Name: Lust Is by john peart
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: Female vocal track with ambience and a twist.

Beautiful guitar and the lady has a lovely voice.

Oh, such a sweet track. It gave me joy, thank you for that and thank you for your support. Greets from Belgium.

A beautiful and pieceful work. Thank you for this song.

(Yet another plea for people to wake up and take control of their destinies -- are you sick of them yet? It was supposed to sound like AC/DC, but got skewed along the way.)

Say hello to the Oh-Ohs
(All the mass marketed hype)
Time to break out the No-Doz
(Stay awake for all the tripe)
Devolution in full effect
(Keep it in stereotype)
What else could we expect?

CHORUS:
We’re being spoon-fed
Continually misled
And we enjoy it
The world’s a stage
Fake life’s the rage
And we employ it

It’s a brave new world of extremes
(Grab your joystick — choose your side)
A set of prefabricated dreams
(CorpoGovGod will decide)
Controlled convenience rules the day
(Sit back — enjoy the ride)
New Dark Ages sweep us away

We’re living in a self-inflicted haze
Let’s be bad rats and jump out of the maze!

CHORUS:
We’re being spoon-fed
Continually misled
Rise above it
The world’s a stage
Fake life’s the rage
Tell them to shove — it!

New World Disorder

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
:
You can throw away your past, but the devil gently finds ways to bring it back...  Devil's Timepiece is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The fourth tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville

Devil's Timepiece
:
Traces of smoke
Lingering soft hope
Words spit like flames
under the up-town train
Together alone
through the heat summer storm

Yes it is…
faded away
No it ain't…
the way it should stay

Church bells of peace
The devil's timepiece
Once in a while
love speaks, to the right one
'Til then I pray at the station
Penn the hymn to the speeding train

Yes it is…
No place to stay.

I saw the city lights
turn dusty moon 

I saw the blue gas-light
split the summer sky

(Yes it is…)
Last place I'll stay
No it ain't…
the only doorway

Oh, gentle violence
Time will rewind it

Oh, blame the summer wind
Sound the sirens

Who will write this down?

Buy on Bandcamp

devil's timepiece [ft. 4catsncoffee]

FeelBetter

A little bit of kindness 
Spread throughout the day
Guaranteed to make it better
In each and every way

You don’t have to be a martyr
Don’t have to be a star
Reach out to one another
Wherever you are

You’ll feel better 
When you 
treat one another like you’re…
Sister and brother

Yea there’ll be some that
Just not to friendly
They’ll make hard just to
Get through the day
But you don’t have to
Pay them no mind no
Let all their griping go 
Right down the drain

You’ll feel better 
When you 
treat one another like you’re…
Sister and brother

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wha wha wha ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Now you don’t have to worry no 
Cause it’s so easy to do
Just be kind to everyone and
They’ll do the same for you

Then there will be

Good times feeling fine
Free and easy
Nothing going to ruin the day
Sunshine on my mind
Bright and breezy
Blowing all the dark Clouds away

You’ll feel better 
When you 
treat one another like you’re…
You’ll feel better 
When you treat one another like you’re
Sister and brother
When you treat one another
Like you’re Sister and brother

FeelBetter

"Bartender Song (Sittin' at a Bar)" is a song by Rehab. It was released in May 2008 as the third single from their fourth album, Graffiti the World (2005). It was the band's first single to chart on the Billboard Hot 100, at #64.

This Cover is by Robert Brogan! Thanks for listening.

Drinking Problem

Sittin' at a Bar (Rehab) Cover song

Live performance of this song you YouTube: https://youtu.be/OJq2PmSBs2U
Mastered by Woods Studio Mixing and Mastering. Check them out here on Soundcloud - @woods_studio
Who’s losing now
Who’s passed out on the floor
So lost since we’ve been found
The love is here no more 
Dizzy over hang
The in between’s a blur
I swear I was not wrong 
The fruit we ate was pure 
She was an angel
She was an angel strangled tempted by the demons’ escape 
I can’t breathe I break with every move you make
I can’t breathe I break with every sip you take 
I can’t breathe I break each vile a mistake
I can’t breathe I break it’s all that I can take the demons escape
I know, where does time go walked for miles passed right by ohhh she was an angel 
Who’s losing now 
The love is here no more

Mastered by Woods Studio Mixing and Mastering. Check them out here on Soundcloud - @woods_studio

Demons Escape

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

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Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

Watch me perform this song live on GMAY's SHINEFEST www.youtube.com/live/fKb21owkOV4?…=FfrG-q582eHRw5si
This song is also the victim of my first video attempt - I have a lot to learn about making videos but you can check it out here: https://youtu.be/nTNOSvoCp1U?si=k23Rfdpvul4YtGbI
Take our time in the road
cause we ain't got nowhere to go
but only up from here after an all time low and if I thought you'd care I'd say I love you but we'll just close our eyes and let go
Leave me baby
Hold me maybe
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Hatred breeding out of control
while blessed with what some will never know
Can't take that back after what you say when its in the past you'll regret someday and give anything to be here again
Leave me baby
Hold me maybe
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Hold me baby you drive me crazy
I'm not going anywhere but if you want to leave you can go right now
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Mastered by Woods Studio Free Mixing and Mastering: https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio       
All of the music on this song performed on Roland Jupiter 80 - endorsement please.

8/11/23

Up From Here

Parasite

Voyager 1 took off from Earth in 1977 and continues to travel across the solar system. However, around 2030, the life of the batteries that provide the thrust will run out, and communication with Earth will be cut off. 

(Lyrics)
Pointing to the constellations shining in the sky
I'm thinking about the never-ending journey
The distance between you is the wake of her monitor
Lonely time, a lonely world

An endless story you are spinning

Freed from gravity and limits
what are you thinking about
At a speed of 17 kilometers per second
You flew away carrying hope

Leaving our future in the past

An endless story you are spinning
Leaving our future in the past

Goodbye,VOYAGER／Laikadog Infinity（feat.Synthesizer V 京町セイカAI）

Suicide Prevention Hot Line     1 800 273 8255   Once you're gone, you're gone forever....there's no chance to change The End.

THE END MIXX 1 100719 WIP - M3NT 01 - 01

Female vocal track with ambience and a twist.

Lust Is

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