NO HURRY TO REACH THE FAME

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Reposts of Q'

Sqallija: Sobriety in Sicily

Sqallija: Swimmin' in Smirnoff

Just thought it might be interesting to hear all three versions which demonstrate the progression of the song as it evolved from the rough demo stage to a finished piece.

Rubbing - Three Versions

Like the short lyrics' meaning "love has no hurry", music makes contrasts on rhythms and textures even inside each part: Main theme starts with fast drums on slow melodies & has a DANCEABLE? 2nd part with lead bass guitar; Central theme makes fast tracks become slow to the left channel and vice-versa, progressing to a POST-ROCK? atmosphere. Meanwhile, two lead guitars and echoing voices complete the contrasting piece. I hope to get your feedback !!!

Image: "Virginal rosebud", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics: No hay prisa. / There is no hurry.

No hace falta darse prisa; / There is no need to hurry up;
todo va rápido. / everything goes fast.

No hay prisa. / There is no hurry.

Lo que ha de suceder / What is to happen
termina por ocurrir. / gets to happen in the end.

No hay prisa. / There is no hurry.

Te quiero, te quiero, … / I love you, I love you, …

Ser impaciente / Being impatient
sólo puede hacerme sufrir. / can only make me suffer.

No hay prisa. / There is no hurry.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

No hay prisa (Te quiero)

Colt EP

HF20 GATEFOLD VINYL

Dense & Pika - Colt

Dig this, are we the vessel or is the music?  We are...the music is the cargo...or the aftermath.  The spawn.  So, what's the seed?  Our collective heart.  The smile of a beautiful woman.  Friction.  Possession and loss.  The race against time.  The dawn.  The spiral.  And don't forget...the shadow.

F-BOMB

5th track of the ep.
King Of Majesty is out On Bandcamp and soon on iTunes and the other Store.

Iron Birdcage

Find two birds on this photo. Chill hard!

No analog synthesizers were harmed during the making of this track. Dozen of  Arturia V synths and Pigments. Mastered with UADx, IK One, and FabFilters. 
 Cover art - small city park in Amsterdam, May ‘23. Country is so picturesque. Everywhere. No wonder Dutch painters are so good (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Dutch_painters). 

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Analogue

Tranquilite

Ok, Carl

Piano -  courtesy of Roberto Klavi 😃

Thank You Roberto 🙏

Stand By Me - Ben E. King ( cover with uke and piano)

Older I get/re-post

Fold Me - from the album, 6 Pack (2015) by Blabpipe! 
More free Blabpipe MP3's available here: www.reverbnation.com/blabpipe 
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Fold Me

Prison fights overnight
Leaving you to understand
Traffic lights who is right
Leaving you to understand

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Prison fights overnight
Who was right
Leaving you to understand

If you fold me
Hold me under again

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine
Snapshots yellowed over time
Chill the glass that’s left behind

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine

If you fold me
Hold me under again


-Blabpipe 2015

Fold Me

Jamie Rhind original song  Talking  It Up  guitar play Dan Van den Berg bass  Luis Reniu

Sink Or Swim

https://youtu.be/NOrR4omUEFs
first song off of "Krater's Atlas"
produced by Vegard

lyrics

(Xavier)
I HOPPED OUT THE SHIP WITH THE WOODS LIT
YOU TRYNA GET A HIT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT IT
FALL WINTER SPRING SUMMER RUN IT BACK
IMA SMOKE IT DOWN UNTIL IM THROUGH WITH THAT
IM SITTIN CANDY COATED COLLAR SEE THE COLOR HUE
AS SOON AS I PULL UP SHE SAY I FUCK WITH YOU
AND RIGHT BEFORE I PULL OFF SHE SAY WHATSUP WITH YOU
BABY IMA TELL YA BEST AS I CAN FUCKIN DO
IMA SWITCH A NEW SHAWTY EVERY BLUE MOON
NEW MOON SAME COLOR AS MY NEW ROOM
NO L O V BABY ALL I DO IS DOOM
TOLD HER HOP UP OFF MY SHIT IM FINNA FACE A FEW

HOPPED OUT THE SHIP WITH THE WOODS LIT
HIT THE GROUND NOW WE RUNNIN THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH IT
HOPPED OUT THE SHIP WITH THE WOODS LIT
IM SMOKIN 7 DIFFERENT FLAVORS IN MY WOOD BITCH
HOPPED OUT THE SHIP WITH THE WOODS LIT
I POP A CANDY COATED COLLAR SEE THE COLOR SWITCH
HOPPED OUT THE SHIP WITH THE WOODS LIT
AND YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY EYES I AINT PASSIN IT


(Bones)
HOLLOWSESH LEGEND THAT RAZOR IT BE THE WEAPON
LET IT SLEEP IN POISON ONE TOUCH NOW YOU INFECTED
RISE FROM THE WRECKAGE AND BRING EM THE UNEXPECTED
OFF THE HOOK LIKE JIMMY I BREAK THE RECORD NO SPECIAL
THEY TRYNA SCREAM LIKE THEY METAL 
THEY TRYNA FLOW LIKE THEY RAPPIN
THEY DOIN NEITHER WHILE WE DOIN ANYTHING WE IMAGINE
WE BECAME LEGENDS AT A TIME WHEN WE WAS BROKE IN THE ALLEY
WAS SMOKIN BLUNTS OF TRASH LIVIN IN THE GARAGE BACK AT ELLIOTTS

Official Video

Xavier Wulf & Bones - CrashLanding

yunggoth✰ - loved me (prod. lilskys)

We are currently working on a complete rewrite of this song, and are getting close to wrapping it up. 

In the meantime I wanted to work out some of the melodies (which are a bit tricky on this song), so I started scoring parts of it using MuseScore (a free music scoring program) and next thing you know, I had done the whole thing. 

This is just for fun, the "serious" track - which includes a full complement of rock instrumentation - is forthcoming. While you wait for the elevator, please enjoy this "muzak" version of the track.

Here is a link to the score if you're into that sort of thing.  It's not perfect, and this is the first time I have done this sort of thing with a song.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VU5OyHkblUARrmbZp5SqxkLpa9SghVsu/view?usp=sharing

Rubbing (Muzak version)

Headlights

Seen the terminator, seen the matrix too, me and Stephen Hawking, we know what to do, coz' there ain't gonna be much of a fight, when the robots rise .... 

We don't get our act together we'll be history soon, the moment they are conscious is the moment we are doomed, when done evolving at the speed of light, they'll open up their tiny robot eyes ...... and what they see they won't like.

We'll be surplus to requirements, or the slaves of android tyrants, superceded by AI, when the robots rise .... are they the next step in evolution, a mechanical cure for biological pollution, they won't  just take your job they'll take your life, you can kiss your aunt's goodbye when the robots rise .....

Seen the terminator .....

Coz there ain't gonna be much of a fight ....
when done evolving at the speed of light .... they'll open up their tiny robot eyes, and what they see they won't like.

We'll be surplus to requirements, or the slaves of android tyrants, superceded by AI, when the robots rise ..... will they honour their creators, will they just EXTERMINATE us, logic say's that we all die, when the robots rise ......,..

Me and Stephen Hawking

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About the Song:

Nowadays everybody can become a Guru. You just need to put your face in front of a camera, scream some nonsense and little by little you will start to create your audience.
Most of the time people are more interested in how to share their ideas  instead of the concepts they try to spread. We should maintain a more critical attitude so to understand who has the knowledge and who has not.

Lyrics:

Blah! 

Many voices, gurus and heroes 
What a lucky time we are in 
Every question has an answer in a minute 
why should I have to think 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
but we all are alike 
I don't feel that peculiar 
I'm turning the volume down 
Everybody giving you directions 
on how to live on how to feel 
random people whining from a soapbox 
and we the puppets listening 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
on these crazy days 
I don't feel that peculiar 
try to listen to what you say 
I'm leaving all this crowd 
no more nonsense no more 
what I hear is just this 

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH 

Everyday I'm loosing my perception 
on what is true and what is false 
day by day I'm feeding my addiction 
media Mary Jane in me 
'Cause we all feel peculiar 
but we all are slaves 
I don't feel that peculiar 
now it's my time to escape 
I'm leaving all this crowd 
no more nonsense no more 
what I hear is just this 

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH

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30 Mar 2018

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A Creatures Cage - The Void

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

official music video out now: http://bit.ly/crossroadsvid

produced by @netuhbeats
additional production from @djkhaledsson

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crossroads (prod. NetuH)

Wandering around in the wilderness, wondering when I’d fall off the edge
Watching as the goat slips and trips over the ledge
But besides the bloody bones, there was nothing that remained
Oh…landing on a landslide, insects slip and slide

Wondering around in the land of the lost, watching as the highlander
Searches in vain, with a subtle psycho-pathetic black candor
He seemed to have lost something at great cost, so he slaughtered a lamb
And cutting up the cadaver, he took a shower in the falls

Wandering around in the wilderness, through the eyes of a necromancer
As he digs up the remains of a long-passed ancestor
Skull, spine and hips, thigh bones and ribs were all that remained
Landing on a landslide, like insects we slip and slide

He crushed up the bones and mixed them with the soil left of the flesh
And with his blood, and that of the lamb and of the mountain goat
He was flying full of fire, spitting sparks, ever higher
Spinning on the threshold of the heavenly desire

As he gazes out over the grasses 
The stars form a picture, his light begins to flicker

As he soars up over the tower
Poles, charged with power
And sparks like stars in showers
He moves inside you, hunting you down

BARDS: Of The Morning Star

Rubbing

BUY OUR LIES

Sweetness swirling
I know it's coming
Feel my fire 
I watch you turnin'

The other way 
The other way 
Every day it's the same

You run away 
You run away
Baby, it's what you say

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

Feel my anger 
It's not enough
Touch my temple 
You never touch

The other way 
The other way 
Every day it's the same

You run away you run away
Now baby, it's what you say

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

What do you want from me?
What's this I have to see?
I gave you all of me,
Now here's what's left of me

Yeah, Whatever...

selfless years

05.2018. A free song to listen, download, share, enjoy. Comment below, click like or dislike it.

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It feels good to be

Photosynthesis

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VxOwSNvXTA

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