Name: big bag of weed by Jimmy GilChrist in Jimmy GilChrist
Duration: 1 min 13 s
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Jimmy GilChrist

THE BOY - RIOT OF THE MIND
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This is a cheering song for punks. Everything by myself. Main genres are Punk / Pop Punk. The moods are Energetic, Upbeat. The overall vibes are inspired by The Clash. Simplicity and passionate vocal. The sounds of guitar and bass are inspired by Green Day. I love their lively music. The goal was to make music as open as theirs. In creating, anyway, I tried to make a punk song that is simple. There's nothing difficult about the guitar, bass and drums. I would be really happy if someone heard this song and decided to start a band. The chorus is very very easy to remember! I want the audience to play loud at the party.

Lyrics : 1! 2! 3! 4!

We mustn’t forget about love
I don't need fuckin' rules
I wanna be in the sunshine
I don't ever know your shine

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

There's nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
'Cause I'm in love with you
I like to be higher than the sky
We don't need to cry now

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

We need a new riot
Riot Riot of our minds
We mustn't forget about love
We don't need our fighting glove

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

RIOT OF THE MIND

Miss You Jackie (on sax)

https://soundcloud.com/olla-de-insomnio, aka https://soundcloud.com/stranger-something sent me this wonderful instrumental track and later on also that artwork. I enjoyed a lot to write and sing along, a Big Thank You for that, it's been a great pleasure...

Please also, if you like, check out the remix:
https://soundcloud.com/stranger-something/stranger_indie_remix?si=eb3a9b7955334f7aa553d473f02c0b0d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Stranger

As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger i went 							


As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger i went
From anywhere close to somewhere
And then back to anywhere again

Well I could tell a thousand tales
Well i could tell a thousand lies

I could tell  a thousand dreams
That might not be true
Could formulate a thousand lines
You won’t believe that they’re true

Well, I could tell…
I could run a hundred thousand miles and more…

As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger i went 							

As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger i went
From anywhere close to somewhere
And then back to anywhere again…

- solo -

As a stranger i arrived
As a stranger i went
From anywhere close to somewhere
And then back to anywhere again

One thing asking myself,
Has it been true ?
Did i really run a thousand miles
Just to get hold of you ?		
One thing that i must ask again
Has that been true ?
Did i really run a thousand miles
Just to get hold of you ?				

Well, i could tell…
Well, i could tell…

Did i really run a thousand miles
Just to get hold of you ?
Did i really write a thousand lines
Then to get rid of you ?
I could run a hundred thousand miles
Well, i could run a hundred thousand miles and more
With a stone in my shoe…

Stranger (wt Stranger Something, raw edit)

In my defense, I was left unsupervised
Little by little, a little becomes a lot
Little by little, I lose my train of thought
Little by little, a little becomes a lot
Little by little, it becomes a juggernaut
I throw a rose into the abyss wondering if I have a soul
I throw a rose into the abyss to thank the monster for not swallowing me whole
Little by little, a little becomes a lot
Little by little, I ignored what I was taught
Little by little, a little becomes a lot
Little by little, I forget what I forgot

In My Defense, I Was Left Totally Unsupervised

trulomožđe(demo)

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

Useless key - 7-11-2024 translation in description

JIM ANDERS _ Jugend

well just like the title it does. it always does. thanks for listening. I'd love to hear any comments

Ends_Violently

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PALAIS PLASTIQUE
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Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Tu aimes tout, de mes essences, à mes délicieux poisons,
J’ai érigé ta puissance, de tes dires...sur tes addictions !
--
Mais tu te trompes sur ma nature et je n’ai pas ces intentions,
Tu as apposé une lecture, qui gracie bien tes ascensions.
Cette croissance a un prix, et s’entrebâillent, enfin, tes yeux.
Nulles chances infinies, cesse donc, d’y conforter tes dieux.
--
Si je suis belle énergie, me voilà donc, pieux emballages,
J'ai fait Lumières sur tes nuits, comme reproduire toutes tes images.
Comme un singe, tu copies, mon essieu et tous mes usages,
Tu fais prières aguerries, au palais plastique, tu t’engages.
--
Quand j’émaille la substance, tu traduis mondanité.
Ton torrent de mots s’agence, sans jamais dire Sincérités.
Tu sais que tu épuises les sols, incapable de te réguler,
Criant Amish a des boussoles, qui se languissent de tes progrès.
--
J’avais fini mon travail, oui, je dormais enfin au sol !
Tu as foré des entailles et pour mieux justifier ce viol,
Tu as nommé Révolution, ces siècles où Propriété
De terres, et d’Obligations, aux peuples, tu as su imposer.
--
Tu peux conspuer Pétrole, mais j’ai bien plus d’humilité,
Que toi et ceux que tu enrôles, pour mieux te coiffer de lauriers.
Nature est tendre et tolérante, pour disculper tes ambitions,
Mais cette fabrique d’âmes errantes, mène à l'asile maigre Raison.
-
Perdue alors, dans les méandres, de ton beau palais plastique,
Des tribus hémérocalles, en vain, s’usent à fleurir tes briques.
Tout le vivant t’interpelle, y compris les âmes fossiles,
Pour que l'histoire, de plus belles, retrouve un beau terreau fertile.
-
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Éblouis par mon essence, tu n’as su construire, que prisons.
Retrouve un peu ta puissance, risquant de fuir tes addictions.

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Mesdames, Damoiseau, Messieurs, Demoiselles et autres Gueux (c'est mes préférés) 
J'ai l'immense bonheur de vous présenter "Cool is Watching You"!!
Le Nouvel EP de M'Z - la version "concept en musique" de mes travaux de composition.
C'est une critique du cool social par le cool musical...

Dans cet album je m'exerce à adopter un positionnement musical "cool" et souhaite mettre en perspective les limites de cette 'posture', qu'on s'impose, socialement nous même, plus ou moins volontairement et que les réseaux sociaux favorisent largement. 
Posture qui, semble bien plus nous nuire que nous servir. 
"Cool is Watching You" est aussi un point de rencontre en musique entre Orwell et Huxley qui espère guérir le cool par le cool.

7 morceaux que je définirai plus en détails avec des mots dans les jours à suivre, pour favoriser la transe, en attendant je vous laisse le découvrir en sons avec les seuls gros titres comme pistes.

Je remercie Anesthetize Productions et Guillaume Beringer
De m'aider à la diffusion de cet album, n'hésitez pas à les suivre et allez découvrir les divers travaux qu'ils défendent.

Je remercie Pedro Coelho pour m'avoir accompagné avec grand brio sur le morceau Palais plastique et je vous conseille de le suivre également c'est un excellent guitariste et musicien et une très belle personne.

Merci également a la rue on se retrouve a 18h en attendant voilà un cadeau qui j'espère nous donnera de la force !!

Cool is watching you

Palais Plastique

FIRST THING I WANT TO SAY IS THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY MUSIC, IT MEANS SO SO SO MUCH TO ME. IM A SINGER SONGWRITER AND I PLAY GUITAR PIANO AND DRUMS MANY OTHER INSTRUMENTS. I AM IN LOVE WITH  MUSIC. I LOVE ALLL STYLES. I HAVE ALWAYS PUT OUT RAP SONGS. BUT NOW I AM REINVENTING MY STYLE AN GETTIN BACK TO MY ROOTS. WHICH WILL B ROCK AND ROLL AN THE BLUES. I LOVE MUSIC AN I KNOW YOU DO TOO IF U R EVEN ON SOUNDCLOUD, I AM OPEN TO COLLABS AN I ALSO LIKE TO WRITE FOR OTHERS. IF U WANNA TALK OR CHAT ALIL BIT JUST HIT THE INBOXXX I WILL RESPOND. FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW. AND ENJOY. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY MUSIC. I HAVE SPENT MANY HOURS WORKING ON MUSIC. FOR YOUR 5 MINUTES OF ENJOYMENT, I LOVE TO PERFORM. ALSO IF U WOULD LIKE ME TO DO A COVER OF A SONG I WILL DO IT. HIT UP THE INBOX. AND LETS B FRIENDS!!!!!!!

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