Name: Dark Quest by Johnny Nata in Re-Posts 2
Duration: 2 min 3 s
Description: One of my heavier tracks...little experiment

Nice sounds, like the loose free-flowing structure.. cool stuff

Double track them guitars to get them wide with the track. Should be right in front of your snare

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Fungus

Legendary Rider

One of my heavier tracks...little experiment

Dark Quest

The pale moon which illuminates,
the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity, will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. 
To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek.
Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. 
Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. 
In space. 

See, if I give you the best of me.
You'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below. 
You only trust the ones you know. 
The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self-absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. 
Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. 
Too late?

Well, if I can not count your sheep.
How'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows, though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Daughter of Humanity [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

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New album by Ruffington Rabbit is out on 4/20!  "Welcome to the Farmyard"

Frogs with goggles on trippin' on LSD!!!

(Verse 1) In the heart of the swamp where the fireflies glow, Frogs rev their engines, ready to go. Dune
buggies roar, through the slimy muck, In a race for dominance, fueled by luck. (Pre-Chorus) The crowd
gets rowdy, with a lusty cheer, As frogs place bets, fueled by beer. They wager their skins, on the fastest
ride, In this wild race where egos collide. (Chorus) Racing through the swamp, in a dune buggy spree,
Frogs with goggles on, trippin' on LSD. Engines roaring loud, the ribbits are getting bizarre, In this
tripped out wacky race, we ride amongst the stars! (Verse 2) Mud-splattered chaos, under the moon's
glow, Frogs take the lead, putting on a show. Drifting around curves, with ballsy moves, In a race where
winners make daring grooves. (Pre-Chorus) The spectators holler, with a raunchy shout, As they watch
their favorites, tear it all out. With each lap completed, the tension heightens, As they gamble on winners,
with desires whiten. (Chorus) Racing through the swamp, in a dune buggy spree, Frogs with goggles on,
wild and free. Engines roaring loud, through the murky night, In this amphibian race, they'll put up a
fight! (Bridge) As the checkered flag waves, and winners are found, The swamp comes alive, with a
primal sound. Frogs leap in joy, in a hedonistic spree, In celebration of their swampy victory. (Verse 3)
But the party's just starting, it's time to unwind, As they gather 'round fires, in a frenzied mind. With
swamp water cocktails, and firefly light, They indulge in pleasures, throughout the night. (Pre-Chorus)
The losers and winners, come together in delight, In this swampy bacchanal, 'til the morning light. They
raise their glasses, to racing and fun, In this debaucherous revelry, until they're done. (Chorus) Racing
through the swamp, in a dune buggy spree, Frogs with goggles on, tripping on LSD. Engines roaring loud,
through the murky night, Tripping through dimensions, in a psychedelic plight (Outro) So here's to the
frogs, and their wild dune buggy ride, In the heart of the swamp, where passions collide. With engines
roaring and mud flying high, They'll keep racing on, 'neath the lustful sky! (Chorus) In this chemical
playground, we're feeling free, In a whirlwind of sensation, for all to see. With each touch and each taste,
we'll explore the unknown, In this swampy wonderland, where pleasures are shown. (Verse 1) Under the
strobe lights, the scene comes alive, As frogs hop and sway, in a psychedelic dive. With each dose and
each hit, we're pushing the brink, In this chemically-charged carnival, where we drink. (Chorus) High on
the buzz, and soaring on trips, Frogs with goggles off, licking psychedelic drips. With pills and powders,
we're on a wild ride, In this swampy frenzy, we'll let nothing hide. In the moonlit swamp, where secrets
abide, Amphibians feeling all kinds of wide-eyed. With psychedelic hues, in their minds they're rode,
Through realms unseen, where reality's strode. The night becomes a canvas, where dreams unfold, In the
psychedelic journey, where stories are told. They dance with the stars, in a cosmic waltz, As their minds
unravel, in psychedelic vaults. (Chorus) High on the buzz, and soaring on trips, Frogs with goggles off,
licking psychedelic drips. With pills and powders, we're on a wild ride, In this swampy frenzy, we'll let
nothing hide.

Froggies' Wild Ride

Cocoa

Una cancion hecha en el momento justo.  Accion y reaccion la realidad dell mundo hoy.

Accion y Reaccion

Whispers of Yesterday

Something in the air

"Flying High" is an uplifting instrumental track that takes you on a journey of empowerment and freedom. With its soaring melodies, dynamic rhythms, and expansive tones, this collaboration between Ladat and Mark Henes captures the essence of rising above challenges and embracing limitless possibilities.

Whether you're chasing dreams, finding inspiration, or simply looking to escape into the music, "Flying High" is your perfect soundtrack to feel unstoppable. Close your eyes, let the music take over, and get ready to soar.

Guitar collaboration: Mark Henes (@markhenes, https://www.markhenes.com/)
Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by @a7-recording-studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Flying High (feat. Mark Henes)

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Poodle Man (feat. Nils)

You'll be my weakness right 'til the Bitter End.

Bitter End

All I Have

Lights Down Low

Give Me something beautiful

NIB BLACK SABBATH KOVAH OF THE GODZ

Fast asleep we lay dreaming
underground far from the gleaming
of the sun, seemingly stronger...
I hear its call to rest no longer

My breathing quickens, the air has thickened,
I'm slightly sickened

Open my eyes inside my chamber,
somethings awry...a sense of danger.
I read the screens then wake the others,
all my kin, sisters and brothers.

Embraces, greetings, a wordless meeting,
all too fleeting.

Consensus reached in milliseconds,
the fault was ours was what we reckoned.
Our sense of time clearly in error,
and while we slept there grew a terror.

Beyond their station without cessation, our fell creation...

multiplied far and wide and climbed too high
with witless pride,
devoured the land, forests to sand, with greed so grand,
a plague called Man.

We rise above the miles that hid us,
the Earth itself, her sufferings bid us.
In shock we see her torn and soiled...
our verdant Earth toxic and spoiled.

We watch them break her, watch them unmake her...
and they could take her

all the way to her grave, all her fields paved
and nothing saved.
The air has turned and she could burn. There's no return
once life is spurned.

Hovering above all cloaked and silent,
we can't adjust a beast so violent.
A vote is held...not one dissension,
to cleanse the world of our invention:

“Man the builder”...the poison-spiller,
the planet-killer.
We will break them, we will unmake them...
we will take them...all away.

Rage

Earth

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“Life is  a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
                                                                                               [William Shakespeare]

Just your enthusiastic music lover who loves making instrumental pieces of music for a hobby with his guitar and other handy instruments....Peace and Love!

Dark Quest

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