I think this is one of industrial music but very original great❣️

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Words and music K.Gennery
image not my own

Best not dare go near your mind
you won't be held responsible
for the darkness that we may find
guess that makes you unsavable

Sway and swagger don't really matter
cause I believed in you

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

Immerse yourself in pityfull play
I don't understand you at all
guess youve always been that way
set up the height then nudge us to fall

Prim and proper don't really matter
cause I believed in you

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

Everything I said and done made no difference at all
All the things I tried to do, could not get through to you
you shut out the voices you'd hear
except for the ones in your head I tried my best.

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

somethings cooking

Hello! Here is a new collab! I bring my keyboard, clarinet and glockenspiel to the awesome drums of my friend @soundsofthekosmos. If you like this, don't miss to check our album "HIGHFLUX": https://ariad-music.com/music/highflux

Defrosted Sun

4 a.m.

MISERERE

a long improvised session on guitar held in 2018 and subsequently edited in cubase.

work in progress

 last night dream pt.II © 2022 by Nadìr is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

Last Night Dream Pt.II

Some New Kind Of Kick (Cramps Cover)

MlCK and l made this song over two years ago--He most generously agreed to let me Publish---You may have heard lt at his address- We both Love thls song very much, And we hope you do too!!:):)

Production and all orchestrations By Teth Sin
Lyrics and Singing ------by Stonerjazz

The Maestro

captured in the eddy of the river bright, the still life painted with the colors of the soul, the dead-eyed and the damaged wander through the landscape of the misty light without compassion for our plight.

even in the darkest night there’s drops of paint, notes from my guitar, and tiny light that usher in such lush delights, though worthless in the merchants eye, the maestro has the wings to fly…

it’s a big mess, got a hole in my chest, taken down and crushed like apples in a press, i confess to everything i’ve ever done. every single one of us… on the run.

when minds are quiet, the stink of revolution floats in the air, and the overlords they waste away in deep despair… slippin in the deep end not so quietly. fantastic sights!!
tin can rattle in the back, living in a tiny shack, standing in the middle of a two lane blacktop gazing at a cloud i saw some thirty years ago.

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