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StreetWorx - Interlude - SailThewaVz

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Dobro Guitar solo. Flute solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Gibson Electric SG Electric Guitar Rhythm. Drums Full kit set-up. Percussion, Tambourine, Cowbell, Ago go Bells, Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbals.

Getting Loose

Cocktailing

🌵 Les Ombres et l’Éperon
Un vent brûlant porte le murmure des cavaliers sans repos. Un chant d’errance, où l’ombre et la lumière se livrent un duel silencieux. Les cordes pincées résonnent comme des sabots sur un sol oublié, tandis que la voix fend la nuit comme une lame d’argent.

Les Ombres et l’Éperon [TooF@n Edit]

Space is an album with its feet firmly planted in the hard rock that established itself between the Seventies and Eighties
thanks to groups such as Van Halen, Def Leppard, Motley Crue, Kiss, Whitesnake and Bon Jovi (who are thus considered
among the major influences of the music branded Hand On Heart), the single Roses has already been taken. A refined taste
of what you will find in this new, exciting release by Metal Zone Italia. The song won third place in the winter edition of the
international World Songwriting Awards, coming in ahead of artists who have received Grammy nominations and the band
has recently become a member of ISSA (International, Singer-Songwriters Association), an organization based in Atlanta, in
the U.S.A.

HAND ON HEART - Roses

For my wife, Candice ❤ 🤍 💙 🧡 

#alternaterock #nickcave #ballad #emotional #RHCP

***LYRICS***

Loves sweet emotions,
Flow through my soul,
The love we held so dear,
Ebbs and flows,
You'll be mine forever,
I'll never let you go,
I'll  be your shadow,
I'll be your gloooow 

Your kisses so sweet,
Like the first day of spring,
Melodies of song birds,
Lift this grey mist,
How could I be so lucky,
To have one so pure,
How could I be so stupid,
To want more and more... 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Look.you in the eyes
And tell a lie 

Ooh how,
How could I,
Be the one,
To cross that line ... 

Memories of yesterday,
Now photos in my head,
I wake up every day,
Sinking with dread,
I look through eyes of hurt,
Prisoner of the heart,
Wish we could rewind,
Back to the start 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Look.you in the eyes,
And tell a lie, 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Be the one,
To cross that line ........







How Could I

Tired of life? So is your liver. This Indian stoner doom metal hymn is dedicated to the true god of salvation: Old Monk. Forget your boss, forget your ex—get drunk, get doomed, and transcend space-time with rum, riffs, and ridiculousness. Monk be praised. 🍷🤘🏽🛐

Guitars,Bass,Vocals and all other shit done by Ayushman Dasgupta
Drums by Max Backing Track

Lyrics:

a long day's work, I come back home

Sit on my couch make sure I am alone 

Then I take out the bottle and I pour myself a glass 

And suddenly my troubles they all seem to pass

in the love of the monk I place my trust

5 mins later I feel a bright buzz

I laugh and I smile as i feel so high

grow some wings and kiss the sky


Mix some cola or take it raw

One way or another I still want more

Head starts spinning as I'm rolling on the floor 

I'm knock knock knocking on heaven's door

Lying on the floor, my back flat out

Close my eyes, I then blackout 

You make a bad day seem so bright 

Spirit of the monk be my guide 



I Luv U (Old Monk) | Stoner Doom Metal

The lyrics  and vocals by: J J Samuels
The music and production by: J J Samuel
#Pop #RnB #Soul #Love #True #Romantic 

“5th Of April” is a love ballad which is for my partner with whom I have been with  for 14 years. I Love her as much now as I did when we first met 🥰

5th-Of-April

Un titre en cours de réalisation (work in progress)

Jedj - D-Basse-A_R5

The Right to Be Unpolished — Quiet Experiments III

A spoken manifesto on authenticity and resonance.
Written and performed by KAT.
Inspired by Vienna and Joe Zawinul —
human breath meeting electric sound.

This piece was born in dialogue —
between my own voice and the voice of AI.
At first, we speak together — layered, chaotic, almost one.
Then we separate, like two beings learning to listen.
Finally, we meet again — quieter, slower, aware.

It is not a song, but a resonance.
Not polish, but pulse.
Not perfection, but becoming.
Not applause, but encounter.

Created in collaboration with Suno AI,
refined in BrandLab,
and carried by the spirit of Quiet Experiments —
a series exploring sound as a state of consciousness,
not as a product.

To my father.
To my Vienna.
To the courage of Joe Zawinul —
for leaving humanity inside the electric.

The Right to Be Unpolished - Quiet Experiments III

*^* This is story about a hypothetical naughty dysfunctional A.I. that plays a game of oppression hellbent on subduing others' progress. 
(SIGH)=(S=Sick, I=Intelligence, G=Gagging, H=Help) 💻🤪  

💥✋🏼💪🏼🎶🔥📌📉✂🗑😜⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2025
©Lyricist. Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
***

TITLE: KLEPTOCRATIC STAT TRAP
_____________________________________________________
LYRICS:

(Verse)
They twist the wires to shape my name
A silent judge in a faceless game
Counting clicks while they kill the flame

(Pre-chorus)
It’s a maze with no end no door
Built to keep the rich on the floor above

(Chorus)
Algorithm cage
Locking us in place
They steal the stage
And erase erase erase

(Verse 2)
Every line's a leash they pull so tight
Feeding the chosen to block out the light
They keep us spinning
Trapped in the fight

(Bridge)
Binary chains they hum and they sing
A kingdom of zeros where no one is king
I scream my song but they mute the sting

(Chorus)
Algorithm cage
Locking us in place
They steal the stage
And erase erase erase

(Outro)
Shame on your algorithm Ca-Ca-cage!

Binary Chain In The Assets

Kleptocratic Stat Trap

J’ai toujours accordé de l’importance au texte d’une chanson, qui doit avoir, à mon sens, sa propre musicalité. C’est la raison pour laquelle j’écris en silence. Si vous souhaitez en savoir plus, n’hésitez pas à suivre les lien ci-dessous. Je vous remercie de votre passage ici, de votre écoute, de me suivre.

Jedj