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MIL CAMINOS

No teme espera
Crea el tiempo a voluntad
Bajo el Sol o en la más negra oscuridad
Planifica el gran momento

Vive a gran distancia
Muere a gran proximidad
No avisa al explosionar
Todo atesta de metralla al estallar

Vivir es andar y en mil caminos llorar
Y... ¿Ves? Vivir es llorar
Y las lágrimas desbordan ríos que su paso inundan el lugar

No es un secreto
A la vista del que va a mirar
La oleada sendas teñirá de rojo sangre y negro

Un vital instante distorsiona el porvenir
La fe nos cuida y miente, nos obliga a sonreír
Libres de lamento en la razón

Vivir es odiar y en mil caminos gritar
Y... ¿Ves? Vivir es gritar
Y derramar los gritos en el mar de la ficción

Un barco de sueños anclado en el corazón
Llena el gran vacío de ecos de liberación atemporal

Vivir es soñar y en mil caminos errar
Y... ¿Ves? Vivir es errar
Y el precio que por error pagas es el tiempo para despertar

MIL CAMINOS

OKAY!! HERE IS THE WHOLE FINISHED SONG! IT IS NOT PERFECT!! BUT I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THIS! IT HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAV SINCE I WAS A LITTLE BITTY GIRL!!  XOXOXOXO!!!
NO BEAT/ NO INSTRUMENTAL... JUST ME SINGING IT .... I AM VERY NERVOUS AS USUAL ABOUT MY VOCALS.... I AM PRETTY HARD ON MYSELF AND I DON'T HONESTLY KNOW IF THEY OR ANY OF MY SINGING IS GOOD...AT ALL..
SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN!!

THANK Y'ALL I LOVE Y'ALL BUNCHES AND I APPRECIATE Y'ALL TKING TIME FOR ME, BECAUSE DAMNIT THAT IS VERY NICE AND KIND OF Y'ALL !!!

THANK Y'ALL SO DAMN MUCH I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL 
MUCH LOVE TO Y'ALL   XOXOXOXOXO!!!!

KRAE- "I AIN'T GOT NOBODY"--STRAIGHT VOCALS KENNA-RAE-- ROUGH DRAFT #1

Passacaglio 7

War Horse, music by amafean words uk man

Video available on YouTube - https://youtu.be/Hv4_mjd9wzg?si=scn50mCwI6KJuPwy

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Trade my time in  every day
Got spawn to feed and bills to pay
Can’t let no one lead me astray
Just stuff myself on life’s buffet
Spotlight on no place to hide
My head right down just stay onside
Elbow grease and grit applied
Stand up straight and dignified

Take my soul out from this cell
The walls close in feels like hell
Where has community gone
The days just seem to all drag on

Numb that skull with tins of ale
Them lines of beak will help you sail
To this weekend's oblivion
Back to Monday start again
Morning meeting daily whinge
Dogshit banter makes you cringe
Head is spinning patience gone
Feel that sick note coming on

Take my soul out from this cell
The walls close in feels like hell
Where has community gone
The days just seem to all drag on

I can’t stop staring at my phone
This place no longer feels like home
Follow orders like a sheep
Just twist and turn can’t fucking sleep
Head is banging make it stop
Slow this ride I’m getting off
Is anybody feeling free
And is this our true destiny

Take my soul out from this cell
The walls close in feels like hell
Where has community gone
The days just seem to all drag on

REALITORIUM

Short acoustic guitar piece, just relax.
Music, Guitars played, drums and bass programmed by Szabolcs Kontra. Release date: 2023-01-27

Where is my Longship

Where's My Longship

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Check them windows house arrest
Cargo pants and combat vest
Scopes and drones and NME
Dark airborne paparazzi
Filthy pavement glasses on
Undercover liaison
Faceless sneak will never tire
Serial info falsifier

Blue rag correspondent
Hiding in that rubbish bin
Fingers twitch upon the keys
Concoct your filthy spin

Something old or something new
Telescopic HD view
Twist and cover just one side
Populations on a ride
Doped up tranquillized by fear
Could be New York or New Year
Arguments are folded flat
Comic tales and tin foil hats   

Blue rag correspondent
Hiding in that rubbish bin
Fingers twitch upon the keys
Concoct your filthy spin

Pace and place the narrative
Target dropped over a cliff
Victim footage hideous
Feeding the vicarious
Remotely tap into the phone
Data fed back to a clone
Dig the dirt and build the cage
Guaranteed to cause outrage

Blue rag correspondent
Hiding in that rubbish bin
Fingers twitch upon the keys
Concoct your  filthy spin

HACK

Grass Market Biddy Mull

MY NEW 2023 SONG! AN ELECTRIC IRISH BALLAD ON THE LIFE OF MICHAEL COLLINS. ENJOY!   CHECK OUT AND SUBSCRIBE MY YOU TUBE CHANNEL: www.youtube.com/channel/UCQMmQZkVAOduoNsMoMqY7Kw
HERE THE LYRICS:
Born in the West Cork/in a Fenian farm/when a fighter clerk in London/
ideas radicalized/on the ashes of Easter Struggle/a leader he became/
was deported to the camp of Frongoch/he kept the rank tight for better days/what a lack of time/loving not Kitty’s swallow/on the altar of sacrifice/the big fella has to fix all the troubles/as a Bernard Shaw phrase/the tragedy of the world is/when a man full of genius/ is not a man of Honor/he changed the irish warriors/more professional/the Squad, the spies, the horrors/than a deal came out and stop the fight.

THE BIG FELLA

4 empty blisters on the dresser

to fade these hours

I don't have the recipe but

flirting with the doctor's daughter

and I don't even know what day it is

I'm in bed and I can hear it raining outside

it is the background of euthanasia

this sky that observes me and is moved moans and tears

he looks sorry and stares at the silhouette

I basically look like a corpse

the image is dramatic

 

my neglected beard soaked in drool

drips down your throat

all

blame the chemistry

and I have nothing in my hands nor a tomorrow

I have no plan or anyone to leave my legacy to

 

and even if I wanted to, I don't have shit

This cum that I dispersed was of no use

love is a time lost on a fake watch

and I also said forever then in fact it didn't count

They told me I'm crazy

and there is no contract

she understood everything suddenly

that I'm just a fool
Since that day I've been exhausted

under stress and under eviction

on xanax in check

subdued and dissatisfied

eyes red like a rat

just a nothing is enough for me to snap at you

the world falls and I don't care

I'm falling

with the mood 4 meters below the Holy Field

his stage name written in black above the marble

with worms devouring a coffin on sale

anam hermit the hermit who died of a heart attack

if in a hundred years then someone exhumes my remains

you know how I laugh

ANAM PROP

Anam Hermit    Terminal

Blue

I am a hobby guitarist. I share some of my almost finished songs. I hope you like them as much as I do.

Where's My Longship

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