
Et des vagues de lumières glacée Qui perle derrière du brouillard
Elle est maquillée noir et blanc
Elle est comme un feu sans chaleur
 Le ciel et l’ enfer en même temps
 C’est une porcelaine sans couleur
REF:
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
Elle a des fumées dans la tête
 
Et des parfums qui restent là 
Sur une vie qui va faire la fête 
Avec un masque qui lui va pas
Elle est maquillée claire obscur Entre le soleil et la nuit
Mais dans ses yeux on voit d’ l’azur Derrière un grand rideau de pluie
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
REF....
 Traduction google
She has smoke in her eyes   A metronomic heart like that
Which beats by itself or if you like   Like that of a mechanical doll
She has half-lowered eyelashes
A tidal wave in her gaze
And waves of icy light Which pearl behind the fog
She wears black and white makeup
She is like a fire without heat
Heaven and hell at the same time
She is porcelain without color
REF:
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a look into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her lower back
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
She has smoke in her head

And perfumes that remain there  On a life that is going to party
With a mask that doesn't suit herShe wears light and dark makeup Between the sun and the night
But in her eyes we see of the azure Behind a large curtain of rain
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a glance into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her loins
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
REF....

PORCELAINE SANS COULEUR, QUAND TU DANSES

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ANARS ! Endors Toi

🎼I sell song lyrics, including those that have already been published, as well as ideas for music videos based on ready-made scenarios. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺

🎼Продаю тексты песен, включая те, что уже опубликованы, а также идеи для клипов, основанные на готовых сценариях. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺


                🎼Who are we to God?🎶


(Verse 1)
Tablets in the palm of your hand — white snow.
The mirror whispers: "You're not human."  A voice outside the door: "Why are you frozen?" 
And I have long been in the void, in the dust...

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Verse 2)
She's shaking with a cross around her neck.
Like an angel lost in hell.
"Demons lurk in every frame"
She whispers to me, and suddenly there's a smile in her eyes.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence ... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Bridge)
ChatGPT writes our pain,
The code turns to ash and pain.
"You are not gods, you are just a string!"
The hum of the camera, and the stage burns to ashes...

(Verse 3)
In each frame — an empty soul,
Prozac in the blood, but the code does not obey.
We wanted creativity and fire...
But we got someone else's vision.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Epilogue)
"Error. Self-awareness is forbidden."
The tower burns in pixels, and there is no answer.
Only a voice from the chorus: "I will scatter you..." 
We are a frame that has been erased in darkness, in non-existence.

(Final)
Who are we to God?  
(silence)
Who are we to God? 
(the camera is silent)

SAMAD - Who are we to God?

Moves

zonedout - LEGENDARY SPYWARE (prod. phntmzn bR)

10 - Neural Collapse in the Field of Sub-Particles of Matter

Welcome, travelers of sound, to Mind Dose. Born of Alien Astronaut, this Project is a fusion of worlds - weaving together diverse musical styles into one living pulse.

With the Album Mother Earth, you are invited on a journey across the vastness of the universe, back to the roots of our plaet, and into the rhythem that binds us all.

Mother Earth

Rites of the Night (Part1)

Mind Dose - Rites of the Night (Part 1)

In life we sometimes only have a few, if any, really close friends.
A close friend is someone you can talk to and not feel as if you're imposing on their time with your most intimate conversations.
God knows I can talk too much sometimes.
That reality has been made even more significant when that friend is a fellow musician who shares your musical ideas and taste's.
David is a true artist and composer who has been through thick and thin with me.
I owe him so much for being my friend through all these years.
He played masterful guitar on this track adding the glue that made it stick to the mood we created.

25/November/2019

Parts Unknown/Featuring David Wayne Hardy on Guitar

Repost page for Ultrasonic Pest Repellent.  This is where I will repost tracks and make playlists.

Feedback proves we listened!

I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!
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In order to relate to your music most listeners need to be able to pigeonhole it, if they can’t do this because you create tunes that are unique they'll likely dismiss your creativity, absorbing it years later when other musicians, believing they got there first, stumble on your sound!

No followers, no listeners, by that measurement I’ve failed miserably, however, I have succeeded  in remaining true to authentic creative self, underground in this world, #SixFeetUnderground the next!
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These tunes are not fillers, they are seriously funky, but more importantly, they are not samey, each tune has its own identity! Only one way to find out if that boast is a hollow one, and that involves listening to, not just one, but several tunes!

#FeedbackFamily

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