Help Me

I’ve written a humble amount of songs about you, 
your gracious presence and magnificence in all that you do,
How when I feel weak and disabled the thought of you empowers me,
and when darkness attempts to enslave me your reminders set me free,
Life would be pointless if not for all your enrichments, it’ll take infinity to review you and all your creative elements, 
from the changes in seasons to all the varieties of fruits and foods, 
the abundance of colours, temperaments and moods.
A true supreme Genius of creativity, the thought process behind your creations is a mystery, 
I would forever be amazed with your hand, of how your works remain marvellous and Grand. 

Written & Composed by Jah-Femi Telewa
Produced & Played by Kateryna Storcheus

Poetry & Song: YOU

Heat

Sound of freedom

Sound Of Freedom

Recall
Recall was inspired by how amazing it is that some humans have the ability recall certain events in their life's. They can remember every detail of the night, place, weather and almost everything. Memory is a great tool for emotion, regret and reflection.  So as humans without our memories we would become almost repetitive, computerised, like your running a software programme. So why are some people good at recall, while others are not so good. Recall will take you on a journey through your mind and test your memory. Lets see what you recall from the twistedreload experience.
Many thanks I hope enjoy the track

Recall

Thank you for listening!

Our brand new album called ALTRUISM will be released on 23.6. at 20:00! Love yu.

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Lyrics:

The rebirth of the end
Came from southern west
Look at the painless road
The painless road of the end
Choose the time
Choose the time to rest

To rest (endless road)
The best (defines)
Endless road (defines the best)
To rest (defines the best)

Blind drivers drive the highway
Cup of tests made me blessed
Mirror's hands and highness
Is sneaking, snuffing your chest
Sneaking and snuffing your chest

Walk the endless road
But watch your step
Forget definition
Who knows you best?

Walk the endless road
You can never rest
Walk the endless road
Watch out for who's next
For who's next

For who's next
For who's next
For who's next
For who's next

ALTRUISM

veronica

Te sigo buscando por las calles de Alcalá </3

Missiego Beats

Por Las Calles De Alcalá

Instrumental : Rudj BeatZ
Mixing and Mastering : RudJ BeatZ
Contact : rudjbeatz@gmail.com
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Kompa Vibes

Not By The Hair Of Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache.

Last straw boy, the party's over.
Take a handsaw, not a four leaf clover.
Now there's no place left for any thinking.
Got to live clean, give up the drinking.

At fifteen, you just went, seeking out some kind of action.
Never received any warning about the cold.

You got vodka, yellow fingers.
You got shaking hands, the tension lingers.
Oh, bad breath, burning morning sun. 
Never facing up to what you've become.

At twenty-two, you're just out looking for primal attraction.
Nobody warns you what it really means to get old.
You get old. 

Oh, if the hallway lights on, they're behind the sofa.
If the girl is leaving, it's the lies that he told her.
There's a feint aroma that there's no mistaking.
There's a bag of tricks and a wagon quaking. 

At thirty, your just wanting any kind of distraction. 
Nobody told you there'd be years out in the cold.

It's been five years since I quit the drinking.
Looking back now, I don't know what I was thinking.
Oh, twenty years spent inebriated.
All fucking up and getting hated.

The only thing I'm missing out on is spiritual action.
It's just one way for men to stop themselves getting old.
They get old.

Oh, I never saw myself as the type of guy.
The type that would say no.
Oh, I never wanted the perfect life.
I just wanted things to be so.

Oh, I never saw myself as a quiet man.
I never saw myself getting old.
Oh, I never waned when the wind did blow.
I never sheid away from the cold 

Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache

pittsburgh slim and The Bawl Slant 
prod. by the Nunchuks 
from the new EP entitled Falling, available May 19, 2023 as limited CD pressing on Shore Dive Records
song mixed by Mars Kestrel
artwork by @tukkasotka on IG

Money Money (ft. The Bawl Slant)

Not a final version
Made with Ableton Live 12

Thanks to Ambre_Solea for the musical support
And thanks to LilouChouXD for the album cover

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Kompa Vibes

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