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STAY AWAY

The first song I learned to play on the melodica as a kid.

Καλήν εσπέραν άρχοντες, αν είναι ορισμός σας, Χριστού την Θείαν γέννησιν, να πω στ' αρχοντικό σας.
Χριστός γεννάται σήμερον, εν Βηθλεέμ τη πόλη, οι ουρανοί αγάλλονται, χαίρει η φύσις όλη.
Εν τω σπηλαίω τίκτεται, εν φάτνη των αλόγων, ο βασιλεύς των ουρανών, και ποιητής των όλων.

Good morning, good people, and if you so desire, can tell you of Jesus’ Holy birth.
Christ is born this day in Bethlehem and the heavens and whole earth rejoice.
In a manger in a stable is born the King of the universe and Creator of the world.
And the multitude of the Heavenly Host is praising God and singing “Glory to God in the highest…”

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Greek Christmas Carols - Κάλαντα Χριστουγέννων

Untitled (toxnotica )

Instruments played:  Sitar, Guitar, Bass, Drums

Lyrics:

Everything under the sun and the moon
The emperor will be there soon
His greatness will bless the land
All the people hand in hand

His presence filled with gloom and grace, 
Sadness etched within his face
Magnificent and Splendorous
Generous and Dangerous

Emperor's Greatness

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Mute muta : Celá | dirty ambient noise

DEBUT SINGLE FROM ANEURYST. FULL EP "VS. YOU" DROPS ON DECEMBER 29TH. FOLLOW ON BANDCAMP AND INSTAGRAM FOR UPDATES.

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(Here We Were) When We Were There Then

The painting is ‘The Course of Empire’ by Thomas Cole (1801 – 1848).

Say a prayer and don’t despair about the cost of living crisis 
Cos life’s not fair and they don’t care about the rising prices 
The millionaires and billionaires wield their wicked powers
they own the shares, they don’t pay the fares, they’re not working longer hours

  They contaminate, discriminate, and revel in their sleaze 
  the permafrost is lost, but we still have the wage freeze 

the bankers are all bigots, experts in exploitation 
oil tankers and their frigates reeking eco-devastation
while we reimburse the nurses with the joy of food banks 
and the curse of empty purses and our hollow huge thanks

  You’ll find that it’s impossible to get paid any less
  can’t save no money saving lives for the NHS

The CEOs who freely chose to bolster their careers 
They’re mosquitoes in tuxedos bloodsucking profiteers 
who smoke cigars with glowing hearts, toasting market forces  
They’re Oligarchs, they’re greedy sharks, they’re feeding on the corpses

  The ambulance abandoned us, so now we need a hearse
  Yes the times they are a-changing… but they’re changing for the worse

I blame the vloggers and the bloggers, I don’t “like” and I don’t “subscribe”
All that scrolling and a trolling, through soundbites and diatribes
and we fixate on the clickbait that seems to be hell-bent 
on dictating that the content fuels our discontent 

        All the species being ghosted, wiped out like dinosaurs
        While we’re busy being offended, and fighting culture wars

Shopaholic fashionistas with their selfies and their memes 
And reams of influencers beat us senseless by extremes
it’s a trash-bag full of hashtags, rubbish flowing in our streams
algorithms causing schisms and addiction to our screens

        We’re the masters of our destiny, but it isn’t as it seems 
        Who’s pushing who’s buttons? Are we slaves to the machines?

Narcissistic mystics with their conspiracy theories
Going viral in a spiral of Netflix mini series
And woeful social media, where profiles are a deepfake
It’s a form of schizophrenia, like a hollywood remake

      We make a virtue of our vanity, embracing the absurd
      with virtual reality, to replace the real world

Cost Of Living Crisis

Dozage

Shaaa

Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
Times running out
And death sits there smirking
Do you remember that night?
Wrapped in chains
Voices near us
Drowning out
Everything I could say
Creating turmoil
Creating chaos inside of me
It’s driving me crazy
Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
When I’ve just shut my eyes
Wake me
Ready to rise
Crystal clear
Ready to fly
Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
Times running out
And death sits there smirking
If everything’s connected
Why isn’t anything working
Times running out
And death just sits there smirking

Everything's Connected But Nothing's Working

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals: Delhya
Guitars & bass: The Shire Bairn Project

For more The Bird Inside please check:
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For more on DelhyA please check:
https://on.soundcloud.com/Hdsn6XhVRoax6VJdA

Nose in the showcase 
clouding the fate
 Counting the days,  
it was a long wait  
Sand in the shoes
 There was … no pain.

Kicking the stones  
To not return home  
Waiting the train  
Just To smash the coin  
Bleeding knees  
All was … a glee

Those were the days,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice
 Playing Risk
 Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

Pride in the pinball 
Watch for the thug
 Moove the machine  
Control the tilt
 Look for the way  
The green light… is on

Those were the days ,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice  
Playing Risk  
Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams  
Like a gleam

For all was the first time.
 First kiss, first broken heart  
The future didn’t exist 
But time run, run fast.

Those Were The Days (with The Bird Inside & DelhyA)

A version of the prayer Christ taught his disciples - 

The voices are from East/West Hollywood Choirs

Our Father

Composed, written and sung by Mizero aka Jenny Jumble
VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psSEMWOzuEM 
Lyrics:
Sometimes I lose my mind, sometimes I just can't find it, sometimes I feel like I try too hard, sometimes I just break ties with it, no lies, I get with it, sometimes I melt into my core, sometimes I'm not me anymore, sometimes I am just a watcher...

Angel

Angel | Video

travel diary 1 part

MISTER HAPPY GO LUCKY (Bob Dormer/Audric Jankauskas)

I am an experimental music maker operating on the boundary between improvisation and structure, utilizing a modular Eurorack synthesizer to explore and transform various musical genres. I work within the conscious limitations that my instrument provides, which inspires me to find creative solutions within this ecosystem. My approach is dialogic and experimental, blending seemingly banal motifs with disordered noise in my work. I am not confined to any particular genre or style; instead, I draw inspiration from current emotions and let them guide me, pushing me beyond the boundaries of electronic music.


I'm looking for opportunities to play and jam together.😎

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