winter 2025

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B-Side —> Alô Ayala

TWISEX - Horny ( TWICE - Fancy CupcakKe Remix )

I want to thank the wonderful work of my great musical sisters @myrhyum & @ladyofire Thank you very much for giving me the strength to carry out this tribute. Love Yours.

miss you forever, Kaia! www.instagram.com/kaia.valentim/

KAIA ft. Myrh & Lady of Fire Poetry

GIDLE Nxde CupcakKe Remix

Full credits go to: 
Ranvision - Edited 
NAYEON - Original Song

NAYEON - POP! (CupcakKe Remix) [ft. Pon Mi By Shenseea] - Ranvision

JISOO - 꽃 FLOWER (CupcakKe Remix)

Good Old Days

We all got them, some just can’t be seen……………cheers for having a listen


A constant reminder
A memory from afar
Now etched in time
My permanent scars

There’s another side to me
That you don’t really know
But if you look real hard
There’s a story to be told

And if it’s not what you wanna see
You can look away
They’re always gonna be there
My scars are here to stay

They been years in the making
Star of their own show
I can’t ask them to leave
Like me they got nowhere to go

A constant reminder
A memory from afar
Now etched in time
My permanent scars

My Scars

This song is a samba-rock that talks about the need to look forward to overcome obstacles and be happy. When we do what needs to be done, life becomes easier.

Do What You Have to Do

Leave the sadness aside, if you've been hurt;Let the dawn come; 
Each one has their burden, a heavy karma; Made just for you; 
And if everything goes wrong, double the smile; What can you do? 
Carry your shotgun, blame God or Mars; For what you lack;
See the sunrise through bars, unable to bail out; Who's going to defend you?
Do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do;
Leave that depression aside, double the smile; Make it happen;
Throw your meds down the drain, light up a joint; Watch the sunrise; 
Send it all to space, all this tiredness; Start to bloom again; 
When we're in the hole, only close ones; Can rescue us. 
They arrive quickly and throw down a ladder, but it means nothing If you don't want it;
Do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do;

Essa música é um samba-rock que fala sobre a necessidade de olharmos para frente para superarmos os obstáculos e ser feliz. Quando fazemos o que tem de ser feito, a vida fica mais fácil.

Faça o que tem que fazer

Deixa a tristeza de lado, se foi magoado;
Deixa amanhecer;
Cada qual tem o seu fardo, karma bem pesado;
Feito pra você;
E se tudo der errado, sorriso dobrado;
O que há de fazer?
Carregar seu bacamarte, culpar Deus ou Marte;
Por você não ter;
Ver o Sol nascer quadrado, inafiançável;
Quem vai defender?
Faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem que fazer, faça o que tem que fazer;
Deixa essa depre de lado, sorriso dobrado;
Faça acontecer;
Joga o Rivotril no ralo, acende um baseado;
Veja o Sol nascer;
Manda tudo pro espaço, todo esse cansaço;
Volta a florescer
Quando estamos no buraco, somente os chegados;
Pra nos socorrer.
Chega logo e joga a escada, mas não vale nada
Sem você querer;
Faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem que fazer, faça o que tem que fazer;

Do what you have to do (Faça o que tem que fazer)

Rainfall and a haunting melody, born from the ecological devastation wrought by Vale's Rio Doce catastrophe. A predicted tragedy, echoing through communities surrounding Brazil's mines.

It’s gonna rain, the dry land will soak.
It’s coming down, the dam will provoke.
It’s the law, we’ll pay the toll.

It’s gonna burn if the earth gets too hot.
We’re gonna lose if the water won’t drop.
It’s the law, don’t let it rot.

Can we still believe in this land,
That elects mining tycoons as eco-grads?
Miners who killed the people,
Who killed the rivers’ soul,
Who turned into mud what God once made whole.

Is it worth it? Will it be worth it?

Rise again, from ashes to bloom.
Learn to care, before it’s our doom.
To live, to breathe.
To live, to breathe.

Without nature, life will fade.
If we don’t start now, nothing will be saved.

Rain

Based on a collaboration of Indii Wild Moon and Nathaniel Ehrnman found here:
 
https://soundcloud.com/nathaniel-ehrnman/blue-september

Blue September

There are many versions and different traditions of the story of the Magi and about their journey. And about their origin. Pictured on the cover is a drawing found in the 'Catalan Atlas,' a map of the world dated to the late 14th century. Pictured here are the three kings. The caption reads: “This province is called Tarshish, from which came the Three Wise Kings, and they came to Bethlehem in Judaea with their gifts and worshipped Jesus Christ, and they are entombed in the city of Cologne two days journey from Bruges.”
But where was the city (or the country) called Tarshish (Tarsis, Tharsis), whose king was already mentioned in Psalm 72?
No one, exactly, knows.

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I recorded the guitar part in 2018, when bought a Guild (my Washburn had become mute ...), so the track has a lot of noise and imperfections. Then there were several attempts to organize the piece and arrange it. This could be the last one. It came rather long and slow. But long and slow was also that improbable (and hardly true) journey - perhaps one could imagine it by closing the eyes and listening to the music.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2018-2024).
Bansuri is courtesy of Aaroh; female vocals of Function Loops.
posted on SoundCloud: 2024, December 31

Traveling from Tarshish to Bethlehem * 🎧

The second track from my Echoes From The Wastelands EP!
And the first track to feature sounds from my new synth, the Arturia Microfreak!

Guitars used:
Gibson Les Paul Studio 
Yamaha Revstar 
Fender Precision Bass 

Novation Launchkey 49 MK3 midi keyboard 

Plugins used:
Tonex - Mesa Boogie Reference Signature Collection
Neural DSP Mesa Boogie MKiiC+ suite
Line 6 Helix Native
Arturia Analog Lab V
Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra 
Spitfire Audio - Labs Cassette Synth
Drums - EZ Drummer 3 - Dark Industrial 

Cover photo generated by A.I. 

Bandits

Black Dark Humor is a sad poem about the routine of life in a big city like São Paulo. A difficult day in the life of an ordinary Paulistano, facing work and dealing with the chaos of the city. A day when the earth stood still.

Black Dark Humor
Close the door, turn off the light;
The dream has just begun...
Another blinding day of heat,
And burning flames...
Last month hasn’t ended yet;
Time is just a shadow...
Through these hazy days, I agonize,
Then beg for mercy...

Have some pity on me;
I’m both devout and crude.
Sentenced to twenty years
In the penitentiary of boredom...
Now and then I try, at last,
To sigh without a thought...
To drown my feelings deep inside,
Then take off and fly.

It’s six o’clock, the morning’s here,
Yet the rooster never crows...
But my stern, responsible self
Shakes me up to rise again.
The bell tolls, I hide the sky,
A sky that bears no light...
The world still turns, yet somehow,
It stopped spinning for me...

Black Dark Humor (Negro Humor Negro)

Floating Away

Dream Again

Self-Conversation 1 (Bon Anniversaire Laurent)

Snapdragon

Black Pepper is a protest song that talks about the deep divide between the ruling class and the working class in Brazil. It highlights how the elite manipulates the population into fighting among themselves over ideologies that don’t truly represent them. While the poor defend meritocracy, politicians, judges, and high-ranking officials hold on to their privileges—funded by the hard work and sweat of the people.

Black Pepper
Everybody’s going crazy, no way to understand;
The guys up top just fighting for power in this land.
My friends don’t vibe no more, don’t even go for drinks;
Slaves to WhatsApp texts and the TV’s fake news links.

For some fancy congressman, some big-shot senator,
Honorable judge or the almighty prosecutor.
Waving their flags, trying to shove it down your throat,
Pushing their own side without a damn ounce of shame.

Nobody agrees, it’s just a big-ass fight,
And in the dead of night, they double up their might.
Stop all the beef and let’s go take a stand,
Against those snakes in suits who only wanna jam:

Black pepper—burns your ass, but they don’t care.

++++++++++ PORTUGUESE

Pimenta Negra é um música de protesto, que fala sobre o abismo que existe entre a classe dominante e os subalternos no Brasil. Fala sobre como essa classe manobra a população a lutar contra si própria por ideologias que não a abrangem. Enquanto o pobre defende a meritoricracia, os politicos, juízes e funcionários do alto escalão mantém seus privilégios, pagos com o suor do trabalhador.

Tá todo mundo louco, não tem como entender;
Os caras lá de cima nessa guerra de poder;
Meus amigos se estranhando, já nem saem pra beber;
Todos escravos de whatsapp e de noticia de tv;
Pelo nobre deputado, pelo ilustre senador;
Excelentissimo juiz ou o Dr. Promotor;
Levantando suas bandeiras, tentando impor;
O seu lado da sardinha sem o menor pudor;
Ninguem se entende, só tem confusão;
E eis que na calada os caras dobram o fundão;
Chega de brigar e vamos combater;
O falso planalto que só quer meter:
Pimenta negra, no cú dos outros é refresco.

Black Pepper (Pimenta Negra)

"Living Mannequin" talks about the need to become what fashion and today’s world demand us to be in order to be accepted by society: different.
We’re expected to be unlike anything that ever existed, to reject our roots and the teachings passed down by our parents—ignoring knowledge in favor of a new world order that claims all of humanity’s acquired wisdom has become obsolete with the rise of A.I.
We have to be strange in order to be original.

Living Mannequin

Why be so different?
Why not be more normal?
If everything I see looks just the same,
Then the weird one is the original.
Why not be reversed?
The opposite of that basic verse;
If I wear red, tattoo on my knee,
Hair, a hat or some All Stars on me.

Making faces and poses,
Walking back and forth all day;
Drinking, smoking... doing dumb stuff,
Living just to impress in some way.
Pulling out sighs,
From people who just watch TV;
They search and don’t find, they look but don’t see
What’s really worth living to be...

Selling their own universe,
In exchange for some dumb stares;
The dream is money, death is the mirror,
Living in a harbor with no piers there...
Gaining experience,
In what they don’t want to learn;
Fashion sets the routine,
In minds where “to have” beats “to be” at every turn...

******************** PORTUGUESE

Manequim Vivo fala sobre a necessidade de sermos o que a moda e o mundo atuais exigem que sejamos, para sermos aceitos na sociedade: Diferentes. 
Temos de ser diferentes de tudo que já existiu, renegar nossas origens e os aprendizados passados por nossos pais, ignorando o conhecimento em pról de uma nova ordem mundial, a qual dita que todo o conhecimento da humanidade adquirido se tornou obsoleto, com a chegada da A.I.
Temos de ser estranhos para sermos originais.

Por que ser tão diferente?
Por que não ser tão normal?
Se tudo que eu vejo, parece com o mesmo,
O estranho é o original;
Por que não ser reverso?
Inverso do verso vulgar;
Se eu uso vermelho, tatoo no joelho,
Cabelo, chapéu ou All Star;
Fazendo caras e bocas;
Andando pra lá e pra cá;
Bebendo, fumando...fazendo besteira;
Vivendo pra impressionar;
Provocando suspiros;
Do povo que só vê tv;
Procura e não acha, enxerga e não vê;
O que vale a pena viver...
Vendendo ser próprio universo;
A troco dos olhos boçais;
O sonho é o dinheiro, a morte é o espelho;
Vivendo num porto sem cais...
Ganhando experiência...
No que não se quer aprender;
A moda dita a rotina;
Na mente ter ou não ser...

Living Mannequin (Manequim Vivo)

‘On Free’ is a funk track inspired by Tim Maia, one of Brazil’s greatest musical artists. Its lyrics pay tribute to the freedom of being, challenging the status quo, material possessions, and the pursuit of wealth. The line, 'Your many millions are of no use, living behind walls, locking up gates,' serves as a cautionary message against becoming accustomed to living in confinement in exchange for peace. The song also honors the legacy of Tim Maia's classic work, ‘Rational Culture.’

On Free 

All your millions, they don’t make you wise  
Locked behind walls, where your freedom dies  
Scared of the young, of the love, of the real  
What’s the use of the gold  
If you forget how to feel?  
Just be...  
On Free  

 
Trapped in a world so square and so tight  
Chasing the power, the praise, and the fight  
Step out the frame, let your soul take the lead  
Peace is the power,  
That’s all that you need  
Just be...  
On Free  

  
Tired of life on the same old track  
Bills and control always watching your back  
Time don’t wait, it’ll knock at your door  
Ask what you lived for —  
Don’t wait for more  
Just be...  
On Free  

*****************PORTUGUES

On free é um funk inspirado em Tim Maia, um dos maiores artistas brasileiros. Trás na letra uma homenagem a liberdade do ser, em detrimento ao status quo, a posse e ao dinheiro. "De nada adianta, seus tantos milhões, vivendo entre muros, trancando portões." é um alerta para não nos acostumarmos a viver trancados para termos paz. Faz também uma homenagem ao clássico do Tim Maia 'Rational Culture'.

On Free

De nada adianta, seu tantos milhões
Vivendo entre muros, trancando portões
Com medo do novo, do jovem e do bom
De nada adianta, o importante é estar
On Free

Focado no mundo, quadrado e bundão
De ter, de poder
De querer ter razão
Sai dessa, vislumbra, o bom é ter paz
No mais, sem penumbra, o importante é estar
On Free

Cansado da vida, padrão e normal
De medo, boleto, controle total
E o tempo não para, depois vai cobrar
Os dias da vida, o que importa é estar 
On free

Onfree

CupcakKe - Look What You Made Me Do (Vagina X CPR REMIX)

The man who sold the world. YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLEaJAo9vVf60TYKOAhXahWnbkWi3RvvFs&si=NKf5MUNhsyGqH4Yp

Do what you have to do (Faça o que tem que fazer)

Pablo Diablo