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USCBOAT -- Heed, observe, listen, realize!!

Leon Chambers

Sessions Vol 4

Sessions Vol 3

INSTRUMENTAL by me
LYRICS & VOCALS by Shark Teeth
https://soundcloud.com/shark_teeth93

LYRICS:
Just in case, just in case
I don't see you, I don't see you
The loonies, the lonelies
Hold fast behind the curtains

My love, my love
Rains red from the clouds
And penetrates, it infiltrates
The soul I adore, I adore

Sticks like pins in a haunted doll
Hung on my strings I can move you
And bend you to my will, and bend you to my will
Like you want it, like you need it

My love, my love
Footslog wearily amid the covetous
And meet me somewhere in between
Dark romance and blind insanity
My puppet, my little crocus flower

My Love - Shark Teeth &  Moon Dust

Able Baker Charlie........F Mother Fuckin Bucklez

Able Baker Charlie 2021

All The Craziness Of The World Is Going Away

Tracklisting 

1 - Flying to the top of Dorians mountain by Reset Robot
2 - Raww by Planetary Assault Systems
3 - Bending Reality by An On Bast
4 - Jupiter by Cristian Varela
5 - Athena by Hi Lo, Ramon Tapia
6 - Vacuum by Christian Hornbostel
7 - Aliens by Irregular Synth
8 - Syron by Alen Milivojevic/Drzneday
9 - Ender's Game by Adamant,Ben Teufel
10 - Bound by SHIFTED
11 - 177Z by Maral Salmassi , Alexander Kowalski
12 - Shift by Morven.

3rd  Mix in the series , Please like and share , Peace and love ....
djleonc1@gmail.com

Techno Mix - Rough Edges Vol 3

VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttPQth5U2o&ab_channel=winkandwoo
The Psyop Song - Lyrics :-
No Religion
No companion
No dominion
To waiver their control
No condition
No permission
No opinion
No conscience and no soul

They don't drop bombs anymore
They get inside your head
The psyop song is a war
To all the things unsaid

Infiltration
All pervasion
All persuasion
The changing of the rules
All evasion
All temptation
All predation
It's brutal and it's cruel

They're not alone , no not alone
'Cause everyone's been playing that same game
From Hollywood , to the music world
Have signed their name in blood to reach their fame

They don't drop bombs anymore
They get inside your head
The psyop song is a war
To all the things unsaid

No Religion
No companion
No dominion
To waiver their control
No condition
No permission
No opinion
No conscience and no soul

They're not alone , no not alone
'Cause everyone's been playing that same game
From government , to royalty
They're marked at birth to take over the reins

They don't drop bombs anymore
They get inside your head
The psyop song is a war
To all the things unsaid

winkandwoo - 2021

The Psyop Song

Maybe another Broadway track?

Verse One
I look forward to burning in hell,
With you by my side, I’m sure, as well,
We’ll scream and shout and let out a wail,
And no one around us will care
Not there, in hell.

Verse Two
I look forward to our time in hell,
No kindness, no goodness, no laughs to share,
Just moans and groans and thoughts of despair,
And no love between us as well, 
Not there, in hell. 

Verse Three
I look forward to our tears in hell,
That wash away hopes of life elsewhere
And flood us with streams of past despair
And no break from this mem’ry cell,
Not there, in hell. 

Chorus:

And you’ll wail with me, ill wail with you,
And you’ll scream with me, and i’ll scream with you,
  
And our days on earth will never grow pale,
those fights we had will always assail,
And this we’ll remember as our final knell:
Hey look! We did it! No chance to dispel.
We’ve turned our lives into a living hell

Bridge:

And you’ll wail with me, I’ll wail with you,
And you’ll scream with me, and i’ll scream with you,
And our days on earth will never grow pale,
We’ve turned those days into a living hell.

I Look Forward To Burning In Hell

SET IT OFF- Junior J Real Shatter Recordz LLC.

Various Fender guitars, all through a Princeton Reverb amp

Saddle Shoes

If there was a contest for worst song of the day,  this might have a chance.

Frank loved Chara
And Chara loved Frank
But when the doorbell rang,
Frank’s heart sank
His poor heart sank. 
And he ran upstairs
And started to quack. 

Chara was coming
Chara was coming for dinner
And she was thirty minutes early
And he hadn’t cooked one dish
Much less two. 
And he couldn’t stop flapping his arms
This was not the start of best date for two.

Frank loved Chara,
And Chara loved Frank
And Chara smiled
And Chara clapped
And she knocked on the door 
Waiting for Frank to open. 

But Frank was upstairs,
Locked in his room
Flapping his arms
Frank had quacked up
This was not Frank’s day. 
But Chara she just stayed. 

Chara was coming
Chara was coming for dinner
And Frank was flapping his arms upstairs
And there was not much they could do
Except have the worst start of a date for two. 

Frank loved Chara
And Chara loved Frank.

Frank Loved Chara

She’s an Alien
Song and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Verse 1

It’s been over a day,
She doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t play,
She sits still, she looks away,
She transmits to my thoughts, she enslaves my brain. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Verse 2
It’s been over a week,
She doesn’t move, she doesn’t blink,
The whole place is starting to stink,
She’s got me on the edge, she’s making me think. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Verse 3

It’s been over a year,
She doesn’t stir, she doesn’t hear,
Her skin turned blue and now it’s clear,
She’s never going to do my laundry, she’s never gonna cook my meals. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Bridge

But Andromeda
It’s not a strain
To think it’s this
But then again 
It could simply be
Kepler-452b!

She's an Alien

TALK TO JESUS
music and lyrics by Mike Krath

I need someone to talk to,
Someone who hears what I say
Someone who listens when I speak
But who, who?


Not my mother,
She’s too busy,
Not my friends,
Only think of themselves
Not my cat,
She’s too lazy,
Not my father,
He is never around. 

Who, who do I go to?
Who, who do I go to?
Who, who do I go to?


Not my priest
He’s not a believer,
Not my brother,
He’s not always there,
Not my dog,
He doesn’t come when I call him,
Not my stylist,
He doesn’t know how to cut hair


Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down,
My soul. 

Lay it all down
Lay my soul down. 
Need to lay it all down
But who?
Who do I talk to?
8 billion people in this world
No one to talk to?
No one?
But…


Not my teacher,
He’s too academic
Not my sister,
She’s never off her phone,
Not my counselor 
He doesn’t know my name,
Not my coach
He never lets me play


Oh God,
Who do I call?
Who do I call
When no one listens?

I don’t want my life
To be a high school improv
A high school improv that 
Ends in (sound of gunfire)

Listen
Listen when I call
Who started this mess?
I didn’t ask to be here
I didn’t ask to be born

Give me someone to listen
Give me someone who understands me. 

Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay my soul down. 
Lay it…

Talk To Jesus

Staysky - Public Interest Casino KVIFF 55

Ambiente Distorto

Bullet in My Gun
Lyrics and Music by Mike Krath

The toke I take can’t fill my hollow feeling
No matter how strong I hold it against my lungs,
The emptiness endures. 
But I laugh it off
Ha ha,
I can’t help it,
I’ve turned my emptiness into joy,
The gun by my pillow a joke
I lift it up and stare into its barrel
I smile at the bullet with my name. 
Ha ha. 

I fall to my knees,
I ask for pain,
I want trials
For a life of gain,
Bring down pain,
on bended knees
The tokes I take can’t fill
my parched soul,
Bring down pain
quench this thirsty soul

I’m tired of drugs that fry my brain,
Give me a wife to keep me sane.
And children that look up 
And call my name,
Free me with pain,
with strokes of pain,

Ohhh. Oh. I want to live again,
I want to live again
Just live again,
Please,
I just want to live
Again…

On my knees
With an empty bottle of pills,
I look under my bed for one last thrill,
I find one in the corner and pop it in my till
I fly upright,
face the window
Everything is out of sight
The birds outside are singing out my name,
The plants in my window are doing the same
And the bullet in my gun is rejoicing in its aim,
I’m turning normal now
I’m feeling normal now,
Everything is normal now,
It’s going to be a happy day. 
Hap-hap-happy, hap-hap-happy

It’s going to be a happy day.

Bullet in My Gun

Original dance track recorded with live instrumentation

BPM is 120
Song Key is E Flat Major

City Grooves

I Will Lead You Back

Lead You Back

Music & video: Salvatore Nuccio [ @salvatorenuccio ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]
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As someone who has been subjected to bullying, ridicule, long-term emotional manipulation, and abuse, I have considered taking my own life on several occasions. However, it was my spirit that saw me through. And while I recognise the pain and suffering of those who are suicidal, I can say with a whole heart that suicide is most definitely NOT the solution. 

We all have the strength within us to overcome the darkness. So I implore those contemplating this final, irreversible act to ignore the voices in their heads that convince them it is the only option, for the spirit is ever-enduring and invincible… And once that spark of light is found within, one will become aware of the beauty that surrounds us.

Music Video

Marty Andersson: Dead to the World (feat. Salvatore) - read desc.

Music: Salvatore Nuccio [ https://soundcloud.com/salvatorenuccio ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]
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Through the darkness I wander,
Amidst the pain I now reside,
My bare feet upon broken glass,
A victim of my own design,
Took your lies as that of my own,
Became a martyr for your guise,
As you let me be the one to fall,
Our fate is sealed inside,
We've not the strength to hold together,
Thus two hearts are torn apart,
A love that we once thought forever,
A work of fiction from the start.

Kindle eBook

Marty Andersson: Fiction (feat. Salvatore Nuccio)

Paranormal memories. An ad lib live performance on a very old Piano that once belonged to my late grandmother.

Some memories grow distant with time.

This track was aired Live on "Paranormal Talk Radio."

The Almighty Ebony and Ivory (Live)

Treading the Darkness (Live)

Shu-Cosmic

"Write Me a Story"  by: My Black Dress (BCS & Michelle) 
Lyrics and vocals by Michelle
Dedicated to Paul B.

- Sleep well my friend. We'll see you again on the other side... -

Write Me a Story

Aiden Cox - Tamaugachi

Pianocomposition  and arrangement : Classical Glass. https://soundcloud.com/classicalglass-1
Composition for the vocal and vocal: Oddrun Eikli.
Photo Oddrun:  Haworth, West Yorkshire, England,
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)

Three verses from her poem Stars.

ah, why because the dazzling sun
restored our earth to joy
have you departed , every one,
and left a desert sky

oh stars ,and dreams and gentle night
oh, night and stars return!
and hide me from the hostile light,
that does not warm, but burn.

I turned the pillow, then,
to call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Desert Sky. Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli

The Sky Was Falling

Soundtrack and Instruments: Andrea Michele Vincenti
Vocals and Lyrics: Karlit-O-Kay

Lyrics in English

No One

No one ever recognized him
No one ever touched his hand
Always alone, Indicator none
No nameplate on the door

Foreign language, unintelligible 
So he always kept to himself
No one ever set foot in his gray country
No one's ever jumped the divider

That separated him from the joy of living
Of warmth moments and light 
Never complained, never ventured out 
Always remained a shadow face

Lifetime 
In a black prison
Without windows, without doors
Cold stone only

Roads without direction, traffic signals without light 
Dark cellar dungeon
In the morgue, behind tinted windows 
You can read what he was once called.

Once a city Indian, with a following 
The preacher of the cereal course
The power surge took away his ability to breathe
And finally the meaning of life

He remained lost, was not reborn 
The clock just stopped for him 
Was quickly charred, not even laid out
Last life signs thoroughly obliterated

Deutscher Originaltext:

Niemand

Niemand hat ihn je erkannt
Niemand berührte je seine Hand
Immer alleine, Kennzeichen keine
Kein Namenschild vor der Tür

Fremde Sprache, uneinfühlbar 
So blieb er stets für sich
Niemand betrat je sein graues Land
Niemand übersprang je die Scheidewand

Die ihn trennte von Lebensfreude
Von Wärmemomenten und Licht 
Hat nie geklagt, sich nie vorgewagt 
Blieb stets ein Schattengesicht

Lebenslänglich 
In einem schwarzen Gefängnis
Ohne Fenster, ohne Türen
Nur kalter Stein

Straßen ohne Richtung, lichtlose Ampeln 
Dunkles Kellerverließ
Im Leichenhaus, hinter getönten Scheiben 
Kann man nachlesen, wie er einst hieß

War einst Stadtindianer, mit einer Fangemeinde 
Der Prediger des Müsiggangs
Die Leistungswelle nahm ihm die Luft zum Atmen
Und zuletzt den Lebenssinn

Er blieb verloren, wurd nicht mehr neugeboren 
Die Uhr blieb für Ihn einfach stehen 
Wurde schnell verschart, nicht einmal aufgebahrt
Letzte Lebenszeichen gründlich ausgelöscht

Niemand - No One

Niemand - No One (Andrea Michele Vincenti & Karlit-O-Kay)

The 17 Brent Thugs - Id(i)o(t)lize

I’m a song-writer who enjoys creating music of any genre.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released non-A.I. music. Since I've never considered myself a performer (except playing with worship bands at church or solo-piano at a rehab center) using A.I. is right up my alley.

Since I've  exhausted using my previously released music for A.I. covers, I now compose music in a DAW, rip to a wave file, and make an A.I. cover of this wave file. I then write lyrics to the A.I. music. It takes around 100 A.I. iterations to complete the lyrics and get a style I'm happy with.  

Brief Bio: Lived more than a quarter of my life overseas (Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan). Each country gave me an appreciation for different types of music plus probably why I get bored easily in sticking with one genre or another.