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I've got two hands that could hold your heart

But I can't seem to find you to try and start

♪

It's been three whole years since you have seen my face

♪

I left a while ago from your sweet grace

But no one can love me quite like you do

I'd cross the whole world just to talk to you

♪

And I've got two hands that could hold your heart

But after all these years were falling apart

♪

I tried to call you so many times

But you couldn't Answer

At least

Not that time

♪

But You've got two hands that could hold my heart

♪

You've lost yourself but we never try we'll never start

♪

After three whole years were both torn apart

Baby can't you see your my everything, everything

♪

I've got two hands let me hold your heart

You've got two hands come and hold my heart

I've got two hands let me hold your heart

You've got two hands come and hold my heart

Two hands

..FABULA: doublesided | darkbleed..
50:17,12.06.22,Electronic
tracklist:
1. песнь первая ; истинная история - свет
2. kusabimaru					
3. ai-tsuki
4. laptopstorytell
5. bbllaadde
6. non-organic oile
7. falling tear reflecting as a mirror
8. seaside5ix
9. lost toy
10. волк воющий на солнце	
11. u; can[ not ]
12. urheart ain't
13. rise to fall n rise again
14. segment'[_]zen
15. песнь вторая ; истинная история - тьма
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[ что я хотел бы сказать себе тогда ]
Чувствуя глубину мириад планет фибрами,сам себя ограничил и опустошил. То наполнялось,что в конце оставила кратер на своем,некогда,теплом месте.
Все более погружаясь в эскапизм,отсекая мир реальный,отторгал все то,что будет ценно после. Слепо чувствуя истинное и искреннее в том, что подобным поделиться не могло.
Присущее  свойство оказалось радикальным присвоением,что было высечено путем самообмана и нелепого оправдания.
БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,БЕГИ,но не убегай; 
Говори то,что хочешь сказать,то,что искренне желаешь;
Бойся отсутствия возможности,не результата;
Чувствуй,что чувствуешь,это нормально; 
Помни о целостности, о крови и ответственности;
Не усложняй и не отдаляйся, не сублимируй и не  забывайся.
Проснись.
Забирай свое и что принадлежит тебе, не бойся принять правду к себе и своему,ты таков,каким являешься.
Обрастай связями и доверием,формируй путь и освещение. Цени друзей и не позволь угаснуть любви к [...]. Старайся и не падай ниц пред крайностью и неудачей.
Прими боль,выжги.
Ты виноват в своей опустошенности сам.
Старайся не терять себя и свое,помни дорогу домой.
Обретай силу и спокойствие.
Формируй историю сам,пока это возможность у тебя не отобрали
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[ what i wanted to say then ]
Feeling depth of myriad planets by fibers, me restricted myself and devastated. filling up, what left behind a crater in ,once, warm place.
More and more diving in escapism, cutting off real life, rejected all that, what will be valuable after . Blindly feeling true and sincere in that, what couldn't share the same.
Inherent feature turned out radical appropriation, what was carved by self-deception and ridiculous excuse way.
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, but don't run away;
Say what you want to say, that, what you sincerely wish;
Fear the lack of opportunities, not result;
Feel what you feel, its normal;
Remember about integrality, about blood and responsibility;
Dont complicate and dont move away, dont sublimate and dont forget oneself.
Wake up.
Take what's yours and what belongs to you, dont fear to accept truth to yourself and yours, your are  what you are.
Overgrow with ties and confidence, form a way and  illumination. Appreciate friends and dont let the love to [...] fade away. Try and dont kneel if front of  extremity and failure.
Take the pain, ignite it.
You are to blame for your emptiness yourself.
Try to not lose yourself and yours, remember a way to home.
Form history yourself, before this opportunity took away.

FABULA: doublesided|darkbleed

bbllaadde

And when the light peeks in I'll find a certain hue / colors fall into my still life in the key of orange and blue / when I get to Amsterdam I'll paint a song or two / When I get to Amsterdam I'll paint my point of view

When I get to Amsterdam

YouTube has pictures from the farm days: youtu.be/2LV-Y6N6LLs
In the 1980's I made a radical change to my life by purchasing registered Holstein dairy cows and renting a farm. It was a hard way to make a living, but I was passionate. Paths eventually led to computers, but I still think about those days.
The song was purposely simple and written as an acoustic guitar ballad with some organ solo at the bridge.
VERSE1
In the quiet of the misty morning,
All is still as the new day is forming.
There’s dew on the grass as the sun starts glowing.
I look ‘cross the hills and I am smiling.
CHORUS
A way of life on the farm.
There were hardships, but there was charm.
Despite the work, it’s where I belong.
Memories come back as I sing this song
VERSE2
The land was poor and the nutrients gone.
Endless chores that were never done.
Dairy cows, chickens, cats, and a dog.
Lives to care for, and lots of love.
VERSE3
A dream and a passion for many years,
Plenty of happiness and plenty of tears.
We got strength from each other, to face all our fears,
But the farm was a struggle and forced new careers.

DAVEHEFFNER.COM

On The Farm (ft. Dave Heffner - vocals)

Smoko - the Ozzy way to break aday 
Kick back for a few moments with McDead

Smoko

Ghosts of Kantubek

Ghosts Of Kantubek

This is based off a dream I had when I was in the ICU about a girl that works where I work. I haven't met her, I'm a bit shy. The dream was that she was a spy and volunteered for a job that ended up at a mall she got beat up and me some other guys had to go in and save her. We did, we lost a guy after getting her out. Just another dream that sticks in my memory so here it is. Mastered by Felix Davis, Metropolis Studios.

She is the Best Spy

Wrong Way

We Stay Here, We Die

Canción Para Piano Número 17 EL DÍA EN QUE...

CASH CITY

Palma 27223 Rmv

Music composed 21.12.2012
Images and art by Magitoria.

Magitoria - Elixir of Time

Country Alternative Rap Baby  .. 🔥. We just makin our own genres rolling along while life passes us by . Rosie Is amazing on vocals and Justin did his thing with his guitar and produced a sick track . Rosie is the main songwriter , I wrote around her to create I think a great song that you can take the lyrics multiple ways . 

Rosie - https://on.soundcloud.com/CLbMYd9Uwnqdmfuo9

Justin Loring -https://on.soundcloud.com/frAxZdXVNyx6eRt67

Passing Me By - Feat.Rosie (Prod.Justin Loring)

Guitar/piano melodies in ambient soundscape.
No drums

Magitoria - Lucid Flow Of Memories

Lluvia De Primavera

Great Oceans

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

(NOTE for RepostEx users: I don't repost AI if I can detect it, and I only repost songs I like or show some level of competence or promise...and they usually don't involve an 808, misogyny, Autotune or singing off key over a prerecorded track...and at my age I'm FAR more interested in quality connections with listeners than going "viral". ALSO: mostly an aging rock/folk/prog/indie guy...can't really judge or really relate to Hip-Hop, Auto-Tune and other more modern styles...sorry.)

John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.

Ghosts Of Kantubek

Power of Zero

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