Name: Mujer musulmana .m4a by Shao hei
Duration: 2 min 53 s
Description: Asegurarse de que las voces de las mujeres musulmanas se escuchen en todas las discusiones políticas por la paz y la seguridad en varios países es la única forma de ayudar a inclinar la balanza y fomentar la creación del derecho a la mujer musulmana en igualdad para ser juzgadas de existir alguna razón por que ser acusadas. 🤘🏽🥲 #justiceformuslimwoman

Memorable composition...for human rights...Fantastic work Roberto!!💯👌

I hope alot of Muslim woman and girl soon can have a voice and get the rights they deserves 🔥

Asegurarse de que las voces de las mujeres musulmanas se escuchen en todas las discusiones políticas por la paz y la seguridad en varios países es la única forma de ayudar a inclinar la balanza y fomentar la creación del derecho a la mujer musulmana en igualdad para ser juzgadas de existir alguna razón por que ser acusadas. 🤘🏽🥲 #justiceformuslimwoman

Mujer musulmana .m4a

"Take aim at his heart now!" he yelled. "And shoot for the head!" shouted back his armed colleague. But with tears in the formers' eyes, he knew he had already lost the fight. The longer he wore on in the battle with his foe, the greater his uncertainty. 
This song is about a mercenary remembering an encounter with a fellow mercenary. They were both after the same target and the first, unarmed mercenary was forced to kill his armed colleague with a car.
Listening to the story of the song, one may get the sense that betrayal and regret are central themes; however, they are only one of the many threads unfurled in the song. Violence and mercy are more central, especially within the mind's eye of the protagonist re-living what had occurred on one fateful day.
A violent mind may not breed mercy, but mercy will never hold a place (or a candle, if you will) in the minds of those whose idea of violence is not honourable and just -- in a moral sense, of course. Moral compasses change direction from person to person, from time to time, and from situation to situation. They can even, sometimes, point to one's own fate -- mercifully or not.

LYRICS:
Somebody once told me
In a ripped-up rage
Had eyes like a monster, and it came
Like the wind against my head.
So Drive Like You Stole It
With nothing to say
Eyes runnin' like water, to this day
I could not relate.

Hearing slowed-down sounds
Of an engine roaring,
Wheels rollin' to a cliff's end
And shot out in escape.
So it seemed
Was a blow to my youth.

Somebody once told me
In a ripped-up rage
Had eyes like a monster, and it came
Like the wind against my head.
So Drive Like You Stole It
With nothing to say
Eyes runnin' like water, to this day
I could not relate.

Seeing moving parts
As it comes upon him,
Devoted locomotion
To bring about elimination.
What I've seen
I have created.

Somebody once told me
In a ripped-up rage
Had eyes like a monster, and it came
Like the wind against my head.
So Drive Like You Stole It
With nothing to say
Eyes runnin' like water, to this day
I could not relate.

Take aim at his heart now
And shoot for the head
A backstabber grieving his existence,
So tortured.
Hold up a candle
In a darkened cave
Canot fix what cannot be seen:
I refuse to replay.

Like You Stole It

Texte Français et Google Translate

CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

Collab with Roberto Klavi 😃
Music , Mix & Mastering:   Roberto Klavi
Lyrics & Singing:    Just 

Oryginal track:    Cybernetic Dreams -by Roberto Klavi  #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/hDjWe.               

Enjoy listening 😃🎶🌺

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Verse 1

Am I playing the wrong game —-  where losing’s a crime
Time’s just not the same—-and there’s no one here to blame
In these modern times——where machines reigns supreme 
breaking all the chains——-to fulfill my dreams
————And that’s a solid —because—- yeah—— I’m back————-
Metaphors and rhymes——-my weapons on this track
Modulating -from the underground ——one culture one voice
And we’re —-wired in like teeth—-like we—-ever—-had a choice

Chorus

Modern times---- a difficult maze
Where screens captivate —— the Information Age
And—-We're all connected——yet we’re—also——-alone
Lost in a sea of pixels----hearts ———-—cold as stone
Modern times————Modern times ——-Modern times

Verse 2

Smartphones--at our side—-our constant companions
That double-edged sword—-has become ——-part of the norm
buzzing Notifications——like a relentless swarm
Distracting —us ——-from moments —-another task ——to perform 
Just another monster ———taking physical form

**Chorus**

Bridge

Artificial intelligence--- a marvel and a threat
Replacing human minds--- leaving us —-deep in debt
Algorithms —-determine our fate—without regret—-
Like marionettes ———or puppets on a strings
Manipulating our thoughts——damn—we are feeding these things

Verse 3

Social media——-a stage ——for the soul to bare
Beneath the surface——lies ——and deceptions —-are clear
We curate our lives——-like a perfect facade
our true selves———pushed aside ——in total disregard 

**Chorus**

Outro

In this digital age---we must find our way
Embracing the power——with a huge price to pay
There’s a balance for the screens —-in real life
With the key to our future——a new vision insight

Modern Times

Run, hide...death comes singing wrapped in the fog....

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2024
Photo: Markus Spiske

Run, Hide... Death Comes Singing Wrapped In The Fog....

Help me see
Written by TJG March 2024


Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Lead Guitar: Fender Jazzmaster
Guitar Amplifier: Vox AC15….set as clean I can get it. 

Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay; Fender clean boost



Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons on guitars
Mics: AEA R44 vocal 
Mic preamps: API 312
Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.

Basement boiler/heater – adding all kinds of unwanted noise 😉

Someday I will add drums and bass – but wanted to go for this raw guitar/vocal sound for now. 
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Help me see

I can’t see the stars tonight
Shining down or in your eyes
I can’t see the stars tonight

I can’t find the words tonight
Written down or in my mind
I can’ t find the words tonight

I can’t see the stars tonight
Shining down or in your eyes
I can’t see the stars tonight


Shining down or in your eyes 
I can’t see the stars tonight
Help me see 
Help me see the stars tonight

I could live a simple life
Slow it down or take a flight
I could live a simple life
I could live a simple life

I can’t see the see stars tonight
I can’t find the words tonight
Shining down or in your eyes
Help me see the stars tonight

I can’t find the words tonight
Written down or in my mind
I can’t find the words I like……

Help me see

From the beginning music becomes our crush

Mujer musulmana .m4a

Shao hei

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