SO GOOD!! Your music goes so well with the Oli-meister! I love his voice already and this song, but your shit kicks it into the ether!

Its always such a pleasure listeing to your songs! Makes me appreciate life a bit more =)

A great track - well done R-Soul and Oli.

So beautiful and tasty track, very comfortable sounds and atmosphere. I like it so much!

For The Thrill Of It

Sandstorm In San Diego

A bit chilly and a bit jazzy combination of vintage tones with modern 7 string guitar.
Available also on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4i2n3jUgWKCV4HOF3YVvco?si=GKB7Xt57QMKmqzP4flPO-g

The hut

On a recent trip to Las Vegas, a local busker by the name of @JoshOnBuckets blew my mind with his percussion. We chatted, exchanged info - and I then recorded some of his mastery for this loop-based track.

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Addicts on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning
-
Exceeding all expectations.
Expanding borders 
on sovereign nations.
Complacency teaming,
In spaces between me n,
All of the forest and all of the trees,
And all of the seas, 
dung beetles and bees,
The babies to be, 
unborn and unseen,
The souls that are lost,
The trades and the costs,
The spoils or the bounties,
The coils in the counties,
The lethal injections,
Unsettling projections,
Protecting the notions,
The Navy, the Oceans,
Promotion. 
Promotional marketing. 
Corporate greed and 
ad-word targeting.
Data sales, data mines.
Data jails for data times.
Dad I’m sorry, I’m not crying.
The world it hurt me, 
but I’m not dying.
The world it threw me, 
but I’m not flying.
Just Trying to stay stable.
Thoroughly bred to 
feed others at the table.
Blinders on to avoid 
others on the cable.
A label? A fable.
Stories, scriptures, lies 
filled with swear words.
Fuck.
Swear now, sworn in, 
square jaw, too thin.
Too raw, too soft, 
knocked out, bashed in.
Ration, nation, tactics, bacon.
War dogs, war pigs, 
warthogs, more kids.
Generation, x, why, boom, bye.
Tombs, cries, boots, flies.
Mud, blood, fear, and bravery.
Keeping us safe from 
living in slavery.
History, cycles, 
news flash, rifles.
Stifling all of us 
calling on idols.
Shit
Idea Eyes
Idealized isolation, consternation, masturbation.
Masses mutilated, 
masses brooding hatred.
Masses casting caskets
Rackets made white wearing leather jackets 
Acting like asshatted … 
-
Ad dicks on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Keep. Me. Safe.

ADdick$ (feat. Josh On Buckets)

Country life in Ojai Ca. at home all that came in on radio was a country radio station, slowly I fell in love with country music. Enjoying the CA based band Highway 101 .. and many others inspired my country twang for a few country songs produced with my friend Randy. 🌼

Unknown album (4/14/2022 12:16:55 AM)

Taste the Passion (C) Linda Roland Vintage  * Lydialight

Marx attacked the Capitalist Society and proposed a new way "from each according to his ability, to each according to his need".

Rise Up As One! (Marx 1818-83 #26 of 40)

Written and performed by Oli Boli
Percussion, backing vocals, effects and production by R-Soul.

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Things That Fall From Your Shelf (Oli Boli ft. R-Soul)

This is a fire track . Fully produced by Robec the Genius . Wicked talented rapper and producer . If you look at the title of this song and listen to our words it’s rap poetry at its fucking finest . Y’all check out Robec .. he is cold . 🫡 thx bro . 

Robec the Genius-https://soundcloud.com/robec-277309038?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=0&si=C2D6943B27CD4FE194B91AD09790A2CF&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Prey - Feat. Robec (Prod.Robec the Genius)

Musique / Music: Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover: Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Mauvais pressentiment
une odeur lourde rôde tout autour...
Ne revient aucun sentiment
juste une peur sourde aux alentours...
L'heure du ménage de printemps
tonitruantes pluies de mauvais temps :
balles grenades missiles bombes...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Sonnent les heures sombres
mes peurs surgissent en nombre de la pénombre
je respire l'odeur nauséabonde
de ma mémoire moribonde

De mon plafond tombent des hallebardes
les murs se lézardent
je perds pied le sol se dérobe
m'attire m'aspire m'absorbe...
Grand nettoyage place au vide :
Maladies épidémies virus Covid...
toutes les plaies sur nous retombent...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Tonnent les heures sombres
quelle hécatombe : émergent de l'ombre
mes pires aigreurs infécondes
et le désespoir abonde

De toucher le fond il me tarde :
je tournoie sans fin dans la tornade...
Mes souvenirs m'oppressent me stressent
m'immergent dans la détresse.
Grand final catastrophes naturelles :
cyclones tsunamis éruptions incendies
belle mise en œuvre pour qu'on succombe...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Dans mes heures sombres
mes peurs surgissent en nombre de la pénombre
je respire l'odeur nauséabonde
de ma mémoire moribonde

Dans mes heures sombres
quelle hécatombe : émergent de l'ombre
mes pires aigreurs infécondes
et le désespoir abonde

Dark hours

Dark hours [Ootol and Lukowig]

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Photo: Gord E.

Lyrics:

Heard you couldn’t spend another day livin’ in the city,
Heard you changed your mind about the best way to be,
Heard the dream that you had as a teen only dragged you down,
The door to your soul had you lookin’ for another key.
 
Now the open road is your way out of the city,
Findin’ your highs through the changes in the scenery,
Feel your spirits lift through the continental drift,
Happiness an arbitrary trajectory.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Turn the page, you’re livin’ on a mountain high above a city,
Something changed your mind about the best way to be,
Life on the road had become a load that just dragged you down
The door to your soul wanted opening without a key.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ every day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Fear, you’re facing that today. Near, the ones that show the way.
Clear, the light you’re following through the gray.
Dear, the road you’re travellin’. Here, the answers will begin.
Destination changin’ to the mystery within.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.

Destinations

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Nothing More You Fear

"Like I told my last wife, I says, “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.”"
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