Name: Toxic Ways by ᑎoiseᗩlter
Duration: 3 min 7 s
Description: made for someone in particular.... you know who you are.

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Good sounding track - good vocals and well produced - well done !

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Cool track. I like this vocals style. Good job

finally, someone who knows what alt rock is 😆this is great!

Are You Ready To Move On?

These Times

A Good Lie

MAGALAND

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We're thrilled to share our second collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/thecorkingcrackband! This Christmas song was born from a desire to inspire hope, empathy, and action.
✨ Let's Make A Change is a call to reach out to those in need, to turn the spirit of Christmas into real actions that make a difference. It speaks of children dreaming of a warm meal, families torn apart, and communities struggling to survive. But above all, it's a celebration of the power of love and solidarity.
Join us in lighting the flame of generosity. This season, let’s remember that the true miracle of Christmas is what we can do together. 🎁
🔔 Enjoy the song and... Let's Make A Change!
Released on major streaming platforms on December 19, 2024.
©2024 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Lights are shining cold tonight
Wars rage on in endless fight
Kids are dreaming of a meal
Christmas time let's make it real

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Families torn by cruel regimes
Freedom's just a distant dream
Sickness holding tight its grip
Can we give a bit more this trip

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Snowflakes falling hearts are calling
We can rise though times are stalling
This season's magic it's in giving
Together we can keep them living

Tiny hands and hungry eyes
Prayers for food under the skies
Christmas whispers one more try
Let's unite and lift them high

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Lift them high
Lift them high
Lift them high
Lift them high

Let it BE Xmas

Let's Make A Change (feat. The Corking Crack Band)

90's inspired Hard Rock made in Detroit.

Who's to say you find a way to hold us back again.
The lesson keeps us so alive, just like the living dead.
Can't stop the speculation.....bonafide.
Running out of sound again, losing just in time.

Cold rejection an unfamiliar song. The art of being wrong.
It's Called projection. You tell me to be strong. The art of being wrong.

Cast aside the human try, holding on to Psalms you don't abide.
Fugitives placed on a train, broken down annihilation, forget the baggage claim.

Cold rejection an unfamiliar song. The art of being wrong.
It's Called projection. You tell me to be strong. The art of being wrong.
I'm tired to hear your wrong again.

Why stand forty stories tall. Head check you're not a hero.
Pages from a manuscript. Plain and clear you didn't read at all.
Head check you're not a hero.
When it comes to devastation, I guess we've scene it all. 
Time to watch it fall.

The Art of Being Wrong

Introduction in English:

Manfred (‘Manne’) was my oldest friend. We used to play together in the sandpit. 
We were both very contrasting characters. I was ambitious for a long time and wanted to excel through special achievements. Manne, on the other hand, preached idleness and complete freedom from pressure even as a teenager.  He often laughed at me from his lotus position when I got bogged down in something. I secretly admired him for his attitude of pure being and complete freedom from purpose. 
Through him, I learnt about the benefits of slowness and pausing. And he was a sensitive companion when I came into contact with certain drugs such as cannabis, alcohol and cocaine in my early adulthood.     
Unfortunately, from his mid 20s onwards, he tipped more and more towards the destructive side of drug use. During this time, we both drifted further and further apart. The last time I saw him, he seemed like a wreck to me. I could already sense that things weren't going to be good with him for much longer. 
Nevertheless, I was shocked when I learnt of his early death at the age of just 31. 
Since then, I have visited his grave every year and see how many beautiful aspects of him live on in his son, who is my nephew. 
With this song, I would like to honour him with my own personal musical memorial.   

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Manne Manne

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I just don't quite understand
That you left so soon
You pissed off from one day to the next

Manne Manne, you were such a cool hero
In your anti-achievement world
Instead of storm and stress in a noble snail's pace
A bohemian with a song of lullabies

Believed in you for a long time,
In your ‘Let yourself go’ poem
Your vision of life without haste

Without any pressure and stressful scabies
Just stay lying there
Behind misty coloured windows
Against the compulsion to do!

Manne manne, you were once so beautiful
You could turn women's heads
With your deeply chilled charm
Even the proudest lay in your arms

Manne Manne, master of slowness
Of ‘I don't have to do anything, I always have time’
Of life beyond ‘Nine to Five’
Of twilight sleep in the realm of night owls

Lord of the drug world
Herring-hook-less tent
Invited us into

Strange magic worlds
Where no rules apply
Into dark shadowy spaces
Gave us a light there

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I never quite understand
That you went down like that
I've missed you a few times

Manne Manne, I`ve dreamt of you sometimes
Damn, I missed it somehow
To stop your self-dissolution programme
At the last meeting it was already much too late

Manne Manne
Manne Manne
Manne Manne
 
 




Manne Manne

Wait a Minute

Starting production and mastering for A long way from Texas and realised that my love for country was re-sparked by the band black stone cherry so it would not be right to do a country album although noone will hear but still it would not be right  without paying tribute to them for their influence. This song is about my love for motorcycles in southern the southern rock genre.

2 wheels

No valid love

made for someone in particular.... you know who you are.

Toxic Ways

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Toxic Ways

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