When there is a wind, she shakes her head. She is dancing.

Love

Wildflower

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Dive into the raw reality of "The Fall | Genesis 3," where ancient betrayal meets modern street struggle. Produced by Marc Wondah, this track unpacks the curse of false hope and the heavy cost of a single bite that changed everything. With gritty lyrics and a relentless beat, experience a modern retelling of Genesis that challenges the game of survival on the concrete jungle. Embrace the pain, hustle through the loss, and rise above.

lyrics

(Chorus)
"Snake talk, false hope, got ‘em losin’ they way,
Took a bite, lost it all, now they fight every day.
Out the garden, out the game, now they grind just to eat,
Ain’t no love in the struggle, only wolves in the street."

(Verse 1)
I seen it happen before, same play, same scheme,
Snake whisper in your ear, sellin’ you a false dream.
Told Eve, "Shorty, why you listen to the laws?
Go taste that fruit, be a boss, no more flaws."

She took a bite, passed it off like a pack flip,
Didn’t know the price, ‘til the spot got lit.
Now they eyes wide open, know the game too well,
Lost the crib, lost the plug, now they walk through hell.

God pulled up like, "Where y’all at?"
They was hidin’ in the cut, knew they couldn’t fall back.
Tried to play it off, blame shiftin’ like the block do,
Snake in the mix, but the blame on you.

(Chorus)
"Snake talk, false hope, got ‘em losin’ they way,
Took a bite, lost it all, now they fight every day.
Out the garden, out the game, now they grind just to eat,
Ain’t no love in the struggle, only wolves in the street."

(Verse 2)
Now the curse hit heavy, pain in the grind,
Ain't no more handouts, gotta hustle to shine.
Eve feel the labor, streets feel the weight,
Every move now taxed, gotta carry that fate.

Adam in the field, breakin’ bread by the sweat,
Like a youngin’ on the ave, tryna pay off the debt.
No more easy flips, gotta struggle for a plate,
And the block don’t love you, it just deal out fate.

Snake got clipped, on his belly he crawl,
Same way a snitch fall when he tell on it all.
Now the war never ends, man against beast,
Streets against kings, survival at least.

(Chorus)
"Snake talk, false hope, got ‘em losin’ they way,
Took a bite, lost it all, now they fight every day.
Out the garden, out the game, now they grind just to eat,
Ain’t no love in the struggle, only wolves in the street."

(Verse 3)
They got kicked to the curb, angels holdin’ the steel,
Like the gates of the trap house, locked up for real.
Lost the garden, lost the trust, lost the way,
Now they walk through the jungle where the wolves hunt prey.

Every L got a lesson, every move got a cost,
Every king lost his crown when he play like a boss.
Ain’t no reset, no love in the bricks,
Just a world full of pain where the strong get rich.

But the plan still movin’, He ain’t lettin’ us rot,
Had to fall to the bottom just to rise to the top.
Street tales from the past, still echo today,
Same sins, same pain, just a different display.

(Chorus – Outro)
"Snake talk, false hope, got ‘em losin’ they way,
Took a bite, lost it all, now they fight every day.
Out the garden, out the game, now they grind just to eat,
Ain’t no love in the struggle, only wolves in the street."

Genesis Chapter 3: The Fall

PUSH2START

Lyrics:

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire, no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick

I hang with my twin, I’m with my kin, I’m with my friends 
Way that I’ve been moving yeah my shit in high demand.
I got fucking fans that been jumpin out the stands.
And if I want you gone I do it one move of the hand
This shit could get tricky 
Picky girl lil bitchy, I might call her icky Vicky 
Got my mousekatool up in this club house like I’m Mickey 
The way that I’ve been feining for this paper got me itchy 

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire, no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick

My bitch hold my pole, and she been sucking my soul 
My bitch got pink toes, I put that bitch in rolls 
Heard that boy a troll, I made him pay that toll 
That bitch might get lucky
We fucking in a benz or we fucking in a trucky 
Suck it like a slushee, this shit could get ugly 
We could make amend or get to slashing like we Chucky 

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire , no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick
(Got me fucked up)

100RACKS

VISION 4

Pues llevo tiempo con la instrumental realizada esperando que alguien me la cantara. Como no hubo candidato/a, al final opté por hacerlo yo....y ha quedado genial. Espero os guste, os recuerde y diverta.
TODOS LOS INSTRUMENTOS Y VOZ: Manuel de la Flor
DAW: Cubase 14 pro.
Plugins: Tanto de Steinberg, como de Native Instruments.
Mastering: Izotope. Ozone 11.

37 GRADOS (Radio Futura) cover by DELAFLOR

The football season is up and running in the uk and there will be many arguments about how much time is spent watching it.
Men & women up & down the country not getting then household chores/diy jobs done In favour of going to the game or down the pub to watch it. Living it, breathing it and talking about it . 
It’s about comparing relationships to a football match and who gets the upper hand when the arguments start. A little tongue in cheek but let’s play political football…
And see who wins……


Let’s play political football 
Your the nine and it’s kick off time 
My side seems to never matter 
Let’s play political football
I’ve gone and suffered another fracture 

There’s a hunger in you for more 
Always wanna be the one who scores 
Running around with your shirt on your head 
The best thing we have seen  since sliced bread 
Your the number 9 
And it’s ko time 
Your the number 9 
About to Cross the line 

Let’s play political football x2
Your the number 9 
And it’s kick off time 
Your the number 9
About to cross the line 
Let’s see if we can make to half time 

Let’s play political football 
Your the number 9 
And it’s kick off time 
I try and find a way to walk this back ………….
For you it’s 3 points in the onion bag

Lead break 

Let’s play political football x2
Your the number 9 
And it’s kick off time 
Your the number 9 
About to cross the line 
Another yellow before half time 

Outro 
Let’s play political football
Your the number 9 
And it’s now full time

Political Football ~ Conscience Of Kings

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill 

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Fender Stratocaster
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- percussion, VST flute, and production editing
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl --  vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

This song began more than a year ago, when Josh created a song out of a looper beat with his four string fretless bass. It sat on the shelf until a few weeks ago, when he shared it with JJ, who was in creative mode one Saturday evening. Josh had actually forgotten that he'd added a bass line to it, and thought he was just passing on a looper beat for JJ to play with. 
  However, JJ heard it, and was so excited that added his magical electric piano part, making it sound like a real song, instead of just drums and a bass. Ken also heard some magic in here, because he came up with his own brilliant beat to replace the looper that was used in for the seed. Mark was next to throw in, adding the striking drum pattern breakdown, and the thrilling flute solo, as well. Tez came in shortly after, adding his thrilling guitar to the mix. After everyone had added their parts, Josh came back and added two guitar parts, the simple low end line, as well as the high strumed triads. At this stage, Mark did some editing, as it is in his skill set, and made it less dense and easier to listen to. 
  Now that the song was musically complete, out newest member, Carl, dropped the amazing vocals you hear, singing his original lyrics. After Carl was done sprinkling his magic in it, we needed an able producer to bring out the magic of the recordings. Good thing we have a trained producer to do the job in Stephen, who mixed and mastered it superbly, as always. 
  This is Eclectic Collective's first fore into the afrobeat genre, although a few of us are really big fans already, and Josh has a few other originals in this genre buried on his page, as well. As always, we all enjoyed the process of hearing this one come together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:Juice our Jah
Chalice of chime
Shooting star
Great rhythm
There's blood in the brine

Suture Sun
Grand heaven high
'Some clan gone cruel
Needing collective eye

Eclectic host
Hoist our hale
Mused healing feast
Musical breeze as gale

Afro beat
Oh melody sweet
Beat afro
Show us where to go

Kalakuta Kingdom (Eclectic Collective)

A intensidade que meu pensamento
Que me leva até você é tão forte
Que não te esqueço
Momentos assim tão marcantes aprimoram o que eu conheço
E desconheço

Não é que eu queira pensar
Que um dia tudo vai ser diferente
Mas é bom relembrar
Momentos que nos libertam
E nos trazem a alegria de amar

Momentos são presentes que você me traz
Momentos com você é bom relembrar

Momentos, momentos, momentos, me desconheço!

Vocais: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Momentos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn3FVADBoNY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn3FVADBoNY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn3FVADBoNY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn3FVADBoNY

LUCKI - GEEKED (ICE$HEN REMIX)

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