JOHN LUDI

Repost Exchange: Rock & Metal Tracks

Another old track that's been sitting and waiting to be released. This one is the title track to the album that's gonna come in

Atomic Midnight

World Without Words 2

The Thing In The Woods Adopts A Couple Kittens (Quiet Earth Orchestra)

Brontosaurus

Brontosaurus (Quiet Earth Orchestra)

Vol02

tamayura

Go wilding go get yours
You were owed more than you know
Hanging on the beach
Scoring winter breeze
Push me 
Then I can do even more

No signs of self-destruction
No cost
No overreaction
We are living a dream

If you want greatness 
Accept yourself
Past misfortunes 
Wise up well
Calm unbothered 
Raising hell
Flush that cockroach 
Down the drain

We are 
We up for a treat

Go wilding go get yours
You deserve 
Way more than you know

The Reminder

No Cost

The first single, Looking Towards The River, from 8000 Miles’ second album, Crystal Confetti, carries us through highs and lows of searching for fulfillment of a dream.

As you may notice, the cover art harkens back to a familiar cover from 1973 and that is intentional, because Andrea and Rebecca are strongly influenced by music from that time period. Many fans of 8000 Miles’ first album, Aggregate, have remarked on that influence. The title Crystal Confetti represents the clarity 8000 Miles is honing in their duo’s style and the contrast of weighted moods and flying inspirations.

The entire album, Crystal Confetti, has been released on Bandcamp. Go to https://8000miles.bandcamp.com to check it out and follow 8000 Miles on Bandcamp to get first notices of new releases.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYc_SCxuKh0

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Credits:
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Andrea Pierantoni - percussion, guitars, production.
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Crystal Confetti

Looking Towards The River

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Playing the part, chasing so hard, climbing so far
and sending all your ego's armies
marching off to nowhere.

Sensing no fall, wanting it all, heeding the call
of this sirens sad and sorry wailing
calling out to land you
upon her rocks false promise,
her barren land of plenty.

That shining ring, these worldly things...
you're bartering your life.

Filling the hole, feigning control, pawning your soul
to be with all the moneyed people
living out their daydreams
in television splendor
in full suburban languor.

All you can get without regret,
as you forfeit your life.

Now you're some spoiled spent thing
lying in the ashes
poisoned by the nectar
of all your earthly passions.

The darkest sleep...as angels weep
you'll fight to keep your life.
And as you pass and breathe your last
might you just grasp the true meaning of life?

Rise Above or Fall Below

Filling the Hole

Filling The Hole

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They threw accusations at the air over our heads, 
we responded with sanctions, fuel for the fire we fed.
We declared an embargo, they filled the canal with mines. 
We ignored every caution, they crossed over all lines.

Feed the beast and warm its belly, 
watch it grow and grow.
Sing its praises and trumpet its virtues 
as it drags you all down below.

We called in an air strike, 
they stopped their shipments of crude. 
So we unleashed the full fury of wars unholy brood.
With no intention of winning, 
every life lost was lost in betrayal, 
but the office fills up with contracts 
when futile rockets fail.

Feed the beast and fill its belly, 
watch it swell and bloat.
Give it blood and give it bodies, 
give it tanks, napalm, and boats.

I don't expect compassion from you... 
so you won't get any mercy from me.

Imperialism and conquest: 
history is but one endless fight 
for the fool-hearted folly, 
for the financier's delight.
For who cares for tomorrow 
when the blood of today brings you power? 
They will forfeit our future 
as the dreams of the damned fully flower.

Feed the beast and drown in its belly: 
a victim of your own designs.
Pernicious and bloated and greedy and craven, 
as the hope for the future declines.

Feed the beast and stroke its belly, 
for its comfort, profit, and delight.
Then pray to your false gods and run for cover 
as it blots out the last rays of light.

Soft War

Futile Rockets Fail

Futile Rockets Fail (by John Ludi & Greg Kutcher as Soft War).

A tired old man of kindly soul
watches the broader world lose control
Pondering needs of a future unknown:
What can be learned, what can be grown.

The toll is great and the efforts ignored
and incremental things are all he can afford.
Those seeds need saving, put those books in a crate...
protect this knowledge before it's too late.

A dark ages monk scribing history,
fading words lay on a wrinkled page
the present world becomes a future mystery
found by error in a wiser age.

He tends to the smaller things:
the green ones, four-legged ones, the ones who have wings.
His own time is short and the road harsh and long,
his pride but a memory, ambitions all gone

He does what he can do
and hopes it makes a difference when all this is through.
He fights the tide, shines his tiny light
against the spreading darkness, against the growing night

The thoughtless and cruel become conventional:
barbarians squat on squalid seats of power
the damage becomes increasingly intentional,
corrupted hands ring out the darkening hour.

The cycle repeats time and again:
tidal forces beyond the weak vision of men
Unseen patterns, the ebb and flow,
all that rose so high crash below.

He will be as a ghost in the haze:
no one will remember him,
he'll pass without praise

I hope he's still out there...we need more like him

Mistakes Have Been Made

The Caretaker

09 - The Caretaker

You tried to find your way in this sad and wicked place
but all your good intentions got thrown back in your face.
Everyone eventually gets pulled into the race,
gets swallowed and digested if they don't keep up the pace.

Climbing up the ladder in this sad and wicked time,
how to get ahead is all that's on your mind.
Honesty and ethics abandoned on the way...
the payout makes it worth it: you're a richer man today.

Take the money and run, you whore. Grab what you can, find the back door.
Presidents do it, so it's ok. Deal with your conscience some other day.

[C] And go along to get along, it's what's done...right or wrong.
Don't rock the boat and don't make waves, while you're digging your own graves.

Now you are a leader in this sad and wicked land
raking in the rewards of all your greedy plans.
Rolling in the spoils of all that you could steal,
and no one dares to ask you, how do you really feel?

There is no center, nothing can hold and all your futures are bought and sold.
It doesn't matter what the rich folks do, 'cause just admit it, you'd do it too.

Do it for the money all that awesome money 
tasty yummy money happy happy money
you're worthless without money 
bad people don't like money 
what's wrong with them anyway?
They should get with the program.

Go Along to Get Along

06 - Go Along To Get Along

Trolls in the Cloud

Monolith Lies

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

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John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.