Name: Artibella Riddim Version by Pramma Belafonte
Duration: 3 min 56 s
Description: Guitar - A. Winkler https://soundcloud.com/ande-lay

Funky sounds and a great Joerxworx on Fire EWI, 
Nice Result i think
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

lunatics 232 / Die Grosse Reise / Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Just having some blues fun with my wife Charlottie on b/g vocals and guitar.
Roll tape for one take fun.

Back On Top Again

A Storm In The Desert


Guitar - A. Winkler https://soundcloud.com/ande-lay

Artibella Riddim Version

gimmy gimmy five
everyone with their hands in the air
like taxi drive
on the streets of bellaria
strangers in tyhe night
comitivfa matherfacker
in my 1 fire
i'm taking a moldova

90s
on vacation with the band
carboni sings
3 people on a bunk
mirabilandia
on the katun we tip over
the bamba spins
stripes on the smemoranda

tonight everyone at the disco
i want to go home pisto
comwe the singer of the sex pistols
there's gigi d'ag there's gangia
in the wiston package
i want to finish who saw it

gold chain in sight like mario brega
this is the society of gluttons
so who the fuck cares
we stagger in the disco
left hand to the glass
the right hand touches the stranger's ass
she gives me a smile panther eyes
she takes me to the sofa my hand unhooks hers garter
saturday night fever rises
tongues chase each other
zips down and starts with the saw

in the women's bathroom
she talks to me I don't understand
she moves by the thong
smile and I nod
in the women's bathroom
that my job is risk
she screams when she enjoys
one moment and I'll finish

I'll go back to the hall
everything is pumping again

beautiful to everyone guys
I fucked that blonde

the soaked shirt
sweat rum and coke
suck me if bia bia I mumble
it's the drug

and we're done
let's go away let's sleep on the beach
put on jenis joplin
I can't feel my face anymore
pass me that oki
mamma mia what a terrible night
bags under my eyes
my burned youth

nottataccia

Nottataccia (testo di Anam Hermit)

Japanese Forest

Feentanz2

FluidChill

Cosmic Dub Vibes

trodding to Zion

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.


Artibella Riddim Version

Pramma Belafonte

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