beautifully done.  can't hear the lyrics don't care for them hopefully they're not derogatory.  subbed

Hands

From the album Schopenhauer's Apprentice

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you speak your words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

when you lie to me 
I can't believe
when you speak those words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

Schopenhauer's Apprentice

Cry Wolf

songs used:
    Clay Young - Pickle Party
        https://soundcloud.com/clay-young-360347153/pickle-party
    Clay Young soundcloud:
        https://soundcloud.com/clay-young-360347153
    Clay Young instagram:
        https://www.instagram.com/clay.young.961/

   TsArWiCc - Come here
       https://soundcloud.com/tsarwicc/failureishere
   TsArWiCc soundcloud:
       https://soundcloud.com/tsarwicc
   TsArWiCc yahoo:
   Tsarwicc@yahoo.com

Clay Young & TsArWiCc - Pickle Party (dj Baubau Remix)

Vidéo YouTube : https://youtu.be/xpmxidMUL8g
 
Roots  (Racines : à la suite en Français )

My dear brother , my Theo 
Thank you for your letter and the bill but it's too much
Since things are going well for you and yours 
What do we have to do with what is less so?
My dear brother , my Theo
You have your share in my work, my paintings 
which in the debacle keep their calm, and that's beautiful!

I risk my life in my work
my reason has half melted away.
I've already had bouts of madness
my condition must have worsened.

My dear brother, my Theo 
I'm a burden to you, for me it's too much 
You owe it to your son, to your family 
my painting will never be a source of profit. 
 
My dear brother , my Théo  
I'm sending you "Roots", my last painting.
I'm going to finish it with my blood
then die at the Ravoux: it's high time.


I'm risking my life for my work
my reason has half melted.
I've already had bouts of madness
my condition is only getting worse.  

My dear brother Theodore
lying beside me, what a comfort
you have joined me now in Auvers
where we rest, my brother, two feet under!

My work cost me my life
my sanity melted away
I had many fits of madness
my state was desperate.


Racines 

Mon cher frère , mon Théo 
Merci de ta lettre et du billet mais c’est trop
Puisque cela va bien  pour toi et les tiens 
Qu’avons nous à faire de ce qui l’est moins ?
Mon cher frère , mon Théo
Tu as  ta part dans mon oeuvre , mes tableaux 
qui dans la débâcle gardent leur calme , et c’est beau !

Mon travail à moi j’y risque ma vie
ma raison y a fondu à moitié .
J’ai déjà eu des accès de folie
mon état a du s’aggraver .

Mon cher frère , mon Théo 
Je suis une charge pour toi , pour moi s’en est trop 
Tu te dois à ton fils , à ta famille 
ma peinture ne sera jamais une source de profit . 
 
Mon cher frère , mon Théo  
je t’envoie  « Racines «  mon dernier tableau .
Je vais le terminer avec mon sang
puis mourrir chez les Ravoux  : il est grand temps .


Mon travail à moi j’y risque ma vie
ma raison y a fondu à moitié .
J’ai déjà eu des accès de folie
mon état ne fait que s’aggraver .  

Mon cher frère Theodore
allongé près de moi , quel réconfort
tu m’as rejoint à présent à Auvers
où nous reposons , mon frère , deux pieds sous terre !

Mon travail à moi m’a couté la vie
ma raison y a fondu en entier
J’ai eu de nombreux accès de folie
mon état était désespéré .

Racines (translated in description )

Music: Composed, written, mixed by: BBright

Lyrics: Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

https://soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel

God giveth open arms to those who soweth the seed
God giveth the highest levels of prosperity to those that giveth to the creed
Those that feed in the name of Jesus
The riches from their pocket
Will reap the rewards beyond what can even be imagined
In an economic world God commands you to give
So Sow those offerings my friends and brothers
Sow them!
continue to Invest in the kingdom with the righteous word of God!

God can you flip the tables!?
These diamonds are covered in blood
Preacher man in the gospel
Manipulation giveth the flood

I am the ruler of this ministry
My word to the mic, you will all see
Your word to the cross it enriches me
I'll buy another one or two or maybe three

This wolf in sheep's gear bears teeth
Raking in your gold from underneath
What is your offering?
What is your offering?
I pull to you like a puppet with strings

Sow them!
Sow Them!

God can you flip the tables!?
These diamonds are covered in blood
Preacher man in the gospel
Manipulation giveth the flood

Giveth to the gospel
Giveth unto me
In the preacher's pocket
Where your blessings be

Giveth to the gospel
Giveth unto me
In the preacher's pocket
Where your blessings be

BBright x The Mysterious Decibel - Giveth To The Gospel

Xian asked me for a drum track for his absolutely phenomenal existential song about the mythical Atlas, and related it to today! This came together very quickly, as his instruments and vocals were already mixed near perfection! Hope you all enjoy, and I get a chance for another. I dig this one, immensely, and it was a true pleasure recording with him.

Xian3-composition, guitars, bass, tambourine, vocals mix

K2 and the Three-drums, mastering

Lyrics:

Atlas

1
You’re a mountain of a titan of the old times
Gaia is supposed to be your mother
You’re a pole at the coordinate system
You were the prison of your brother
One could’nt really quite imagine
All the masses

You were condemned to hold up
Celestial heavens
After the battle of the gods

Since then you carried the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

2
You’re responsible and of purpose
You’re imperatively necessary for structure
You are stabilizing and decorative
You’re the leitmotif for architecture
There is a 2nd century sculpture cut of you
In the museum of archaeology in Naples

You are condemned to hold up
All the statics
Between the basis and the rooftop

Where you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

3
You contain of corpus, archi and processi
You have ligaments like wings
Articulating in every moment
Here and now right inside of the body
Sometimes there is a pain in the neck
That makes everything just worse

You were condemned to hold up
And move yes and no
Between the axis and the occiput

Where you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

Will you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders ?

Hope, it isn’t too shrugged yet

Carcinogens

Mutant Ego

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