Name: Gliding by Hairyhondaman in Still More Instrumental
Duration: 3 min 45 s
Description: A pleasant instrumental, which makes me the feel of gliding.

Lovely,gliding sounds, uplifting music, great work

Still More Instrumental

For The Children (2021)

A pleasant instrumental, which makes me the feel of gliding.

Gliding

Titeltrack of our Heavy Metal Band project. This is our 4th song.

Vibrating Metal Lady

Sensual Theorems

Mandarine Impressionist Chantilly

remix complet : instrumental et vocal du morceau de bE AnOthEr mis en ligne il y a 6 ans ...

My inner secret stach

T.O.Y.S.

Come get it cause tonight is
The night to feel alive and get drunk like you
Drunk like you
Hey now, when we were love drunk
Oh, we were fire, fire up to hell
Fire up to hell yeah yeah yeah yeah
While you were love drunk you said, so did I
We were dancing, getting naked and
Lying on the beach
On the sand
So with two packs of cigarettes in my hand
And one last great sip from my sings
From my sings yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let me sit back, enjoy the view
Ooooohhhhh
Parties late night, take us to the coast
But, ya drunk
On the sand
On the sand
When we were love drunk
When we were love drunk

All instruments & vocals by Christophe

Love Drunk

La Poursuite Infernale (the Hellish Pursuit)

BESSIE AND YOU
OUT OF THE BLUE
IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS

YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THROUGH
AND LOVE WAS TOO
THEN YOU KISSED HER

AND IT SUDDENLY FELT
LIKE NOTHING YOU FELT
BEFORE YOU HELD HER TIGHT
AND IF LIFE IS A FEAST
YOU SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST 
BUT SURE NOT FOR LEAST
ALRIGHT

A WALK IN THE PARK
AN OVERLOOK IN THE DARK
TO WATCH YOUR LITTLE BABY SLEEPING

SOMETIMES A SPAT
A TINY TIT FOR TAT
AND BACK ON THE OLD TRACK OF LOVIN

SHE’S NOT GRETA BARDOT
OR EVEN BRIGITTE GARBO
BUT MAN I KNOW YOU LOVE HER SO
AND IF HEAVEN EXISTS
I SURE WISH YOU THE BEST
AN EVERLASTING NEST
UP THERE

AND IF HEAVEN EXISTS
WHO’S THE BEAUTY WHO’S THE BEAST
WHERE’S THE EAST WHERE IS THE WEST
BESSIE
YES IF HEAVEN EXISTS
I SURE WISH YOU THE BEST
AN EVERLASTING FEAST
SOMEWHERE

BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE
BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE
BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE

BESSIE AND YOU (Lyrics) Song for Greg and Bessie

Epil - Another Dimension

SHORT FILM LINK => https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTpJ1dkhuUc

"The Mourning Path" is an indipendent short movie realised by the Sardinian artists Mebitek and JeleRaus.
It is the story, and the point of view, of a young woman, Kate, who experienced her greatest loss: her life - but also the loss of all those painful episodes which mark each and every existance - letting them go by facing them one last time.
Her path to oblivion, strongly desired, is marked by the encounter with her most oppressive obsessions and sufferings, which are personified, anthropomorphised, a quintessence of desperation.
The last Boss, exactly as inside a videogame, represents the Electra complex, not in a Freudian point of view, but mostly in a literary sense.
In this work, identity - art - technology are inextricably intertwined: in fact the art medium used is technology itself, especially in the editing phase, in which this aspect played an essential role, without which the objective wouldn't have been reached.
Here, identities represented by the artistic medium are more than one: the woman, seen as a daughter, as a protagonist, as a desperate and strong entity, but hopefully never stereotyped; the father, who is also represented in many different ways within the project; the entities and identities which personify everyone's life phases, framed in an unsettling but at the same time liberating scenography. But in a way it also represents a community of people's identity, whose shared imagines and beliefs shaped a collective imagination which can be represented and read in multiple ways.
Therefore, this project is a manifestation of the union between identity - art - technology. 


Original Soundtrack by mebitek:
Single: https://mebitek.bandcamp.com/track/lonely-and-deeply-the-mourning-path-original-soundtrack
EP: 

https://www.amazon.it/Mourning-Path-Mebitek/dp/B07YNKD669/ref=sr_1_2?__mk_it_IT=%C3%85M%C3%85%C5%BD%C3%95%C3%91&keywords=mebitek&qid=1572853858&sr=8-2

credits

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The copyrights of all mebitek works are administered by the Mechanical-Copyright Protection Society (MCPS).

Lonely and Deeply (The Mourning Path Original Soundtrack)

Funk City (Instrumental)

Unity

Sunshine

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

Gliding

Hairyhondaman

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