Only you hu hu can sing like that! Nice voice!

I Know My Self

Momo Wandel Soumah - Félenko Yéfé

ยังไม่หมดลม พูดมากแทบจะหมดคม 
ยกเป็นบทกลอน มั่นคงที่จะพ่นไป 
มีไฟยังไม่สั่นคลอน ยังหาญกล้าสู้หน้าทั้งที่สั่นรอน
หน้าที่ไม่เคยพอใจ เสแสร้งต่อหน้าเอาจนพอใจ 
พวกมึงหลอน ไม่เรียนรู้กันเลยหรอ โตผ่านร้อนผ่านหนาวจริงหรอ
โตมาปล้นฆ่า เล็งหัวยิงหน้า 
โกงเงินคนจน คนบ้า 
นักฆ่าผู้สุขสม หลอกเย้านางสนม
ทำนาบนหลังคน คอยหลอกด่าเศษฝุ่น 
ว่าเป็นเศษคน พวกมึงหลอน 
ไม่เรียนรู้กันเลยหรอ โตผ่านร้อนผ่านหนาวจริงหรอ?

นักฆ่าผู้สุขสม

Don't You Fall In Love With One Another?

Concert from Prince recorded for BBC Radio 1. In 1993, at the BBC's Broadcasting House Concert Hall, Prince played a secret show for 300 fans to say thank you for the reception to his then current tour with the New Power Generation.
Tracks he performed included: 1999 / Baby I'm A Star, America / Dance Music Sex Romance, Pope and Peach.

Prince Recorded Live at The BBC In 1993

This is my very special track that i released them as an unofficial track tribute to Carpenter.  I love this song so much i need to sing them to my wife in my wedding.  I sang them with my talkbox and i hope u enjoy them like me and my wife.

Close To You ( Cyndi Seui Unofficial Tribute To Carpenter )

This is a 30 minute "SoundBath". This is based around the tones for the Third Eye or Ajna Chakra. This also includes a 4.5 hertz monaural beat. The track contains classical guitar, Tingsha, Tibetan Singing Bowls, percussion, voice, Native American Flute and nature sounds.

http://sonicyogi.com

Soundbath - Ajna Movement #1 (30 Minute version)

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Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
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The Secret Of Golden Flower Tale by - Damien Knightley and @ventralisgolden

Read more from Damien's project: ''Tales From The ID''

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https://contacttalesfromth.wixsite.com/mysite

“The object lets us see within, the word lets us see without. A picture is a sound.”

These words were etched into the lintel upon leaving the Temple. Dry leaves crackled like tiny fires beneath my feet, twigs snapped like answers to unasked questions. 
I was used to this by now. I walked towards the orb, it’s blueish glow cast shadows across the scorched earth in protracted shapes and contours of dehydrated wizards prostrated on the rocks. The sand whipped against my skin, barely covered by this thin shroud. The journey had felt long but all journeys were timeless in the end. 
The orb hovered a few feet above the ground. Within its orbit I could hear the tumbling voices of Holy men washing themselves in mad koan puddles, their voices chewing on space-time with alien eloquence. They tell me not to forget about that non-material engine, that rumbling in the essence of the myriad things residing within.

“If all is mind. Where is no-mind to go out of it?” One voice asked.
“Who has no mind to be asking the question?” Replied another.
“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.” The group mind chanted.

The sound of the Shōdai moved the orb at first like a pan of bubbling rice.

“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.”

The orb unfurled into spiralling strands that would have the holiest of Shinshoku’s in ecstasy whereas Lao Tzu would have said “what?”.

I am panting like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Panting. Stepping over the dog who bares his teeth in search of the moon. 
“Chi, chi, chi!” Down boy. Follow the leader? No chance! I follow my breath instead, under this hot yolky sun mind that drips through the material fabric of my holy being-somewhere.

I take a moment to myself. Keep it cool, once there was nothing. I follow my breath towards the orb, now lilting with spore filled undulations and lotus petal sutras. 
I am not ready to leave. But I know the truth. I know that the trick is to keep the demon in the dark, don’t let him see the game. 

The old taxi driver, in his raspy voice of earthly measure, had taught me in the previous life that “If we conceive of the demon by the temple door, whose faculties are so sharpened that he can follow every molecule in its course, such a demon can invert the first law by extracting energy from the reservoir”.

The orb burst into a spiralling form that swarmed like kami, crystals in the fire enveloped me. The old dog's eyes widened with the moon. The glory of karmic death. 

“Feed the spirit foetus when the body fusion remains. But don’t flatter yourself o rigid disciple. Falter softly. Song smoothly through the measure of your straining soul”  

Finding immortality elsewhere, I turned attention to the fruit bowl. To the emptiness within the bowl. To the fruit it contained. To the seed that contained the tree. To the tree that contained the fruit bowl. In the garden is the mother. In the fibre. In my sock.

METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH

I could stay here, but decide to take my leave and walk towards the orb that spiralled into flower. It won't wait around forever.

The reflective sun reminds me of a holy belly, as it swallows me, the sickly scent of burning honey.

All is light, then all is dark, then all is light again.

J.A.K.A.M. - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SECRET OF THE GOLDEN FLOWER

On My Wave ft Hyphen

sorry about quality 
today I've got a little bit sore throat :(
btw I really crush on this song after I heard it today
so hope you enjoy it <3 lol !

Big thanks to oysterlovers <3

[cover] Only you - CeeLo Green Featuring Lauriana Mae

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