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Kissing Ghosts Lyrics by Kristin Chambers

Inhale, Exhale.
I’ll be kissing ghosts until my lips are pale.
Game over. I failed.
Destination disappeared, and I’m circling my tail.
Burnt wick. 
Throat thick.
I’m scattered all around now like Pickup Sticks.
Your whisper stayed, but soon will fade.
Yeah, your slipping away like a Summer parade.

But I can wait like a champ, done it before.
Sipping champagne, chains on the door.
I’m a pro now, don’t even know how.
And you like it like that, another doormat.
Put me on your shelf, just another artifact.

Your freedom is cruel.
The freedom you love,
and the freedom you choose.
Does it make you feel shiny and new?
Yeah, your freedom is cruel.
Do you blame her and shame her and 
Call her insane, for asking my name 
And the truth?
Or are you free now from her too?

Black night.
Lost my sight.
Sometimes my mind dances and the thoughts aren’t right.
Why do I still wanna turn on the light, 
And see you waiting on me just like a surprise?
But the jury is out for the day,
Sucking on lies, wasting away.
You the creator, you the grave.
And you’ll sleep like a rock,
Nothing at stake.
Never need a shovel for the mess you didn’t make.

Your freedom is cruel.
The freedom you love,
and the freedom you choose.
Does it make you feel shiny and new?
Yeah, your freedom is cruel.
Do you blame her and shame and 
Call her insane for asking my name 
And the truth?
Or are you free now from her too?

Kissing Ghosts

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A journey of techno with driving energy transitions by Haroldos. The vibe n vibration at its best

Ausencia De Luz

I've seen them all around the world: Berlin, San Francisco, Paris, Rome, Sydney, anywhere…. They exist across all social classes and in all ages. They are surrounded by an impenetrable aura of deep loneliness, of being cut off from lovers, of being locked up in a labyrinth from which there is no escape. 

In their gaze lies a deep, unquenchable longing for fulfilment. And yet they cannot look and are never really be seen. 

They do not recognize each other, even though they are all inhabitants of an isle:

The isle of the lost souls.

The isle of the lost souls

The Isle Of The Lost Souls

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Mente Fuerte (Strong Mind) is more about structure and vibe, one artist might use a particular corner of music theory to pull off their style. 
But their is not a single approach. Relative arrangement between the music's layers is typically what ultimately defines this music genre.

This mixset contains deep soulful melodies laid on strong techno basslines, mix by Haroldos.

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Mente Fuerte

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Sphärische Sounds in Verbindung mit Melancholie, Energie und Befremdlichkeit.
Musik zum Abtauchen - nicht zum Verstehen.

I Fell In Love Without You

Hook:  (Yung Boi Mich)
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse: (Big Tin)
Always negative
Positivity is disappointment
My Draco has appointment
Better get to the point yeah
Since I got some guap
Been acting like a dojman
Spend it all for my fam
Fur on me like I'm ram
BAM
I be damned
If I die sober or win a Gramm
I might put her on a 'Gram
If she gonna stash this gram
MAN
My brain is sweating
Bars got mics melting
Still we'll be never renting
Only coppin'
Only poppin'
Only hoppin'

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich) 
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
On foreign tracks
So we get some bags
We feast on racks
My rap doesn't lack nothing
Except some recognition
I should start a petition
For the souls who live in fiction
This song got no fucking diction
Issa mess
When I spit some facts
Everybody hating
Fuck those cats
Fuck'em
I stay benting
Never bending
like those 69 rats

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich) 
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse 3: (Yung Boi Mich)
Cooger wanna pressure me
Drippin’ gold on my teeth 
Stretch her on a VIP
She wanna lecture me
She wanna drink my foundu
She know I Go-Go-Goku
Taking xanny like it’s food
Dick put her in a good mood
Smoking swishers with his mistress
Than I lost my interest
I feel sins coming my way
Knock you over like a bin
Stay in your own lane
Don’t mention my name
Broke but I’m still acting cocky
Yo Big Tin take that bitch out of my way

LA Groopies

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LA Groopies (prod. SiM)

Rod Paschetto is a self-taught composer and guitarist, composing since he was 15 years old (1998).

Rod Paschetto é compositor e violonista autodidata, compõe desde os 15 anos de idade (1998).

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Rod Paschetto

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