ISTA STVAR

AfuerA

Ce morceau est une véritable friandise sonore. Dès les premières notes, on est plongé dans une ambiance chaleureuse et sucrée, comme une balade ensoleillée un après-midi d'été. Les sons sont doux, les rythmes sont légers, et l'ensemble crée une atmosphère détendue, parfaite pour se relaxer ou accompagner une conversation agréable.

En écoutant "Tasty", on a l'impression de savourer une boisson fraîche sur une terrasse, en bonne compagnie. C'est un morceau qui réchauffe l'âme sans être envahissant, idéal pour ajouter une touche de légèreté à votre journée.
N'hésitez pas à l'écouter et à vous laisser emporter par sa douceur !

This track is like a real sonic treat. From the very first notes, you're dropped into a warm, sweet vibe — like strolling through a sunny afternoon. The sounds are soft, the rhythm is light, and the whole thing gives off a chill atmosphere, perfect for relaxing or vibing in the background of a good conversation.

Listening to "Tasty" feels like sipping something cold and refreshing on a terrace with good company. It’s a warm, feel-good kind of track that doesn't try too hard — just the right touch of smoothness to brighten your day.

Tasty

Stranded in Africa 
Words and Music by Tom Harris

[Verse 1]  
 When I was  eighteen, I left Geneva behind  
 Searching for something, a  place to rewind  
Through  Spain and through Italy,  Greece and the sea 
CYPRUS to Israel, the  road carried me    

[Verse 2]
Then to Ethiopia,  the land met my soul  
 First time my father’s  arms took hold  
 A ranch once a kingdom,  now cattle and dust  
 In Addis a home, but the  road called to us  
 

[Pre-Chorus]

 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen rolling,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
 Stranded on the highway, no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

 Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  


[Bridge]
 Then like a shadow, a  car pulled in slow  
 Araya stepped out, said,  "Someone will know" 
 A two-seater benz,  but no room for two  
 He vanished ahead, and we  prayed he’d come through  

[verse 3]
The wind carried whispers, their footsteps drew near   
Hearts beating louder, tangled with fear  
Then one reached his hand out, not a word, not a sound  
Just pointed behind us, to where help would be found  

[Pre-Chorus] 
 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen broken,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
Stranded on the highway no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  

[Outro]  
 Dust rose in the distance, a  truck rolling near  
 A moment of stillness, then  fading our fear  
 Ethiopia held me,  the road made me see  
 That adventure was  waiting for Debbie and me. 

Stranded in Africa

 Pain Without A Cause. This is the title track on an album full of ‘emotional songs I can relax to, and hopefully you also,’ combining Christian Rock with spiritual sounding instrumentals, created to bring ‘peace on a troubled world’…through music!

Pain Without A Cause

Some digs both at Elon being suspected of taking ketamine and the Iran B-2 Bomber Strike, and contemporary corporate HR behavior

Lyrics:

True growth comes from being comfortable with discomfort
Mockery is just the universe's way of keeping our ego in check
Their probing had pinpointed my encumbrance
And had me by the neck
ahh ahh ahh ahh

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom 
And fly no colors at all
Their shout is a rattling of chains, always was
When back against the wall


With trepidity i turned the pages
What he'd said was not for the meek
The best way to cure your nostalgia for the middle ages
Is to shit outside for a week 


They had winkled out my side vocation
Through the free market
In a form of distributed computation
But i felt that i could still dart around 
Any verbal machicolations


HR had me in the fish bowl
Interrogation from dawn to dusk 
Imagine coming down from a k hole
And finding out you're Elon Musk


She started we're not here for manners
And since there's no time to waste
You look like someone who eats bananas
For the shape and not the taste

I retorted bananas betoken
The dietary methodology 
That cellular processing of glucose is broken 
From the onslaught of modern insults to biology

Despite the degree to which this perturbed
She regained her nerve and said very well
It says here you should be in hell
But since you were a backend developer
We will consider that time served

She thundered what I'd done
Was not a smart play
What had gone supercritical with her parishioners
Who ratted me out the other day
Was that I had openly wondered 
If i might not draw better pay as a political prisoner

She bothered to insert the word official
As i was tallying her counter-poises
When sifting through waffling interstitials
You have to listen for these itty bitty noises

She's quite the girl with which to hang
By any available means
I tried to pass her interrobang
Without spilling the beans
But for the unwary
Your mileage may vary
It's best just to keep up with your leafy greens

While extoling her masters' daring
She was wearing me down with her slow rolling 
Since i felt I still had some juice
With her pincer move prepended
I decided to bite first and extended
Low sensitivity control systems will always
Underperform and often produce the 
Opposite effect as intended 


When I got back to my desk
I felt that I'd drained concupiscence to the dregs
Mercifully this was interrupted by my neighbor
Who said
The lion does not concern himself with OSHA regs 


He said one thing from the service stuck with him
The B-2 pilots had a doggerel for when they fly
Real penetration has never been tried
Which doubled as a joke about Communism
And some lady's remembrance of THAT guy 

I had a sneaking admiration
For the ways of this little freak
And contributing to the mystique
Was the ribaldness of his technique


His bluster fell a little flat
I silently wondered if i can
Take lessons on being a man
From a dude who tucks his ears into his hat


He dipped another nacho
And tried to make it look macho
He said they used to call us squares
Then turned up the volume on Rio Bravo


I wondered at his game and thought
She tells her therapist about you
She tells her handlers about me
We are not the same 


The organization's career path
Was a little over sold
Accept the brand new label
And something under the table
And head for the pot of gold
And the ranks of the well-bred
And be led into the library of Babel
By the latent manifold

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Real Penetration Has Never Been Tried / Interrobang

This is a fun dance songs with a lot of Arabic adlibs to bring this song to life. Special thanks to Tom. Horner, Khalednk, and Vinicius for their work on this project. Turn it up, and Stomp.

Blue Stomp

Frog Galliard

התבואי אהבה

Originally I had written this more than a year ago under the heavy influence of Sonic Youth and Thurston Moore memoirs in particular (around the same time as "Forgotten Boy" which was also driven by the same matters). I tried to record it back then though the result wasn't quite satisfying, so until now it existed only as an Instagram reel where I was playing it live.

It could have remained like this if I hadn't realized that this tune might fit in perfectly with my new Da Tape De H project. So here it is, wide dynamics and fierce high-gain strumming properly produced and put on tape with Tascam 424 MKIII portastudio.

Abu Dhabi
7/21/2025

Sonic Wave

Dark Mind

A creative singer who writes what is in my heart.

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