I Put It In A Frame

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUCE LEE – NOVEMBER 27, 1940
A small tribute song from The Empire, dedicated to
the creator of JEET KUNE DO, the legendary martial artist,
the ONE and ONLY, 'BRUCE LEE.'
Rest in peace, Bruce Lee (1940-1973)."

Grave Digger

Grave Digger (TEOTFM Tribute to BRUCE LEE – Happy Birthday) REMIX #6

Singing a fascinating poem from my late father...

Na anímica existência, nosso corpo suporte,
atómica aparência, está condenado à morte.
E, em geral, morre ao fim de umas dígitas décadas,
sem que deixe pegadas, nem toques de clarim.
E um protista ridículo o decompõe no sono,
o faz descer no ciclo do azoto e do carbono.
Mas a alma, essa etérea instância que em nós sonha,
terá também bactéria que a ataque e decomponha?
Esta a magna questão, prenha de consequência,
que me assombra a ilusão de uma sobrevivência.

E, se os homens se vacinam nesta vida, que é de penas,
isso significa apenas que os micróbios nos dominam.
São os nossos seguidores, inimigos incansáveis,
pais de pústulas e dores, de doenças incuráveis,
que nos amargam os dias, nos fazem descrer da sorte,
nos deixam de mão vazias perante a força da morte.
É por isso que esses frios postos de vacinação
são nossos templos sombrios para uma técnica oração.

English translation:

In the animical existence our supporting body,
atomic appearance, is condemned to death.
And, in general, it dies after a few finger decades,
without leaving footprints or bugle calls.
And a ridiculous protist decomposes it in its sleep,
makes it go down in the nitrogen and carbon cycles.
But the soul, that ethereal instance that dreams within us,
is there also a bacteria that attacks and decomposes it?
This is the great question, full of consequences,
that haunts my illusion of a survival.

And if men vaccinate themselves in this life, which is full of suffering,
it just means that microbes dominate us.
They are our followers, tireless enemies,
parents of pustules and pains, of incurable diseases,
that make our days bitter, make us disbelieve in luck,
leave us empty-handed before the strength of death.
That's why these cold vaccination stations
are our dark temples for a technical prayer.

Templos Sombrios

Saskia Goethals: composition, lyrics, execution, production, photo of wallpainting

Inspired by Michele Ansani: Timelines

https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/timelines-final-draft?si=8dbc3c8ffc0741e4ad423001fb4e047d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Sadness (remastered)

Fully remixed album (from March 2024 demos) updated with live drums by Martyn James. Contains midlife reflections on many things, belated bouts of outrage and billions of backing vocals.

Say it now

Vedran - I’ve Been Waiting for You

Just patterns converging and diverging in many subtle ways.

Ok so I decided to leave this as an instrumental for now. I think this final version is the best mix. Feel free to leave a comment.



Switching Lanes

Step Inside Love (Cover)

[trigger warning - accident/police/death]

v - lyrics - v

right before we crashed out

I learned the truth

and ever since then

stuck on a loop 

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how 

stuck on a loop

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

remember now


I can't remember now

how the story began

I just know its cold now

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand


and though we're dead n-n-n-

and though we're dead now

and though we're dead n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand


right before we crashed o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I learned the truth

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owe

and ever since then

never-ending crash out

you knocked it loose

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

I can't remember how

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I just know its cold now

stuck on a loop

stuck on a loop

and all the warmth in all the land

still wouldn't be enough to

resurrect what we had

and though

I can still feel your hand

feel your hand

feel your hand

your hand

and though we're dead now

I can still feel your hand

I can still feel your hand

- Jaemey Turnips [ cryfae ]


crash.loop

Thank you to everyone listening lately 🤎
This song comes from real emotion — I hope you can feel it too 🌿

YOU REMIND ME WHO I AM

“A reflective alt-rock ballad about distance, memory, and the longing for connection. Written and performed by Peter Lugha. #Funebra #AlternativeRock #WishYouWereHere”

I Put It In A Frame

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