Some really big, phat, and beefy electronic sequences that you've created here for our listening pleasure !! Dope tones.

Be careful of what you bring through the portal with this stuff!!!

Your Mix 7

Recorded a little acoustic into my phone lofi and had great fun blending some orchestration for my wonderful older sister , clan chief and lionhearted ,

Aisling's Theme

Tree Of Life

crossings

Lyric:TheZuZa
Vocal:TheZuZa
Choruses: TheZuZa
Arrangement: TheZuZa
Music prod. by Athomic (contract)
Audio Language: polish

Album :
https://on.soundcloud.com/bBnEp

Playlist:
on.soundcloud.com/pJMG9
on.soundcloud.com/jn1rK
on.soundcloud.com/9STj7
on.soundcloud.com/W1RvH
on.soundcloud.com/YUrGB

Lyric after translation :

"Tralala"

In my head tralala
Those tralala of yours
Everywhere tralala
Annoying tralalalala

Just tralala
Still in my head tralala
I feel it tralala
Because it's your tralalala

I feel it...
Oh, I feel it.
Yes.
I feel it!

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

In the body tralala
It's your tralala
It burns like tralala
Tears apart tralalalalalla

I feel tralala
It draws in like tralala
I'm fading away tralalalalala

I feel it.
Oh, I feel it.
I'll go crazy.
Because I feel it! Oh!

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

Your tralala
Ignites tralala
Captivates tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala
Burns tralala
Dazes tralala
Your tralala
Tralala tralala trala la lalallalala

Tralala

Tralala (Prod.Athomic)

Kï-LOW - Bug Dance

Chicha

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

Lyrics and composition, guitar and vocals by Joliz

July 2024

Paradox of Hope

Even a desert is cold at night.
Even a cyclone is calm inside.
Even two parallels meet one time.
More than a million points form a line.

So keep your hope in the darkest of times.
Be aware that the sun always shines,
even if he's on the other side,
even if he often tends to hide.

Even Schroedinger's cat's still alive,
if you don't look too closely inside.
Even a monkey can write "Faust II",
if he gives it an infinite try.

So keep your hope in the darkest of times.
Be aware that the sun always shines,
even if he's on the other side,
even if he often tends to hide.

Paradox of Hope

Written, Arranged, Performed and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Fox Steps... Walk down on me

Simple Fascination
Walk down on me
Palace life
Program the man for me
Who is ever wandering the street
Alleyways and loss of pigment
The bars are all we walk along
Barred in as all in need

Whose legs walking over me?
Down in damp
Presence of family and piece of mind
Working over new age person
Homely and ever degrading
Left out with the mold crown

Seeking out the telegrams of World War Two grandfather
Getting less and less like his son
Ever wandering the cobblestones
Gas lamp lit
Always Chinese lanterns in the clouds
And simple fascination

Walk down on me
I stole from whom I don't even know
Damp shining with past
Good and bad memories

I walk across cattails and stones
Marshes growing into forest
For whom I know not
Waves of wind and soil wash down on me and feet
Whose legs walking over me?

Fox runs lithely with broken leg
I dream to them to tell tales
Running this side mountain path
War passed through here
Soldiers and tunnels and faces
I do not know

Walking on me
Tiny steps
Like paper pads and concepts
What you've done to me
They also know
That for me
The marsh will grow
Like simple fascination
Take a photo
Step
And take
What you owe
        May 23, 2024

Fox Steps

Available on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/7ELJfDSS9O5slDeGvDW7sl

Other streaming platforms:
https://emubands.ffm.to/lifeworthliving

Lyrics:

I’ve been chasing dreams around 
but I haven’t found
any reason to go on
all my hope is gone

I’ve cried so hard but it’s no use 
I’ve tried and tried but it’s too hard 
(to make life worth living)

There’s no one in my home 
So I’m going to die alone 
and soon I’ll be gone

I’ve cried so hard but it’s no use 
I’ve tried and tried but it’s too hard 
(to make life worth living)

I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
(I gotta I give up)

I don’t want to stay and feel this way 
I’m gonna throw it all away
I can’t stand the pain

I’ve tried so hard but it’s no use 
I’m not going to try anymore 
(to make life worth living)

My body’s just a cage
to keep my soul from running away 
it doesn’t want to stay
so I’m gonna set it free today

My body’s just a cage
to keep my soul from running away 
it doesn’t want to stay
so I’m gonna set it free today

I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I’m gonna give up

Ah-hah, ooh, state your name and business 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
Ah-hah, state your name and business 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, state your name and business
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, state your name and business
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, that’s manners

Life Worth Living

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

7-11-2024 translation in description

dope shxt thanks for comments and anyyyy reactions even hurtful ones...I need to know. lets grow together!

WHat_IT_is_and_WhaT_it_isnt

Dis my Toto.  What's ur Toto look like?

E.Mystifiti

Behringer UB-Xa

Han's Toto

PALAIS PLASTIQUE
-------
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

遊蘭 Bamboo

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Julius Granell , born in july. It has been 13 years that he lives on the Island of El Hierro, Canary Islands.origen Barcelona
There, his life and music is inspired by nature, people and animals of this region. In his home studio he works on sounds , develops and records them.
His musical evolution is based on strings and their fascinating behaviour.
After having played in several bands in Barcelona, he nowadays creates his sounds, primarily ambient, in solitary. 
contact: roskotrosko@gmail.com
https://juliusgranell1.bandcamp.com/
artwork of profile head image by stella hagemann 
https://www.instagram.com/stellahagemannn/?locale=us&hl=am-et
https://www.flickr.com/photos/132613441@N02/

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