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After a few cold dark nights in a part of the country I rarely find myself in, a fever set in which only broke as these lyrics and backing instrumentation coalesced.

Production by: Ljazz Beats (@ljzz)

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BELIEVED IN Instrumental (prod. By Ljazz Beats)

Jens-jJoel & Magnus.    https://youtu.be/hm4YwIxXsHE

Dogshit Street

old hybrid music concept model (1999), with recovering and mastering trying.. 🙏😅

platinum intro

Up Side Down

Loop Out Of Blue

The time we are given in this life is the crosswalk of our crossing. This song is part of the Mediterrâneo sequence.

PASSADEIRA

Parei o carro, que a passadeira é para parar.
Principalmente quando é um velhinho a atravessar.
Tremem-lhe as pernas, na tentativa de acelerar o passo minúsculo.
E eu até duvido que ele vá chegar ao outro lado,
a qualquer rua, a qualquer lugar.
Falta-lhe o tempo num mundo feito para circular.
E ele sacode o corpo, na tentativa de me acenar,
a agradecer-me a paciência do meu esperar.
E fez-se tarde, e eu vou ter mesmo que acelerar nesta viagem,
rumo a um futuro crepuscular,
que cruza a estrada de um deus que espera sem me apitar,
porque a minha vida vida é a passadeira do meu passar.

E fez-se tarde no meu passar.
Tremem as pernas no meu passar.
Tropeça o passo no meu passar.
E Deus à espera... 
É a passadeira do meu passar.

CROSSWALK
I stopped the car, the crosswalk is there for me to stop.
Especially when it's a frail old man crossing.
His legs tremble, in an attempt to accelerate the tiny steps.
And I even doubt he'll make it to the other side,
to any street, to anywhere.
He's short of time in a world made to circulate.
And he shakes his body, trying to wave at me,
to thank me for the patience of my waiting.
And it's getting late, and I'm really going to have to speed up on this trip,
towards a twilight future,
that crosses the road of a god who waits without horning at me,
because my life is the crosswalk of my crossing.

And I'm getting late in my crossing,
my legs trembling as I cross,
my steps stumbling as I cross.
And God just waiting for me,
because it's the crosswalk of my crossing.

Loop Out Of Blue

The fifth Beetle