WIZARD IN THE SAUCE

“WIZARD” by Kodeilly, production - https://soundcloud.com/cyberzillla

Lyrics:

You can call me however you want to
Offline all night all day all fine all life
Yeah
That's what I like 

I gonna be what I wanna be
Remember me - bad kid illy
One question:
 - What u did to be G? 

Monday or Sunday - does not matter
Work, mate
Money - we need 'em to achieve our dreams,
Mate 

Jump to the next level then another one 
Motivate people which are all around
I got no mission it's a childhood ambition

This Flow - delicious
Why do yall love me? 
Too-too-too-too-too

Too many issues I have
You don’t know me
But from now on 
You know I do rap 
(yeah I do rap)

How many flows? 
Too many 
Yeah I got them all 
Do you understand me?
Do you? 

Flowin I'm ballin'
Rhymin
You can call me "poet"

Rhythm got me doped up x2
I love the bass and big bucks

Don"t need that Visa
I travel like a wizard
Listen to my tracks 
So with royalties, I'll flex
A little 

Yeah just a little 
Busy man, facts 
I don't love cats 
Dogs
are better, facts
Time to press the pedal
Yeah the gas pedal
….
Listen to the illy
70 apt
Flow like a TT 
Obg in WaWa
Grind for guala

WIZARD

“SAUCE” by Kodeilly, production - @cyberzillla

Lyrics:

We gonna blow this shit, книга!

X2
If u wanna punch me bitch
I gonna punch u first
Sippin sippin' sippin' sippin' 
bitch im sippin' sauce!

Rappers through the years are getting getting getting worst!
Psycho crazy Kodeilly what the fuck you want?!

Trap house in my soul
Never get enough of it 
Cozy, but I also like rock-n-roll and shit
Don't stare at me I don't like you if you don't like me
Don't try to shoot, bulletproof, smoking nicotine. 

Rolling rolling rollin!

X2
Still a basic kid but I know how to hustle 
Still a basic kid but I hustle I hustle 

…
Still a basic kid but my life like a GTA
Still a basic kid but I play like it's NBA

SAUCE

Lyrics:

Fake friends, fake money, fake house, that you call home
Fake things that you're staying for...
Fake grind, fake tired, fake lines, fake gun, fake drugs, fake Rollies 
Fake gang, fake bang, fake gang bang 
Fake rap, fake love, fake sex, fake flow with a fucking fake lyrics 
Fake rappers with a fucking fake image I'm fucking tired of this shit, I'M OUT.
You're fucking stupid, that's why you're down for it, hoe.
Why you down for it? 

Fuck them, fuck you, fuck me too 
Fuck the world, fuck peace, fuck green moves
Fuck friends, fuck opps, fuck dummies 
Fuck weed, fuck clubs, fuck smarties...
Fuck wine, fuck coffee, fuck tea Fuck the word "fuck," fuck the feeling That I'm stuck 
Fuck hoes, fuck beauty, fuck norms 
Fuck Lucifer, fuck God, fuck the Bible 
Fuck hate, fuck positive, fuck the vibe 
Fuck life, fuck music, fuck the mic 
Fuck "the end," fuck the "need for survival"

Record my music not for the fame 
You'll never get what I talk about, you're lame.
All your shitty music, go pray to get paid 
I only do music when I have something to say
I'll never sign a deal, I'm good on my own 
Labels, suck a duck, I'm in love with my freedom 
Even if I be^ broke and alone, something inside
will keep me writing these songs, writing these songs. 

Fake friends, fake money, fake house that you call home
Fake things that you're staying for 
Fake grind, fake tired, fake lines Fake gun, fake drugs, fake Rollies 
Fake gang, fake bang, fake gang bang 
Fake rap, fake love, fake sex Fake flow with a fucking fake lyrics 
Fake rappers with a fucking fake image.

Thanks to my friend Annie for another cool collaboration.

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2024



Words:
I always thought I wanted to be free.
I didn’t know then how wonderful it would be
To be held captive in the web of love.

I always thought that I should stand tall
I didn’t know then the ecstasy of the fall
Into the arms of the Earthly love

I always thought that I would learn the truth
Through reaching further and further into space
Until I found I was lost its vastness,
And felt like a speck of dust with no place.
Our forefathers’ science was more holographic,
They drew a picture that was just as true
But it was also one where each could find their nest,
Where no wren could fall un-noted
And no blade of grass would go un-blessed,
And in which it's easy to find the truth:
When we hear it, it rings like a bell.

I always thought that I wanted liberation
Until I realised that I took incarnation
To be rooted in the love of Earth.

I always thought I wanted to be free.
I didn’t know then how wonderful it would be
To be captured and enraptured in the love of Earth.

Release date:
7 November 2024

Captured - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

From the forthcoming "Songs for the Swung" 

Kenton Hall: Guitars, Vocals, Percussion, Sci-Fi Organ
Brett Richardson: Bass, Theremin, Backing Vocals
Mark Haynes: Drums, Timpani
Paul Swannell: Piano and Hammond Organ
Marion Fleetwood: Strings 
Eli Mine: Harpsichord
Maxim Turev: Balalaika 


Mixed by Chris Ilett


Hello and welcome to the New World Order
Coat check’s on the right and the khazi’s round the corner
We pride ourselves on tending to your every need
But if you want to see us at our best
Show us your greed

Not that you have anything to hide
But you're under our protection once you step inside
We'll spin that dodgy deal into a feint
It's not a whitewash, it's just a little lick of paint

You see that fucker with the tape recorder
Sniffing around our local heavy arms importer
He's about to learn just what we charge for peace
But if he asks, then you're my niece

Not that I have anything to hide
There's nothing nasty lurking on my mother's side
She was an angel and my father was a saint
It's not a whitewash, it's just a little lick of paint

Naked power is a little on the nose
So we wear robes

They say we're privileged members of a secretive elite
And anyone who crosses us goes swimming in concrete
That's not necessarily without a grain of truth
But it's more about the leather 
and the Mickey Finn vermouth

Not that we have anything to hide
But we'd like to see you live without what we provide
A spit and polish job from tip to taint 
It's not a whitewash, it's just a little lick of paint

We will see you right
We dote upon our acolytes
But should you let us down
We'll put you in the ground

Lick Of Paint

One Hell of a Woman
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdWy2xVW/
Produced by Kevin Croner
lyrics:
V1:
Did you trade your soul
To be this kind of a woman
My pick-up line to you
Back when those lines were common
So much has changed with time
but one thing stays the same

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thanks to you

V2:
We had our ups and downs
Quite rough at times with each other
Somehow we made it through
Just as good as the others
So much has changed with time
But one thing stays the same

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thanks to you

Bridge:
Although your days now seem numbered,
Your mind appears even stronger and sharper
I would have lost myself to darkness
but your clear brown eyes keeps me sane

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thank you!

One Hell Of A Woman

One Hell of a Woman

Uptempo rock song written arranged & produced by John Hardman
JH - vocals, guitars
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Monkey Fool - John Hardman

🎵 Title: Chirping Dreams
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 02:42
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Lo-Fi / Ambient / Jazz / 
🎧 Mood: Nostalgic, Dreamy, Relaxed
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📝 Description

"Chirping Dreams" is a serene Lo-Fi Jazz journey where mellow piano and guitar chords meet gentle bird song and soft beat. Immerse yourself in its warm, nostalgic atmosphere as fluttering melodies and organic field recordings blend seamlessly. Perfect for study sessions, cozy mornings, or winding down at dusk, this soothing track paints a dreamy soundscape that invites calm reflection and inspired daydreams.

🎼 Key: H-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: 90 bpm

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Chirping Dreams

Rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - Lead guitar, keys
Chris Glover - Drums
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
Artwork - Tristan Greatrex
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Round & Round (Instrumental)  - Beats Working

Failed to Fake it

Say it how it should be

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Reflections

The lovely poem "The Perfect Woman" by William Wordsworth is worth(!) another musical arrangement. Here it is. 

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