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A quick run thru some licks. i used to play. then i gave up.

To Megadeth, with love

11/7/2019

Burn Your Bridges

This is an excerpt from the book written by the awesome Jonathan Saffran-Foer / Extremely loud and incredibly close.
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What are we going to do? he wrote. It's up to you, I said. He wrote, I want to go home.
What is home to you? Home is the place with the most rules. I understood him.
And we will have to make more rules, I said. To make it more of a home. Yes. OK.
We went straight to the jewelry store. He left the suitcase in the back room. We sold a pair
of emerald earrings that day. And a diamond engagement ring. And a gold bracelet for a
little girl. And a watch for someone on his way to Brazil.
That night we held each other in bed. He kissed me all over. I believed him. I was not stupid.
I was his wife.
The next morning he went to the airport. I didn't dare feel his suitcase.
I waited for him to come home. Hours passed. And minutes. I didn't open the store at
11:00. I waited by the window. I still believed in him. I didn't eat lunch. Seconds passed.
The afternoon left. The evening came. I didn't eat dinner.
Years were passing through the spaces between moments. Your father kicked in my belly.
What was he trying to tell me? I brought the birdcages to the windows. I opened the windows,
and opened the birdcages. I poured the fish down the drain.
I took the dogs and cats downstairs and removed their collars. I released the insects onto
the street. And the reptiles.
And the mice.
I told them, Go.
All of you.
Go.
And they went.
And they didn't come back.

What are we going to do, he wrote...

I watched only lovers left alive, and then this came out. Did i even master this ? shit.

This shit you're doing, it needs to stop.

1 With Tchaika

Anxiety and the constant struggle to live and stay afloat (Also) mentally.

Saat Biri Seyrek Geçiyor

Saat Biri Seyrek Geciyor

This is about hope and fear forming a mental prison within. You sit your life out and imagine what could've happened or envy other lifes where as this is the only one you have and even though it may suck really bad at times, nobody cares, so... You might as well conjure a music out of this existentialist turbulences.

Impending Doom

This is back in '15 when Madeon was huge and interesting, i went ahead to explore what he was upto. I couldn't. This experiment yielded this thing. I like it anyway.

The title transltes as  "i'ma beatchu up,madeon!(he never could)"

Seni Yencem Madeon(yenemedi)

Sound technican, music fan and a subpar artist.

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