Set It Up

That's right, I have a new axe...a Schecter. I never even considered one before. But, I saw great reviews(and it cost 1/3 the price my Les Paul) so I picked one up. I wrote this epic instrumental to give it a test drive. I cut the drum loops (and gave them that big 80s feel), used my LPs for the rhythm guitars, played bass, layered harmonies of the Schecter's sweet, singing tone for the chorus and let 'er rip on some lead and Floyd Rose dive bombs. Such a fun guitar to play!

Dawn of a New Blade

Original song: @neowakan  - Selfless On The Loop 
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20-11-24

Selfless On The Loop

House of a Bad Reputation

House Of A Bad Reputation

I need to put my headphones on

The voices are so loud...

I feel so much safer when I'm locked in my     closet 'cause I'm never good...

It's a real pain to be lost in my brain

I'm suddenly gone but then I'm back 

But not the same


They said there is something wrong with me

I'm suddenely gone then I come back but I'm not the same,oh my lord

They tell me I want to be a good girl

But I don't know how


They tell me I'm bad 'n to take my pills

But I don't

Cause I wanna be wild and go to hell

...Oh yeah


The voices tell me what to think

But it's sending chills down my spine


You know I'm not like everybody else

Peuh, Too bad for them


But mama you're so so sillIy 

I'm gonna have to make you pay

Keep the lights off and try to find me

But be quiet

Cause the voices are listening to us

Sssh....very quiet


It's really a pain

To be lost in my brain

Then I'm suddenly gone

Then even sooner back again

What is my name

What do you think

You can call me whatever you want

But I won't answer or obey

Cause it's fun

To be hiding away

To glide down on the rails

Leadin' to hell

Then there before

And I'll come up for air

The demon is watching me pull the hair out of my head and you can sit and watch and sit there and stare at the shadows on the walls

And danse to my beat and pass through the walls and go into your room and take out my knife...

And cut you up because

 'cause you're a bad mother

And now you will pay



So Skit So

“The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters.” — Antonio Gramsci

allongé sur mon canapé
affalé devant la télé
lassé des pitreries stériles
de Folamours télévisés

à mon tour ! maitre des mondes
disponible et motivé
je suis prêt

allongés sur vos canapés
affalés devant vos télés
regardez, comme c'est facile
mes faux amours télévisés

pour toi, maitre des mondes
suis disponible et motivé
je suis prêt 

 (x2) 
l'allure outrancière 
la machoire batracière
j'opère ma mutation
je suis Syoïse le poisson

tapi dans mon repère 
la mémoire carnassière
avec pour vous déplaire 
vos amours en gibecière

à mon tour, l'être immonde
impavide, désabusé
je suis laid

occupé à fourbir mes armes 
à aiguiser l'acier
avant qu'à l'oeil la larme
vous ne me remerciez

pour toi, maitre des mondes
impavide, désabusé
je suis laid

(x3)
-- amphibien amphibie 
-- affublé de lubies

(x2)
on me  couronne
au son des orgues
Ubu pompeux et confus / Ubu imbu et repu
-- on te couronne
-- au son des orgues
-- Ubu pompeux et confus / Ubu imbu et repu
 
(x2)

j'ai l'arme dévastatrice
j'ai l'ame rédemptice
et l'armée complice
d'un savant fou
savez-vous

-- sauvez-vous
-- sauvez-vous

je marquerai de mon sceau
les planètes rebelles
-- retourne à ton seau
-- et retourne à ta pelle / tu nous caches l'arc en ciel

Syoïse le poisson

A song for a forgotten hero.

Lyrics;
The Kid's been everywhere
that he's ever gonna go.
Had a real rough reputation
That no one here would know
He has a home to rest his head. 
He's too old for moving on
And no one here will shed a tear
the day The Kid is gone

The things that you rely on
In time are bound to change
Live long enough your world begins
To look and feel real strange
These youngsters acting up
Living life without a care
He'd watched them from a distance
As they turned his world to theirs

Sitting in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old

The Kid a tough and fearless man
Was not one to back down
And in his day they showed respect
When The Kid would come to town
But today it doesn't matter
what The Kid once said or did
No one here remembers
The man known as The Kid

Rocking in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old













The Kid

🛏🌆🌛🌗🌜⁂©All Rights Reserved 04-2025
©Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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Dreamwave's Night Escape

Free Spirited

Title track of the album which is dedicated to Perotine Massey who, in the reign of Bloody Mary, was burned at the stake, she being pregnant: "And the said Masseys infant breaking violently out of the mothers wombe into the fire, was taken out once and presently throwne again into the fire and burnt." 1590

Of Earth

01 String Machine

MARS SWEET VALS

Aileen Asatouri, Այլին Ասատրեան, آیلین اساتوری aka "Neowakan" (nē,ō-wäh-kähŋ/neo-walk-on) is an Iranian/Armenian Vocal, Songwriter & Composer
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original music/lyrics ©Neowakan
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DM for collaborations

Selfless On The Loop

Neowakan (Aileen Asatouri)