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THE HUNT 

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Warpath
Warpath

Do you believe in peace?
They trick you into unfair treaties
Don't you try to hide and run?
Sneak at them and get the gun
and shoot

Silhouettes at the horizon
Men on mustangs, blood red sun
They come and try but we will prove
Crush your peace pipes, everyone
Everyone
Crush your peace pipes, everyone

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on 
The hunt is on
(Now it's time for tomahawk)


Pale face speaking with split toungue
selling marbles and firewater
Slaughtering our buffaloes
now we steal and sell your daughter

Don't you bring me peace and freedom
now get out my tipi door
Take your cattle, take your bible
Take your smallpox, this means war 
This means war
This means war

The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on



(Death bells taken from the Neckargerach's Michaelskirche)

The Hunt

Mill Lane is our temporary rehearsal space this year - located in the nth suburbs of Hobart its a huge warehouse that is in the process of being emptied of museum equipment. Each week the space gets bigger and more cathedral like as the crates go out the roller door. Heres a little taste from the other night.. you will need to excuse me on 2 fronts - My zoom seems to be reaching the end of its life so the recordings is pretty scratchy and 2 I reckon i am a bit out of tune... anyway the energy is good and the ears locked in to what the other musician is doing which I guess is the main thing. Happy Riffing

Kirby/Ward riffing at Mill Lane

Introduction in English:

Recently I met a friend who spent a month in Crete earlier this year. 
As he told me about his wanderings there, I again remembered a drastic experience I had during my stay in Crete thirty years ago. 
During my expeditions through the bare Cretan mountains at that time, I met a young man who had been living in a cave for some time, completely isolated from the world. 
We walked together for a while. He told me that he suffered from psychotic delusions with inner voices torturing him. 
The secluded life here in the mountains would help him to deal with these powerful and alienating voices. 
Nevertheless, he longed so much for a release from this "voice terror". 
When I wanted to visit him again the next day, he was nowhere to be found. 
In all these years I thought of him from time to time, especially since I also meet people here in Berlin again and again who suffer from similar psychotic confusions. 
With this song I try to put myself in the place of these people who suffer so terribly and are still largely misunderstood

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Voices in the head

Voices in the head
Eat me up

Controlling me
Beat on me

Persecute me, torture me
Incapacitate me
Condemn, despise, devalue, laugh at me 
They make me down, drive into all my limbs

Are always there, invade me
Come when they want, never leave me alone

Come through the walls, no wall can stop them

Hate, shun, move masses of vengeance 
They cause me pain with relish, they light stigma-candles inside me

I've made up my mind 
I'll be calm, because I know I can free myself from you
Yes, I can free myself from you!

The last thing I have left is to lay a hand on myself.
With my dying, I'll give you my last escort.

Then I'll cast you off like a garment of shadows

Your blasphemies, your bullying, your poison, your envy

Flow with the water and the blood from me
Disappears in the drain, far away from here

Emasculated sadists, coreless egoists, seedless fascists, 
You all can't nestle in me anymore

Float away
You stay behind

Your power is now completely null and void
A hollow space remains unnamed

I now lie in my hand

Deutscher Originaltext:

Stimmen im Kopf

Stimmen im Kopf
Fressen mich auf

Bestimmen über mich
Schlagen auf mich drauf

Verfolgen, Foltern mich
Entmündigen mich
Verurteilen, verachten, entwerten, verlachen, 
Machen mich nieder, fahr`n in all meine Glieder

Sind immer da, dringen in mich ein
Kommen wann sie wollen, lassen mich nie allein

Kommen durch die Wände, Keine Mauer halt sie auf

hassen, schassen, bewegen Rachemassen, 
Bereiten lustvoll Schmerzen, Entzünden in mir Wundmal-Kerzen

Ich hab’ mich entschieden, 
Ich werde ruhig, weil ich weiß, ich kann mich von Euch befreien
Ja ich kann mich von Euch befreien!

Das letzte was mir bleibt, ist, Hand an mich zu legen
Mit meinem Freitod gebe ich Euch letztes Geleit

Dann leg’ ich Euch ab wie ein Schatten-Kleid

Euer Lästern, Euer Stänkern, Euer Gift, Euren Neid

Fließt mit dem Wasser und dem Blut aus mir
Entschwindet im Abfluß, weit weg von hier

Entmannte Sadisten, Entkernte Egoisten, Samenlose Faschisten, 
Ihr könnt’ Euch alle nicht mehr in mir einnisten

Schwebe hinüber
Ihr bleibt zurück

Eure Macht ist nun ganz und gar null und nichtig
Zurück bleibt ein Hohlraum unbenannt

Ich lieg jetzt in meiner Hand

Stimmen im Kopf (Voices in the Head)

Stimmen Im Kopf (Voices In The Head)

Passion

Modes About Me X Goodjohn Productions - Conditioned With Soot - 100 BPM - E Minor

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Goodjohn Productions https://www.youtube.com/@goodjohnproductions/featured 

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Conditioned With Soot (Prod. Goodjohn Productions)

New Reggae Tune!
titled: MOUNTAIN SIDE
lyrics and singing by: SENNID
riddim mix and mastering by: IRIEWEB SOUNDS

SENNID & IRIEWEB SOUNDS - MOUNTAIN SIDE!!

Vocals / Lyrics: Emma @emma-gal-n
Music, Guitars (JM, ES, Acoustic), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6EiDPhHIRAEcKd4vt4k9Tp

====== Lyrics ======

Chasing neverending dreams
Burning on my own barriers 
Restart again (the revolution)
Perish my pain (for absolution)
Come, whenever,
Immortal shredder
Suppress the tremor
If not, however

Come and sanctify the beast
Growling deep inside my tears
Restart again (the restitution)
Perish my pain (for contribution)
Play, whenever,
Immortal shredder
Suppress the tremor
If not, whatever

Come slowly extract the gain
Underneath my vain
Let’s find a home again
Resist the end

Following a chin of gold
Glowing on a dark cashier
Restart again (the revolution)
Perish my pain (for absolution)
Marching with the queen of souls
Right trembling in my inner ear

© Emma & Bonetender 2023 All Rights Reserved

Queen of Souls

Queen Of Souls (ft. Emma Galán)

We hope that you enjoy this new collaboration, featuring Dominiquefrench and her wonderful vocals and Joerxworx's fabulous sax solo!!  Please go over to their sites to listen to more Outstanding music.

@dominiquefrench
@joerxworx



Music ,  arrangement mixing and production  by Annette Scott (Vocalatti )
Sax Solo by Jorg Stohwasser aka joerxworx
Vocals  - Intro and outro and Chorus by Dominiquefrench
Vocals- Main verses and harmonies by Annette Scott (Vocalatti)
Lyrics- Intro and outro  by Dominiquefrench
Lyrics- Main verses and harmonies by Annette Scott (Vocalatti)
Production and mixing by Annette Scott (Vocalatti)
(c)  ASCAP

Femme Fatale  (Ft Dominiquefrench & Jorg Stohwasser aka joerxworx )

This one started out as 2 different incomplete projects (in different keys) after failing to fully actualize either I thought I'd fuse the 2 into one piece with lyrics that touch on longing and loss.  
All Rights Reserved 5/16/2023

Into the crystal light
a deep and satisfying sight
then I'm in your arms once more

Over the distant range
a tale that never wants to change
can you see it now, with me

Under a mystic spell
the ole familiar parallel
to be in your arms again

After the driving rain
the landscape never looks the same
now I'm back again this time

We will remember
never surrender
We will remember now

Once we discover
Love in forever
we'll make it through somehow

We will remember
never surrender
We will remember now

Into the crystal light
a deep and satisfying sight
then I'm in your arms once more

In Your Arms

happy,bouncy,old skool style
 amen reggae jungle

MISTA DEEJAY(VIP Mix)

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)

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