Orchetastic

Contentedness

Ancestral Paths

**No Hair** is a nostalgic tribute to the '80s. A simpler time full of long-haired people who are now bald. Longing for the wild, free life, with few conflicts and lots of fun. Bring back the '80s!


**No Hair**

I used to have hair, some pretty cool hair;  
I used to have hair, some pretty cool hair;  
But time went by, it fell out, and now I despair.  

I’d drive down the avenue, in my brown Beetle car;  
No seatbelt, no care, no radar, no regard;  
But time went by, it broke down, and now I despair.  

I had a color TV, had a stable job too;  
Guaranteed pension, and a monthly wage due;  
Bounced checks in my name, played games I shouldn’t play;  
The bribe was the norm, and the feds were on the way.  

There were smoking sections, expansion in the air;  
Monopoly money, then the Real was there;  
Adrenaline pumping, every day was a show!  
The poison in the can was way stronger than DDT could throw.  

I used to have hair, some pretty cool hair;  
I used to have hair, some regular hair;  
I want my hair back, just some regular hair.

Cabelas é uma homenagem nostálgica aos anos 80. Uma época simples e cheia de cabeludos, que hoje são carecas. Saudades da vida louca e livre, de poucos conflitos e de muita curtição. Volta anos 80.

Cabelas

Eu tinha um cabelo, um cabelo legal;
Eu tinha um cabelo, um cabelo legal;
Mas o tempo passou, ele caiu e agora estou mal.

Eu descia a avenida, com meu fusca marrom;
Sem cinto, sem juízo, sem radar, sem noção;
Mas o tempo passou, ele fundiu e agora estou mal.

Tinha TV colorida, tinha emprego formal;
Previdência garantida e salário mensal;
Tinha cheque sem fundo, tinha jogo ilegal;
O tempo era propina e a polícia federal

Tinha assento de fumante, tinha plano de expansão;
Moeda de mentira, que depois virou real;
Tinha muita adrenalina, todo dia era um show!
O veneno da lata bem melhor que detefon.

Eu tinha um cabelo, um cabelo legal;
Eu tinha um cabelo, um cabelo normal;
Eu quero meu cabelo, meu cabelo normal.

No Hair (Bring back the '80s!) / Cabelas

When a space rock’s radius (the distance from its centre to its edge) grows to around 200–300 kilometres, its own gravity becomes powerful enough to reshape it. At this size, gravity pulls the rock’s mass inward toward its centre, overcoming its irregular structure and creating a more spherical shape. 

Feddo: all keys
Peter: guitars, bass and drum programming
Artwork: Arvind Jayashankar

Potato Radius

This is the extended part of the end of my first "Nullanon" song.  Just some funky blues, that's all, moderately repetitive.

LYRICS (at the end):
Let there be something new?
No, it's all The Same.

Turbulence Of The Nullanon

Olipa kerran kukka. 

Lyrics:

1. Niinkuin kukat kääntyy valoon
käännyn sinua päin
ja kun muilta juoksin pakoon
sinun viereen jäin

vapaaehtoisesti vallan
Oon tässä
vailla sarvia ja hampaita

joo
Ooon
varmaan joskus vaikee
liian melankolinen ja haikee
mutta sinun kanssa 
löytyy aina ilo

vaikka kiven kolosta

   ja nyt vain  
nautin 
olosta

2. Niinkuin kukat kuolee janoon
nuupahdan ilman sua
nuput jäisi kiinni
enkä 

vapaaehtoisesti vallan
oon tässä
vailla sarvia ja hampaita


   ja nyt vain  
nautin 
olosta

joku tykkää tästä
kukkapolosta

Kukka

Thurlasios_03.01

2025-03-18

rays of light

Through the tear_02

Through the tear_04

romantic! (unfinished)

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
Multi-instrumentalist, all types of music, all types of methods.
Occasional collaborations with other artists.
Sometimes I post the sheet music if it's piano.
Lately, my favorite instrument is a TE OP-1 Field keyboard.

Turbulence Of The Nullanon

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