So gentle that one can miss how profound this is.

This is a wonderful song - wonderful presentation!

I agree .. we make more out of life than it actually is..it is only complicated if we lose sight of our mortality I think..

FLOATING

Drums: David Lopez
All other instruments: Sam Reaver

Stock crash middle class 
Counterfeit crime of a century
Cutthroat don’t choke
Better him than you on the brink

Cool breeze charismatic
Grave robbing scam of a century
Drill baby thrill baby
Burning up an Anthropocene

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Pill-poppin priest talkin trash 
Through the crash of a century
Blind luck dumb fuck 
Jamming up the waves on my scene

Flip top shock jock 
Certified creep of a century
I see you don’t know how to read
But you write like you know what it means

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me. I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Lost in a Symphony

By-the-numbers-160-bpm
@ipg1 - Vocals and Lyrics IPG1
TMS: Music, Mix, Mastering and cover
@user777114915 : MJ-Brewer - Bass

Originally, this song was going to be an instrumental since I only had the bass riff. However, after my buddy TexMex Shaman added the drum beat and guitar we sent it to IPG1 to listen and maybe come up with some lyrics. I am sure glad we did. I love the lyrics and how it turned out. Peace!

Lyrics:
I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy
life is never duty free —-there really —-is no certainty
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty’s the enemy ——revise the current policy

Let’s Pool our talents together ——and move forward in a big way
the difference between giant steps and ———-Child’s play
night and day —-the price we pay
it’s gotta be—-what the people want —-not what the politicians says
—-I’m not a biblical man—-a man of principle—-I am
I believe in good and evil —and that energy is divine
Is it a chance or a miracle ——of being who I am ———
who’ll guide and protect you
Too many gods to kneel to ——
So many beliefs to cling to——what’s true?
who do you have to save you
Is the miracle within you —-clever but ————truth——-ful
God work is never done —-we’re never in ———-ne——utral
These are life’s lesson————enter the teacher ———exit the pupil

take my blessings when I can———-my lessons——- from who I am
This divine spark of energy ———is it chaos——or life‘s plan
Is faith—the path ——or journey—-taken by anyone who can
no good or evil theory just the fact that I am is all I need to guide me
————no spoken word or prophecy
The challenge ——just to stay free—- victory over enemies
The past is all history—wars—-brutality—- blasphemy
the suffering —-the agony—-the cruelty—-the tragedy

Chorus

I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy
life is never duty free —-there really is no certainty
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty's the eneymy--revise the current policy

BytheNumbers-w/ IPG1 and TexMex Shaman

If we don't have words.

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023

There's no story waiting to be written.
It became a story because it was written.
A tragedy without a name is not a tragedy, 
and love untold is only reproduction.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

Like animals and plants, we could have been happy.

Essentially, death is not grief, just a natural phenomenon.
To eat, to love, to die, just to live.
We seek meaning in these things.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

We could have lived more freely and naturally.

In a world without words, many things disappear.
Still we will feel love, and there will be joy and sorrow.

There's no story waiting to be written.
It became a story because it was written.
A tragedy without a name is not a tragedy, 
and love untold is only reproduction.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

We may have been as innocent as deities once expected.

If we don't have words / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Ma grande construction des pyramides est de retour!

Oasis

Oasis🎧

LET IT GO

High up in the north of Ireland once lived a giant; Fionn mac Cumhaill was his name. His castle was perched on the steepest cliff on the coast and its tower was so high that it tickled the clouds on his belly. For the giant, however, it was only three steps over the cliffs down to the water, and even when a storm raged, the foaming surf did not reach beyond his shoulders.

Fionn led a quiet life with his beloved wife Oonagh: Early in the morning he went hunting, during the day he looked after his cattle and in the evening he ate a delicious meal prepared by Oonah by the fire. Occasionally, however, when the sun tickled his beard too warmly or the rain pattered so heavily that even his giant head felt the drops, he felt like arguing. Fionn needed someone with whom he could measure his strength. But there was no one in the whole country who dared to do so, and that annoyed Fionn immensely. What good was it for a man to be the strongest guy in the country if he didn't have anyone who wanted to fight him?

One mild evening, Fionn had had enough of this misery. He stepped outside his castle, raised his voice and shouted so loudly that even the sound of the sea fell silent: "Am I surrounded by nothing but cowardly clucking chickens and worms crawling pathetically on their bellies?  Where are you, warrior, who dares to fight an honest battle with me? Dare to come out of your hole in the ground and stand up to fight Fionn McCumhaill!"

And what the giant had not expected happened: he received an answer!"You call me a pathetic crawling worm, Fionn McCumhaill? Ha! The worm is you, and if you open your mouth any wider, I'll crush you under my thumbnail and throw your guts to the whales!" It was Benandonner, Fionn's Scottish neighbor, whom he sometimes saw walking on the cliffs beyond. Benandonner's words enraged Fionn even more. Did that fellow over there really think he was stronger than Fionn? Furious, he hurled an insult back at him and in no time at all a huge argument was underway.

Giant's Causeway

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02 The Emo Texas Shuffle

Music: PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: PJ Project
Vocal & Lyrics: Janne Hennie

Lyrics:

You wonder, you doubt
if i still think you're the one
You keep asking me
if my feelings for you are real

Chorus:
I'm  hanging in , I'm hanging on
I'm hanging till, I'm hanging from
Not hanging less, i'm hanging more
Still hanging after you
That's for shure!

You call on me, i come
I do everything to keep you warm
You cry, i comfort you
Says anything that will make you smile

Chorus...

You fall, i pick you up
Even when you're angry and tell me to stop
You keep asking me
why i do all these things for you

Chorus...

I'm wiser, you're older
But my feelings for you have not grown colder
You are as great as you were before
And i just love you more and more...!

Chorus...

Hanging In  W/PJ Project

Banda sonora creada por DELAFLOR para el corto documental del director y realizador PJ (Pablo José)
Agradecimiento muy especial a PJ por creer en mí y por su apoyo incondicional.
TITULOS:
1. 0:00 La Taranta manolesca
2. 1:20 Recuerdos noveles
3. 2:28 Por lo demás... estoy orgulloso de mí
4. 3:24 El uniforme de Coca-Cola
5. 4:58 La canción de Manolo

BANDA SONORA CREADA POR DELAFLOR PARA EL CORTO "MI TIO MANOLO" DEL DIRECTOR Y REALIZADOR PJ

method: layering, unexpected
narration: a moment, expanded
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

moss embankment
lichen lining
yearning rustbelt
gap-spaced railing
trust the woodplanks
for this moment

lichen lining

I'm making songs at midnight in my room. I play acoustic guitars, synthesizers, and I sing.

If we don't have words / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Ryu.

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