Amazing vibes, nice hi-hats. the suspensions is so surreal

Gran manejo de los sintetizadores y la programación en esta pista

I'm not sure what sound track means. But it's intriguing

night club lifestyle got her getting wasted. white lines right now, make her feel amazing. get at me on IG @hatchicist

Shooting Stars (prod. by Juicy The Kidd)

Is this pop or jazz or some kinda ambience ? Is it lounge?

I dont know.

I`m no good with drawers. If I were that would mean I knew what I`m doing. 

But I dont. 

It just happens…

Saito`s Day Off

MWO SOUNDTRACK CHAPTER. 3 : PLUS BLOCK

AQUA REEF

(In the spirit of the song: please like and subscribe to our SoundCloud and our Youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/@AxiomsofMediocrity
And let me know in comments or DM, so that I can check out and like your music as well.)

Screens glow, selfies show.
Chasing likes, engagement high.
Check my feed, followers lead.
Every post, likes, poise.

Like me! Bend the rules.
Like me! School the fools.
Like me! Make me famous.
Like me! They can't blame us.

Influencers lead, "like" they plead.
Swipe up, fill the cup.
Play it cool, rule the tool.
Game the system, claim your fiefdom.

Views climb, it's prime time.
Capture fun, it's never done.
Trend setters, social betters.
Share, care, everywhere.

Like me! Bend the rules.
Like me! School the fools.
Like me! Make me famous.
Like me! They can't blame us.

Go live, thrive and strive.
Engagement's high, reach the sky.
Viral dreams, in your streams.
Content's king, bells will ring.

Ads to run, selling's fun.
Prize your eyes, brand deals seal,
Stats inflate, engagement great.
Influence sprawls, conference calls.

Like me! Bend the rules.
Like me! School the fools.
Like me! Make me famous.
Like me! They can't blame us.

Like me! Bend the rules.
Like me! School the fools.
Like me! Make me famous.
Like me! They can't blame us.

Go live, thrive and strive.
Engagement's high, reach the sky.
Viral dreams, in your streams.
Content's king, bells will ring.

Like me! Bend the rules.
Like me! School the fools.
Like me! Make me famous.
Like me! They can't blame us.

Hit pause on the scroll, let's live and laugh,
Escape the grid to take a real photograph.
Outside the screen, life's in full view,
Where the only likes needed are from me and you.

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#LikeMe captures the fast-paced, like-chasing frenzy of social media in a catchy pop-rock style. With lively beats and infectious choruses, the song explores how digital approval drives our online personas and behaviors. From selfies to viral dreams, this track is a vibrant commentary on our obsession with online fame and the lengths we go to maintain it. 

#LikeMe #PopRock #SocialMediaSong #DigitalAge #ViralMusic #CatchyChorus #MusicVideo

Drafts and Doldrums

#LikeMe

90's inspired rock, made in Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:

I don't want to know. Smiled at all the things you said, I did it all for show.
And all that claim to be, and those of you who disagree, we heard it all once again. My "give a fuck" is on the mend.

Stop searching for the good in everyone, thinking they'll find a way. I might just wreck my world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. I've got some bills and hell to pay. I think I'll wreck my world today.

Why grow up, it's all in who you know. Tired of hearing random names. It lost it's charm ten years ago.
Don't think. Don't rest. Come on down and do your best. Don't freak. Don't lie. Why show up or even try.

Stop searching for the good in everyone. Sick and tired won't go away. I might just wreck your world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. Another game for us to play. I better wreck your world today.

And it's all going down now.
And it's all coming  down now.

Break

Everybody's asking.
What you gonna do with your days?
With seven hundred little records, and none of them are ever played.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey or a rabbit?
Just too stoned to rock.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

Everybody's saying. 
You are wasting your life.
But you don't remember signing up for all this trouble and strife.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey not a rabbit?
Just too stoned to fuck.

Nobody's talking, an invisible line.
But how's it gonna help if you just lay in bed and whine?
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And when she wants it, she'll go out and get it.
How far you wanna take it?
Just too stoned to rock.

Oh, it's all a deep red, death bed, he said, she said test.
Another ripped off, bad cough, hot shot, top mop, rest.
Dark green, time team, low means, whipped cream, yeah.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green. 
Yeah.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

The Girl Must Have It

Children Of The Damned

Lines and harmonies are all built on the interval of the fourth :-)

Four Up

King&Queen (Original Mix)

Here is the next song for our album, The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Lughnasadh, a Celtic festival that takes place at the beginning of August which honours the sacrifice and death of Tailtui, mother of the Irish god, Lugh, and the last High Queen of the Fir Bolg. 

I find the music created for this by @APi_ZZ to be quite enchanting, nostalgic and towards the end, moving, as he once again reaches back to remind us of an age that Time forgot. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024

Music and artwork by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024

Words: 
Children are playing in stacks of hay, 
On this long hot day in Earth’s Paradise, 
With their bellies full of your goodness 
They've no knowledge of your sacrifice. 
Their days are spent in blissful content, 
Far from feeling the pangs of lament, 
They’ve no idea even that we mourn 
The last High Queen of the Fir Bolg, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother 
Tailtiu, womb of our cornucopia.

When they're older, they will know 
How you cleared the land of stones 
While your birds fertilised the ground, 
Before the ploughing and the sowing. 
How they found you, lying on the soil,
Your body stiff; dead from exhaustion, 
How the long days drew in their breaths 
And their curtains ...for your requiem, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother
Tailtiu, O how you did suffer.


 Lugh, who fought off Balor’s blight
And famine from the scorching heat, 
Is leading you through the Lion’s Gate, 
Below, reapers of the harvest meet
For the festival and crowd the pews,
But they never knew you, Tailtiu. 

As the Sun begins its fall, to journey south 
We humbly offer these first fruits to you, 
O Great Mother, O Grain Mother, Tailtiu. 
As we stand here, we give honour to you 
And your self-sacrifice on the altar of Earth.

Lughnasadh

For those who have Temporary Soulmates...

AQUA REEF

MWO

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