Fleeting

#90sHIPHOP #Funk #Mellow
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MPC3000を使わないでStudio Oneで作りました。
I made it in Studio One without using the MPC3000.
無断使用禁止です。BGMで使われる方等、
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#102 Nov. 02, 2023

A very heartfelt and personal song, dedicated to those who are no longer with us. We've all lost someone we love, and with this song, we tried to translate that feeling into words and music.
For you, who have returned to being what you were before you were born! Thank you for helping us become who we are.❤️
https://www.tiktok.com/@beatingedge/video/7423058230705769761
https://ffm.to/memories-of_you
Released on major streaming platforms on September 9, 2024.
©2024 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

In the silence of the night
I feel your presence near
A love that's so profound
A bond that's crystal clear
Every note that I play
Every word that I sing
Is a tribute to your spirit
Like an angel's whispering

I remember your touch
So gentle and so kind
Your voice like a lullaby
Forever in my mind
Though you're no longer here
Your love will never die
With every song I write
You'll be right by my side

Oh
These memories of you
They carry me on
Through the darkest of nights
And the breaking of dawn
With every word I sing
And every note I play

In the echoes of the past
I find solace in your embrace
Your essence lingers on
In every melody I chase
Through the shadows of the night
Your spirit guides my way
In the depths of my soul
Your love will always stay

In the echoes of the past
I find solace in your embrace
Your essence lingers on
In every melody I chase
Through the shadows of the night
Your spirit guides my way
In the depths of my soul
Your love will always stay

I see you in the stars above
And in the whispers of the breeze
Your memory's a beacon
That guides me through the seas
Though time may pass us by
And seasons come and go
Your love remains eternal
A flame that continues to glow

Oh
These memories of you
They carry me on
Through the darkest of nights
And the breaking of dawn
With every word I sing
And every note I play
I'll keep your memory alive
In my heart you'll forever stay

You will live forever
in my mind
and in my heart 

Oh
These memories of you
They carry me on
Through the darkest of nights
And the breaking of dawn
With every word I sing
And every note I play
I'll keep your memory alive

In my heart
you’ll forever
stay

Memories of you

Memories of You

Untapped IPG1 & Paploviante
This is an open invitation for a collab from Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
Vocal and Lyrics:
Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/untapped-voxes-92-bpm
Music:
Paploviante
Lyrics:
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going —-in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Break the game down--it's a new map Flow so rich--- better check that NASDAQ Eyes on the prize---go the full lap concrete jungle---stuck in the trap
[Verse] From the alleys to the skyline---watch us elevate Living large in the boroughs where we demonstrate Every word a heavy weight--- every rhyme we detonate New York state of mind---watch the Empire State
We on a mission---ain't no intermission, snap back Murals on the walls--- street art on the subway track Ambition in the air, we the kings--- claim the throne Spittin' bars like bullets--- in this zone--- we at home
Icons of the asphalt--- legends in the flesh Droppin' beats so heavy--it’s poundin' in your chest From the 5 boroughs--anthems——- on full blast Queens to the Bronx-- Brooklyn —-movin' fast Elevate the hustle---the spirit never cracks Struggle in the verses —-resilience on the—— tracks

Untapped - IPG1 and Paploviante

The General Lee

For An Angel

#145 Caboo - Simulator 2024 Techno Tuesday NRG RADIO 012

We’re Walking The Tight Rope2

The Cyber Prison of Tommy Zygote In the neon-lit corridors of Cyber Prison 3078, where the cries of the guilty echoed through digital walls, one figure commanded the darkness: Tommy Zygote, a time traveler from a band called Thrashing Zombies. He was not only a guard but also the architect of fear, the conjurer of terror dreams that haunted each prisoner in their electric confines. Each day, he danced between timelines and nightmares, weaving unique horrors based on the crimes that had brought these individuals to their fate. Tommy was a master of psychological manipulation, using advanced technology to delve into the minds of the inmates. At the time of arrival, he meticulously analyzed their backgrounds and transgressions. For a thief, the terror dream would materialize as a never-ending chase through a labyrinth of security systems, facing endless obstacles and guards, only to always be captured at the last moment. For a murderer, the nightmare transformed into a harrowing replay of their crime, relived with a growing sense of powerlessness as they witnessed the victim's face in their final moments, over and over again. Each terror dream was devised not only to punish but to break the spirit of the prisoners. The digital realm fed off their fears, manifesting scenarios tailored to their psychological profiles. Tommy Zygote had access to vast databases that cataloged every crime in detail, allowing him to combine facts and fantasies into immersive experiences that tormented the soul. He relished in the creations, knowing that each prisoner would wake battered and terrified, their resolve crumbling away with every cycle. The prison’s organ systems were meticulously designed to prevent shock and demise. When a prisoner entered their dream state, beta blockers were administered to control heart rates, ensuring that even the most fearful of their waking moments would not lead to a fatal event. Monitors scanned vitals constantly, feeding data to the system, which adjusted the intensity of dreams dynamically. If a heart rate spiked too high, the horror would fade into something less distressing, a cruel twist allowing them to survive the terror for another day. The feeding regimen was equally controlled and grim. Each prisoner sustained on a blend of macronutrients delivered through a gastro tube, thin and persistent, allowing for continuous nutrition to maintain physical health while simultaneously stripping away any dignity. A tracheostomy facilitated breathing, enabling the prisoners to inhale and exhale a sterile, filtered air that was devoid of comfort. The design was mechanical, emphasizing the inhumanity of their containment. Sanitation in this high-tech prison was handled with a strict regimen designed to minimize human interaction. An anal tube collected feces, ensuring that every biological need was monitored, while a catheter allowed for urine collection. The result was a clinical, dehumanizing environment devoid of physical autonomy. The prisoners knew they were reduced to mere subjects in a dark experiment orchestrated by an unyielding guardian. Tommy Zygote thrived on this power. To him, control of life and death was not just a task; it was an art form. Every terror dream had an audience, a public viewing option allowing anyone to log on and watch the horrors unfold in real-time. Spectators relished the grim entertainment as they observed the vibrant displays of angst, voyeuristic pleasure derived from the suffering of the condemned. Beneath the chaotic atmosphere, Tommy Zygote became an icon of fear, a living testament to the dystopian legacy of a society that had traded humanity for security. Yet, within Tommy’s intriguing persona lingered the soul of a musician—the Thrashing Zombies’ time traveler—haunted by the remnants of a shattering past. Each prisoner’s story echoed in his mind, a reminder of the thin line between performer and spectator, creator and destroyer.

Fleeting

Limerence