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Splash Rash (A Waltz) disquiet0491

hl by nik
picture by semporex (lore important)

la lunacie homicidaire : le opinion de merde

In this land of dark and dust,
my heart corrodes, turned to rust.
Lost in a sea of loathing,
drifting far, the pain unclosing.

Echoes call from depths unknown,
chill of wind, a ghostly tone.
Tethered tight by unseen chains,
haunted by unspoken pains.

A wraith adrift on shadows’ tide,
lost between the worlds I hide.

A kiss to soothe my aching bones,
to mend the cracks, to still the moans.
A fleeting touch in shadows deep,
a lullaby to bring me sleep.

She rocks me gentle, she rocks me slow,
a silent guide where shadows grow.
And in the night, when whispers roam,
she leads me through the dark unknown.

She loves me deep, she brightens my soul,
filling the cracks, making me whole.
She breathes new life into my veins,
easing all my buried pains.

A wraith adrift on shadows’ tide,
lost between the worlds I hide.

Wraith Adrift

the generation sickness (instrumental 1)

Ciudad Travesia

A little bounce on the dance floor banger! 

It's my Track for the One Synth Challenge on kvraudio.com featuring Hy-Poly as Synth. I have used the free version of Hy-Poly which restricts features a little  but is still immensely capable.

HY - A - GRESSIVE

HY - A - Gressive

My Submission for the OneSynthChallenge #137 using the virtual synth HY-Poly (Free Version)

Track made with Ableton Live 10.1 and Hy-Poly free

Using: 39 separate instances of Hy-Poly free as well stock plugins from Live including:
Utility
EQ Eight
Compressor
Glue Compressor
Limiter
Reverb
Delay

Patterns

H-Man - Patterns

Day 15: 
There was unconscionable frolicking and merriment and the gents and I got to talking. We found agreement.

We couldn’t stand idly by while the intellectual contagion of unsanctioned mirth and revelry threatened to countermand the stiff upper lips and tightly-clenched cheeks that duty demands.

We knew we had to stamp it out.

But how?

We tore our imaginations asunder, bruising and molesting our very grey matter in search of some perfectly banal evil we could levy against our chipper foes.

Then we struck upon it, that stroke of genius. It was John-boy‘s design. That mad devil! It could very well work.

It all made sense now.

We got into position and bellowed the war-cries bestowed upon us by our esteemed houses and fortunate lineages. 

The band struck up. And we began our sinister enterprise: 

A conga line without end. A writhing, insatiable ouroboros of human flesh and whimsical queuing. 

Fearful smiles flashed but soon faded. Now they would know the meaning of suffering.

Hopeless hands held hardened hips as the sinful serpent consumed all. 

They never saw it coming.

Hey, Do You Know the Way to Shell Beach?

I fell in love with a girl I made
From different pieces I dug up from graves
Thirteen fingers and some crooked fangs
Marilyn's figure, Bettie Page's bangs
Creep in the shadows hiding from the sun
After midnight's when she has her fun
She gets ready stitching up her seams
Reading heavy metal horror magazines

When the night comes

Slip on a leather glove with rusty blades
A hockey mask or one with Shatner's face
Put on some makeup, don't forget your knife
The after-party is the afterlife

When the night comes

Her eyes are haunted like she has a curse
Sleeps in a casket and she drives a hearse
Like a monster when she misbehaves
So much blood that you can surf the waves

Come and party with the living dead
Decapitation is how we give head
Popping growlers of a witch's brew
So bring your victims and a corpse or two
Slashers, killers, and a zombie goon
Cemetery, howling at the moon
Slowly emerging from the misty haze
Smoking and drinking, wearing cheap black shades

When the night comes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6rWEnEozhQ

When the Night Comes

For clarity, remix insofar as i cba to write my own vocals so i got an acapella. Everything else is me :)

Degrader - As Above, So Below

Phil Sabean