Name: Cubes by L.T.T.F
Duration: 3 min 30 s
Description: This is my newest song! I hope you guys dig it! :D

"ما سبز نخواهیم شد"

آهنگ‌ساز: سالار نیک‌فال
پیانیست: ائل‌شن نصیرپور
میکس: احسان محمّدنژاد
نقّاش: فیلیپ ربستاک
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ممنون از عزیزانی که برای ساخت این اثر کمکم کردن: آقای کیهان محمّدی،احسان محمّدنژاد،ائل‌شن نصیرپور،برادرم سپهر و تشکّر از راه دور از جناب ربستاک بابت این نقّاشی قشنگی که کشیده.


این اثر تقدیم می‌شه به... .
تاریخ انتشار: ۴۰۲/۱۲/۲۳

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"We will not go green"

Composer: Salar Nikfal
Pianist: Elshan Nasirpour
Mix: Ehsan Mohammadenzhad
Painter: Philip Rebstock
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Thank you to the loved ones who helped me to create this work: Mr. Kayhan Mohammadi, Ehsan Mohammadnjad, ElShan Nasirpour, my brother Sepehr and thanks from a distance to Mr. Rebstock for this beautiful painting he drew.


This work is dedicated to...
Publication date: 2024/3/13

We Will Not Go Green/ما سبز نخواهیم شد

A fairly sparse instrumental for guitar

Guitar: Hanika Natural Doubletop - Cedar

Transparent One

High quality 24 bit Download - https://eirianlysmusic.bandcamp.com/track/the-party-has-come-to-an-end

“Party’s Come to an End” is an indie pop-rock song wrapped in bittersweet melodies. Eirianlys blends shimmering guitar tones with heartfelt vocals, capturing that fleeting moment when the lights dim, the crowd fades, and the high of the night gives way to quiet reflection. Both nostalgic and cathartic, it’s a song for anyone who’s ever felt the beauty—and melancholy—of party endings.

From the Mixed Emotions Album

Party's Come to an end

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The Party has come to an end:

Verse 1
I watched Pulp Fiction nine times in the dollar theater
Seats were cracked vinyl, the floor stuck like a heater
We mouthed the lines under flickering lights
The soundtrack played, it carried through the nights

Pre-Chorus
Everything blurred, the air was alive
The world felt crooked, but we survived

Verse 2
The 90s were humming, wired but blind
We had the internet, we just didn’t know where to find
Cell phones came with the leather and steel
The soundtrack played, it made the night feel real

Pre-Chorus
Everything blurred, the air was alive
The world felt crooked, but we survived

Chorus
I can’t tell if it mattered at all
We stayed up late, waiting for the call
The soundtrack played, it sharpened the sky
Tarantino bled into the rest of our lives
That movie bled into the rest of our lives
Verse 3
Rich folks drank Dewar’s in tailored clothes
We smoked outside, let the ash fall slow
Payphones humming like ghosts in the rain
The soundtrack played, it carried our shame

Pre-Chorus
Years keep folding, I don’t even try
The film keeps running, I just watch it rewind

Chorus
I can’t tell if it mattered at all
We stayed up late, waiting for the call
The soundtrack played, it sharpened the sky
Tarantino bled into the rest of our lives
That movie bled into the rest of our lives

Verse 4
I watched Pulp Fiction nine times in the dollar theater
Seats were cracked vinyl, the floor stuck like a heater
We mouthed the lines under flickering lights
The soundtrack played, it carried through the nights

Pre-Chorus
Everything blurred, the air was alive
The world felt crooked, but we survived

Chorus
I can’t tell if it mattered at all
We stayed up late, waiting for the call
The soundtrack played, it sharpened the sky
Tarantino bled into the rest of our lives
That movie bled into the rest of our lives


I Watched Pulp Fiction Nine Times In The Dollar Theater

VERSE 1
Watching a podcast while eating breakfast
Wasting my time
Carrying water why do I bother
Tasting the wine

Candy from strangers always in danger
Cars everywhere
Carrier pigeons failing their missions
Taking the stairs

PRECHORUS
Dry your eyes cloudy skies
Throw your pies at the sun

CHORUS
I’ve been crossing the street looking for my old friend
I’ve been cruising through town until all the roads end
I’ve been searching for gold because fools don’t pretend
I’ve been dreaming of something else

VERSE 2
Preaching to pastors slowing down faster
Breaking the bank
Trapped in a bottle feelings are coddled
Let us give thanks

Tearing up letters what crazy weather
Taking a spin
Got many questions fewer impressions 
Hope my team wins

PRECHORUS
Dry your eyes cloudy skies
Throw your pies at the sun

CHORUS
I’ve been crossing the street looking for my old friend
I’ve been cruising through town until all the roads end
I’ve been searching for gold because fools don’t pretend
I’ve been dreaming of something else

Throw Your Pies At The Sun

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The Lift 

Verse 1

You know, Joan, time’s gone and proved that Bob was right after all.
You can’t stop a war with a bloody song.
Doesn’t matter if it’s about diamonds or "blowin’ in the wind."
And let’s be honest, the diplomats are a dodgy bunch too.
Worse still, looking at the lot that came before them—they never stopped a thing.
Just faffing about, chewing the fat; yeah, that happened, but it didn’t help a bit.
​Pre-Chorus
Is the answer "blowin' on the breeze"? No, it’s not. 
We know the answer. The aggressor put in the ground—that’s the only right way out.
Too many lost? Aye, you’re not wrong there.
But we can’t count the ghosts that would’ve been if we’d done nothing at all.

​Chorus

We’re all such "decent lads," aren’t we?
For all things bright and against the bad.
Spouting absolute rubbish on the telly
While people are catching bullets.
We sing our little songs, shouting how we’re "against it all."
Preaching about love and how beauty’s going to save the world.
But down in the trench, Private Mr. X is thinking:
"Shut your sodding mouths and let me finish this war."

​Verse 2

Course, not everyone’s built to pick up a rifle.
Not everyone’s got the stomach to haul a shell.
Not every soul can patch up a wound.
Even staying in a country at war—not everyone can hack it.
But at the very least, you can take your hypocritical tripe and shove it up your backside.
Anyone can manage that much.
What’s driving you, you windbag?
Is it funk? Greed? Or some other hollow feeling?

​Chorus

We’re all such "decent lads," aren’t we?
For all things bright and against the bad.
Spouting absolute rubbish on the telly
While people are catching bullets.
We sing our little songs, shouting how we’re "against it all."
Preaching about love and how beauty’s going to save the world.
But down in the trench, Private Mr. X is thinking:
"Shut your sodding mouths and let me finish this war."

​Chorus 2 / Outro

Go on then, tell your stories of love to the mother burying her son.
Tell her how you’re "on the side of good."
Say there’s always a deal to be made, always a compromise.
Especially when you’re trapped in a lift, one-on-one with a maniac,
Who isn't satisfied with just raping you—he wants you dead as well.
Go on then, have a bash.
Try talking your way out of that.
Just try.

The Lift.mp3

This is my newest song! I hope you guys dig it! :D

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I make music on here, that's all. Thanks for checking out my stuff! 

Dropped a new album check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsQFDKlVH4E

Also in the off chance you care, profile banner is me crowd surfing at a Darkest Hour concert! They are a very sick band that's influence a lot of my song writing (along with various other bands)! You should check them out when you have a chance lol (Undoing Ruin is PEAK imo)

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