I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

Karma Boy (feat. All Wick No Wax)

I Don’t Belong (cover)

Paranoid Parrots

Verse 1]
Truth is a light,
guiding you down that shadowed street.
Truth is a weight,
but it sets your heavy mind free.
You can feel it burn,
but still it helps you see —
the road ahead is yours to keep.

⸻

[Verse 2]
There comes a time,
when truth must rise and speak.
Not from the skies,
but deep inside your feet.
I walked that path,
kept my eyes on the line —
never looked back, but still lost time.

⸻

[Refrain – soulful layered vocals]
Ooh… truth is the light,
won’t let you hide.
Carries your soul,
opens your mind.
You wear it proud,
you speak it clear —
Truth is the reason you’re still here.

⸻

🎵 [Instrumental bridge – guitar lick / muted trumpets / vibraphone accents]

⸻

[Verse 3 – call & response optional]
Hands on the way, some give, some take —
you learn what’s real, you feel what’s fake.
You walk alone but never numb,
you skip the shortcuts, you don’t run.

⸻

[Verse 4 – reflective, soft dynamics]
The path is long, your days are few,
but it’s all yours, this road is you.
And those who walk beside your flame,
they’ve got a place inside your name.

⸻

🎶 [Final refrain]
Ooh… truth is the light,
not just a spark.
Shines through the noise,
burns in the dark.
You hold it close,
you give it wide —
Truth walks with you, stays by your side.

⸻

[Outro – ad libs]
Yeah… mmm…
Truth walks with you… ohhh…
Stay in the fight…
Don’t lose your light…

“truth is your light forewer”

Building on the simple bassline, we created a song worthy of a road movie. Some say the bassline is reminiscent of the Peter Gunn theme. Others think it's more of a B-52's song. What do you think? Unfortunately, it was winter, so we had to shoot the video in the rehearsal room at Castalian Spring instead of on the road. You can find the video here: https://youtu.be/VFsxCh19Enc?si=CgsvbunCHgd0Qe2y

Glass Eye

My Time Travel Songs Do Not Make Sense

I Got Stuck in a Century with No Snacks

If Death came to visit me today, or even tomorrow,
do not dim yourself in sorrow, nor close your windows.
I have left crumbs of light in the mornings,
on the stones I stepped upon,
and in the beautiful things I beheld,
in the flowers I caressed with my eyes;
there, without searching for me, you will find me, like a lotus bloom.

I will spill into every drop of rain,
into the blackbird’s first song,
into the white foam that kisses the cliffs.
You will find me in the trembling of the leaves,
in the caress of a wind you do not know,
in a smile whose owner you cannot name.

Sing, brother, sing;
dance, sister, dance,
for my soul does not say farewell,
it only changes its path.
Seek me in the music of the world,
and you will find me whole.

I will be like the Little Prince from distant stars,
who departed without sorrow, who let himself fall
and crossed the horizon like a flaming arrow
to his true home.
And in the night I will be your star:
when you lift your gaze,
I will laugh, blushing, twinkling like the constellations.

When I leave this earth,
do not shroud yourself in mourning.
Turn the day into a feast,
dress in finery and let love shine
with the vibrant colors of joy.
Dance to the rhythm of my music and the tides,
and there, in love,
we will meet again.

Sing, brother, sing;
dance, sister, dance,
for my soul does not say farewell,
it only changes its path.
Seek me in the music of the world,
and you will find me whole.

If Death came to visit me today, or even tomorrow

No Applause No Thanks

Fro Yo rebels tonight

Castles On A Screen

Para comunicarte, mi correo: maritecamacho@gmail.com

Biografía:
Marité Camacho es una productora musical argentina que ha explorado y reinventado su arte desde sus primeros pasos en la composición desde el 2006 en adelante. Sus primeras composiciones fue incursionando en el potencial creativo de DAWs como FL Studio (entonces conocido como Fruity Loops) y Sonar. Sin embargo, su pasión por la música y la experimentación la llevó a trascender géneros, evolucionando hacia composiciones orquestales al descubrir las posibilidades de las librerías profesionales y VSTs como Kontakt.

Paralelamente a su música instrumental, Marité ha mantenido una profunda conexión con la poesía, escribiendo versos de un marcado estilo romántico con toques castizos. Su lírica está influenciada por grandes figuras de la poesía española, como Santa Teresa de Jesús, San Juan de la Cruz, Miguel Hernández y León Felipe, y por la lírica de Joan Manuel Serrat, que marcó su infancia.

Entre 1996 y 2000, Marité estudió psicología con especialización en psicoanálisis, complementando su formación con estudios en antropología y sociología. Este profundo conocimiento de la condición humana ha enriquecido su poesía, impregnándola de temas como el desamor, la soledad, los miedos y la búsqueda de espiritualidad. Sus versos, marcados por una sensibilidad única, reflejan su influencia de autores budistas, así como su práctica de la meditación y la ecuanimidad, explorando con delicadeza los rincones más profundos del alma.

Su adolescencia estuvo impregnada de rock argentino, una influencia inevitable en el contexto de la Guerra de Malvinas, que amplificó las voces de bandas emergentes y consolidadas del país. Estas raíces, sumadas a su curiosidad insaciable por explorar nuevas culturas y sonidos, la han llevado a escuchar y aprehender estilos tan diversos como música de Medio Oriente, Anatolia, África, el folclore celta y nórdico, la música latina, el pop y, por supuesto, el rock en todas sus variantes.

Con la llegada de las herramientas de inteligencia artificial en la música, Marité dio nueva vida a sus proyectos, integrando poesía y sonido en un diálogo íntimo y emotivo. 
En todas las canciones, la estructura armónica y melódica se llevan a cabo el fl studio y otros daw, luego se traslada para que se genere la voz en una ia generativa de vos, que es otro daw. La post producción se lleva a cabo en fl studio y la masterización se realiza con ozone 11, que tiene una IA para masterizar.

If Death came to visit me today, or even tomorrow

Marite Camacho

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