I n s p i r e -s e  -  U m a   S e l e ç  ã o  Musical  de Qualidade

fazed

Coda

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com



Hot Wired Heart's

Long Lost Friend

Winnin'

Crossroads

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

There was a time when I liked the mean streets.
Alcohol, the drugs, the pizzas.
Feeling I was getting somewhere fast.

But, all them times they were too risky
All them people nowt but piskies.
Nothing in that world is built to last.

Though alcohol stirred my emotion.
Held me back from true devotion.
Holds you back from any given task.

Kids they change things.
Life is savage.
All you wanted was no baggage.
Something has to give. 
It's really this or that.

The causes that you thought important.
Melt away with holy portents.
Honey drizzled, cold war, dazzled hearts.

And all the naying, saying, lovers.
Soft, warm legs underneath covers.
Couldn't help me now. 
That we're apart.

Your sky will never fill my pages.
Barely heard of all your sages.
Take a look for me.
Before we start.

Oh, up and down, and far below.
It's all the same to me, you know.
The portrait of an artist. 
Giving away all his art.

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.
oh, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.

We send the kids to school for learning.
Half an eye on future earnings.
Whatever will now become of me?

A spent and used up commissary.
Delivered on time just barely.
Why'd you give me sight.
If I can't ever hope to see?

Your machinations drove me crazy.
Doubled up. 
Accused of lazy.
Trapped by lack of sleep that I can't beat.

Who cares to dance? 
When all above.
The puppet masters strings are cut.
Here I am sitting. 
Won't you go and dance for me?

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Cause I am old.
Yeah, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
I'm just too old.

Their covid left me blurry, weary.
I was not like all the teary.
Pan bang, sap eyed, abide, pleasant chaps.

And all you worry wort, dag naggers.
In cahoots with the flag shaggers.
Ruined all my feelings toward the past

Your rules were made to be heartbroken.
Everything is bought with tokens.
How'd we get our foot off of the gas?

Money comes to cause it's mischief.
Always rooted for the sneak theif.
Boffins kinda gave me creeps.
Never gave me laughs.

I've no concerns about your Facebook.
Crushed the car.
But kept the log book.
Hushed. Momento mori. Fancy free.

You over-ruled me nationally.
Watched my family dilly dally.
Sleeping. Creeping. 
Further out from me.

Your anodyne, pontificating,
deals you are making with Satan.
How I wish you'd try to let it...
Let it wander free.

They rubber stamped your reliquary 
Fuck the rich, man.
They are lairy.
In the end.
Well, there... 
There is only me.

The Mean Streets

013 - LOVERS SOUNDTRACK

You Never Know is a funked up punk-a-tude bluesy swinging new indie rock song about the fact that You Never Know. Pulling from funk, blues, Americana, and rock, with a punk attitude and lyrics about state of the modern world peppered with a healthy dose of skepticism and justifiable cynicism about the absolute certainty so many people claim to possess. This song will make you want to dance while you call out the BS. 

You never know! 
You think you know
But you don’t know
I learned along time ago 
That ya never know!

You think you know
But you don’t know!
You say its true
Because you say so
But I ain’t buying what your selling yo!
  
Take a look back through history
Only one thing’s a certainty
The future will remain a mystery
Something we’ll never know

Some people turn to the good book
Some people give their crystal ball a look
No matter what you try and do though
Fact is, you never know!

If you went and had a look
Read every word in every book! 
The record clearly shows
That ya never know!

You never know!
You think you know
But you don’t know
I learned a long time ago 
That ya never know 

Some people turn to the good book
Some people give their crystal ball a look
No matter what they try and do though
Fact is, you never know!

If you went and had a look
Read every word in every book! 
The record clearly shows
That ya never know!

You think you know
But you don’t know
You say its true
Because you say so
But I ain’t buying what your selling yo
Cuz ya never know

Take a look back at history
Only one thing’s a certainty
The future will remain a mystery
Something we’ll never know!

You think you know
But you don’t know
I ain’t buying what your selling yo
I learned along time ago 
That you never know.

You Never Know

You Never Know - Defiantbutterfly

Dark trap type beat(altobeat)

self love is everything 💕
⬇
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/rosegoldjay/self-love-interlude

pink whitney is the only girl i know

self love interlude

click me 💕

self love interlude (prod. peril)

They/Them - (Prod. Bishi)

Painted Sky

City lights (feat. Saki)

I made these compositions to have fun playing drums by myself, since I couldn't find anyone to put together a band.

Is Instrumental performance, EP currently in the process of being created and cover designed. The cover is entirely provisional.

Just smile

Lyrics 

I’m watching you
You are so cute
Your smile seductive 
Turns me on
Your body so desirable
I’m on fire
But you don't care

I’m on fire
But you don't care

Your eyes so stealing
Brighten my mind
Your smile takes 
My breath away
I am lost in 
My dreams of you
But you don't care

I’m on fire
But you don't care

Production notes

AI was used for this project

But You Don't Care

These lyrics I wrote when I was in big trouble, but the words are still calm and constructive and paints a reality - mine - on a biv canvas for anyone to look. Music was played by robots after being trained by my prompts dozen of times, I try to fix smaller things and sometimes makes a new melodic structure close to the old one, there is a logic in this helpful aduio app but god he knows I'm not one who reads manuals. Hope you find something nice in this song.

Here are the lyrics I wrote halfway some years ago and finished last year:

BLUES MAN 
(lyrics copyright Badtripp Inc 2025)

(1.verse)

I'm down so goddamned low
my skin is turning blue
Too many years in a row
I  spent waiting for you
Why did you have to go
my love was so true
I thought we would know
if our days were so few


(Chorus:)

Blues man, blues man, drink my wine
I went too far away
The bears and lions of time
Will destroy me today

(2. verse:)

There's still time left to dream
But I wonder what you mean
When you say I am a has been
I just can't eat so I am too lean
I don't know what my dreams are
they are way too bizarre
I try to find you in any scene
but I always missed you so far

(Chorus:)
Blues man, blues man drink my wine
I went too far away
The bears and lions of time
Will destroy me today

Bluesman Bluesman

She was proud in her Phrygian hat,
Barefoot among the fighters that
Filled the smoky streets of Belleville,
Marching onward to the Bastille.

The suffragettes in the square,
They fought, shedding bitter tears.
Italian boats with wheat on board,
Smuggled by girls for a reward.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

(Verse 2)
Samnite girls exploring sex,
Painted in the suburban baths.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.

Ahhotep welcomed the exiles
Among the siltstones of the Nile.
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.



(Bridge)
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

NOMADS

An Aphoristic Tension

Second garage band project ever idk anything abt this software yet okay but im trying lmao i recorded everything on my iphone mic and my computer mic and had no headphones that entire process so had to record out loud over the original audio of me singing and playing😭

March demo

Out on Youtube!

https://youtu.be/Yi_JR3wQb9I?si=VS9YupuSDenwSAl_

Out on Spotify! 

https://open.spotify.com/track/7N0UVwYNwTAlM1yxvLEBvk?si=1d7a8f5146db4b58

Written/Produced: 9/3/2024

Published/Released: 4/4/2024

Heartache

Compositor & Guitarrista 
 Banda Índigo Blue   ( Anos 80 | 90)
  Músicas autorais
 Brasileiro   
Origem  Mineiro de Guaxupé MG /
 Formação Escolar em São Paulo 
Caipira na Cidade Grande
Residência: São Paulo
Bacharel em Marketing 
Bancário 
Negro https://www.instagram.com/guinhotobias/
Mistura de raças no Brasil faz a força!
Estudante:  80s
Punk Blues Rock :      80s     90s
Marketing Business Man:   2000
Aprendiz de Surf: atual

Influências  Artísticas:   Djavan, Paralamas 
Milton Nascimento, Heitor TP,   
Miles  Davis,  Van Halen, Led Zeppelin,  Living Colours
Jorge Amado, Picasso, Zé Vasconcellos, Brad Pitt, Kendrick Lamar, Luís Gonzaga 
Chaka Kan, The Smiths, Paço de Lucia
Projetos de Cultura e Geração de Energia 

Real Marketing Networks   
Interlagos  São Paulo  
@tobiasbluesman
Sou neto ,, punk mineiro  paulista guitarrista,  mais um brasileiro, tenho que fazer minha parte como brasileiro  ,  no dia a dia faço o melhor  pro meu povo sem pre conceitos. 
Jesus nos seus traços e atitudes 
 
Tudo é possível 
pra quem quer o bem
e tem Deus no coração!
  
By: Hugo Benedito Tobias

I n s p i r e -s e - U m a S e l e ç ã o Musical de Qualidade

Tobias Bluesman