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

with the congregation on acoustic bass
Recorded at fredrick street studios and bowling alley

Them’s the breaks 

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life intends
Would hope seem sweeter 
Would fate feel fair
To rob Peter
With no Paul to care

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life demands 
It ain’t money 
And class is lame
What it is
You get to name

Them’s the breaks
The horse you saddle
Like a snake without a rattle
Dropping down from the sky
Like an anvil
You’re up yer life
Without a paddle 

Take what we want 
Not what we need
Steal a glacier for just a drink
Sell them rope when they sink
Screw the others
We’re taught to think

them's the breaks w/ the congregation

Notebook
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Notebook

'tarnished ground'

Falsestart: drums, bass, production
Little Lone Waltz: lyrics, vocals
Jonathan Beckenstein: lead guitars
Scotty: rhythm guitar, lyrics, vocals

The darkness all around, 
it pulls me down into the ground
and, yet, I've found my being sound.
For the light that shines through found
some truths, confound.
A strange compound.

The fall of light rebounds
and calls on tarnished ground.
The fall of light glows round
and calls a distant sound.

tarnished ground (with Falsestart, Little Lone Waltz and Jonathan Beckenstein)

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🎧

Car accident

This track was made with ARP 2600, Pigment 4i, Modullarr3, Emulatôr V.
Graphics was made with AI

© FrÀn​K

Racing

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

EP: Eternal Sequence

Eternal Sequence II

the latest song in fashion, underwear, no one can live with or without them, or was it something else I would write to explain the oddities of the world.

It's but a joke, nothing serious at all.

Underwear

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.