Love it when the kids get involved, no matter their age😄

So you fell in the parc? Hope you will get well soon dear Mike! Your songs are great! Kind regards. Fred. www.fredvdwerf.nl

love the structure of the piece...and that minimal full-on guitar is perfecto !

そよ風

You were my friend

j'ai écris cette chanson en 2019 le premier couplet avant la crise des gilets jaunes en pensant à cette humanité cupide et consumériste et le deuxième couplet après les gilets jaunes au vu des violences policières
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I wrote this song in 2019 the first verse before the crisis of the yellow vests thinking about this greedy and consumerist humanity and the second verse after the yellow vests in view of the police violence
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 Écoute petit homme


Boulet tu n’es qu’un boulet 

Ta réalité ne t’appartient plus,
ta vie privée est publique Ton argent est virtuel,ta liberté n’est qu’illusion
 Tes rêves sont programmés,tes pensées dirigées,tes désirs imposés 
Non ta vie ne t’appartient plus, non ta vie ne t’appartient plus 
Prisonnier du verbe avoir et de ce que tu crois savoir 
Selfie, self fuck, même pas authentique,pas organique 
Coincé dans ton ego en toc , tout en plastoc sans éthique 
T’as baissé ton froc pour du fric alors c’est putain de systématique 
T’en veux et t’en croques,t’en veux et t’en croques 

 Où sont tes idéaux,boulet 
Tes choix me font froid dans le dos,boulet 
Où sont tes idéaux

Belle écran de fumé pour nous empaler mensonge d’état , criminelle
Fuck you mister président , je regrette action directe
Gilets jaunes écrasés par l’état policier ,les lobbies commandent et l’état se soumet
Je regrette mais il faut que ça pète , je regrette action directe
Je rêve d’un groupe armé, super bien formé qui irait les chercher dans leurs douillets foyers, pour les condamner à 10 ans de galère sans salaire
Dans une cité de merde mais avec un » pass navigo « pour aller chercher du boulot de l’autre coté de la route , histoire qu’ils comprennent pourquoi il y a de la haine

 Où sont tes idéaux,boulet 
Tes lois me font froid dans le dos,boulet 
Où sont tes idéaux

Boulet tu n’es qu’un boulet 
Écoutes petit homme tu n’es qu’un boulet

Écoutes petit homme

Elle Rentre Dans la salle

Matthew’s Song
Music and Lyrics Matt Krath
Additional music Mike Krath
Vocals: Matt Krath
Remixed by Mike Krath

I’m a real vampire,
You are just a dreamer,
You can never, never, never, never, ever,
Be a real vampire,
Cause you’re just a dreamer,
You can never, never, never, never, ever,
Be like me.

Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
And then we dance all night.
I’m saying…
Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
Then we dance all night.
I’m saying…
Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
Then we dance all night.
I’m saying…

Matthew's Song

Let it go 
she said
let it go 
I walked away 
not gonna win that fight 
all those things I’m giving 
leaving life and love behind 
she’s got it all 
and nothings left for me to find 

Just let it go 
he said let it go 
step away again 
cause what’s the problem now 
you fight you’re on your own 
and 
where did it start 
and 
where does it end 
Those words are poison in my bones 

Let it go 
you said
let it go 
and 
You say I’m crazy 
Just stop trying 
Cause when I fight…you’ll say I’m lying 
         and you did 
Gonna let it go 
walk away 
let it go 
leave you to it 
just miss me with that mess
cause when you know 
you know 
then
you can let it go

I'll Walk Away Let It Go (amped)

I'm nearing the end of this project. Ancillary Mercy is the title of the final book in the Ancillary trilogy. 
All the guitar parts were played on a Gibson 335.
The cover art is taken from the current edition of the book.

All Rights Reserved 2022

Ancillary Mercy

This track is the second upload of the five earlier tracks in the spiritual enlightenment journey from our website, mentioned previously, longer than 10 minutes for those wanting, needing, or appreciating a little more Self care time. Done in the 432HZ frequency range, not 440HZ, so please do not drive or operate machinery, and listen with headphones at a lower volume... for the optimum effect. As always, we thank you for Blessing us and our music creations with your time and ears!

Logic Pro X 2022 Copyright/Sound Recording/All Rights: One Stop. For Licensing Contact: Rainier Daze Rainierdaze@gmail.com

Clarity

Curtain Call

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

The Sound

I'm a keyboardist with a love for layering sounds to create ambient, ethereal atmospheres and composing simple piano pieces to embellish. I love all genres of music, and find myself composing different types depending on my mood of the day.

I’ve never had formal training. As a teen, my parents wouldn’t let a piano in our house in Egypt, so I studied piece-meal at friends’ homes. When I got to college, I learned by going to university piano practice rooms. In my 40’s, I met my birth-mom who turned out to be a child prodigy, winning a Van Cliburn competition by playing Rachmaninoff at age 11. Most of what I play today, I learned from the techniques she taught me. 

I’m an American who has lived abroad for a good part of my life in Egypt, Turkey, Japan, South Korea, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Taiwan, and now back to Texas.

Matthew's Song

Mike Krath

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