Name: Dad Jokes by Harwyn Pepper
Duration: 2 min 32 s
Description: I tell dad jokes, but I have no children. I'm a faux pa.

with the congregation on acoustic bass
Recorded at fredrick street studios and bowling alley

Them’s the breaks 

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life intends
Would hope seem sweeter 
Would fate feel fair
To rob Peter
With no Paul to care

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life demands 
It ain’t money 
And class is lame
What it is
You get to name

Them’s the breaks
The horse you saddle
Like a snake without a rattle
Dropping down from the sky
Like an anvil
You’re up yer life
Without a paddle 

Take what we want 
Not what we need
Steal a glacier for just a drink
Sell them rope when they sink
Screw the others
We’re taught to think

them's the breaks w/ the congregation

Corpo Ballad

High Desert

LOOPDIGGERS SUNDAY ROULETTE N° 139 / GINO'S DIARY N* 11
ORIGINALLY POSTED ON @FRANKENLOOPS

CHOPPED HEART DREAM

Marco Lucchi : prepared piano and synthesizer

4 marzo 2024

Esatonale [4]

Dis here jammy jam is at least 15yrs old .. thought I'd record it. 

Sunshine

I tell dad jokes, but I have no children. I'm a faux pa.

Dad Jokes

Sketch(2023) + improv 

It's a little bit selfish piece that packs my favorite atmospheres, such as the midnight waltz and the image of a labyrinth. I sketched it with the image of wandering around looking for the exit from a complicated maze…

Piano sketch 11 Lost In Maze

Marco Lucchi : organ and synthesizer
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playing with
https://soundcloud.com/user-920947015/aprilis
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aprile 2024

Omnia florent - w/anon8924

New 6 track ambient EP inspired by all things ambient

The Album Ends

¡¡ Warning: very old track with very LO-FI sound !!

A tribute to the heavy origins I wrote on July 1994: two alternating riffs and a 3rd theme for a rest; little by little encouraging voice and of course, distortion on rhythmic and solo guitars.

Tributo al jevi original que escribí en julio de 1994: dos riffs alternados y un 3er motivo para ir descansando, voz que poco a poco se va encendiendo, y claro, distorsión en rítmica y solista.

Lyrics/Letra:

Casi he olvidado el tiempo
 en que podía decirte que no.

He tirado mi cigarro a la noche
y no quiere apagarse,
para seguirla viendo desnuda
a la luz de la calle.

Si hay sí,
pero ni la piscina,
ni los tragos de Passport,
pudieron apagar...
...mi cuerpo, su cuerpo, ¡qué locura! (bis)

Casi he olvidado el tiempo
en que podía decirte que no.

Y ahora vuelvo a estar atrapado
de lo que pude escapar,
ahora vuelvo a ser esclavo
de lo que pude olvidar...
...de ti, de tu cuerpo, nena, ¡qué locura! (bis)

Cuando podía decirte que no (Si hay sí)

Avant-gospel musician from West Peking, Arkansas, now living in Texas.

I write songs about addiction, narcissism, depression, hatred, violence, ignorance, exploitation, xenophobia, and other terrible things. I also write songs about hope, faith, and surrender. I use a guitar, a keyboard, and the world's ugliest voice to record these songs and post them to the internet.


Everything good in my country has arisen from the interaction of multiculturalism and individualism. Dark forces are now trying to turn us against these things, and it scares me.

Resist indie playlist homogenization. The public's ear is shrinking.

I think we need some kind of a Dada revival in the 2020's.

Listen to Protomartyr.

Dad Jokes

Harwyn Pepper

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