You'll be happy to know I'm listening to your song around midnight also.

A slightly Beatlish flavour in the way that the pitch moves about. It is enjoyable as well as reminding me of ye olden days.

Wonderful composition and lyrical song 🎵.

Passionate vocal lyric track..great vocal harmony..great orchestration work perfectly executed..love the melody..excellent mix & recording production! Highly reactive! reminds me of "The Beatles"

And does the future belong to those who get up early? 🙄

Ryu.

I only sing !!
Mahan Mahan all instruments !!

Mahan Mahan And eddyoffline 22

Created and performed by me & bitzone
I (voice, guitar, software synths, VST instruments, original Ableton composition)
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone (samples, percussion, additional synths, final arrangement, production)
124 BPM/C# minor

30 Years Ago

Today I am as lost as 30 years ago          
Arriving for the first time in New York     
                  
And driving through the dark                
The dark and dusty city                     

Driving through the dark                    
Driving through the dark                   


What I remember most?
The dirt and Brooklyn Bridge

The woman scream
That seemed to last forever

Right on a corner of the street
Right on a corner of the street

Against all chances
Against the world
I will take you there
Where love is born

Where love is born
Where love is born
Where love is born
Where love is born

I am lost as 30 years ago
30 years ago...

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30 Years Ago

https://soundcloud.com/ipg1
Original Vocals by Ian Greaves aka (IPG1) here:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/purple-microdot-vocals-145-bpm
Purple Microdot---
To me the best part is art —-so draw your own conclusions
A Kaleidoscope filled with hope ——-not illusions
Color in each track ————-just to keep you grooving
Glitter fills the Road—-street rhythms keep you moving

If you don’t know —-here you go
but keep it on the down low
my minds corrupt ——but whose mind is not
acid drop—— old-school hip-hop
baseline—-roof top ——gonna rip —this track up
Full-blown goosebumps —when I hear a beat drop
from the bottom to the top —desire goes nonstop
going without knowing —but it has to be done
Raw yet polish —-and created for fun

Chorus
Guitar riffs and jazz lines ——like rainbows and sunshine
No limits no guidelines——I’ll start off with a peace sign
don’t even try to undermine——Or I’ll peal back your hairline —
Love it when my stars align——You know I’mer get mine
Feeding off the sound like a starving vampire
music in my blood turns a spark into fire
The progeny of lyrics—-rhythm tunes—-desire
Made to Pierce your soul ——like a suit of Bob-wire
A suit of Bob-wire

Hang tight and ride this storm of ——forget me Nut
Left-brain—right track—it’s called —-purple microdot
And you know I’ll be here—— from —-time to time
Fucking with your mind ————at the drop of a dime
Underground—-under the tongue—-paint a mental picture
yo—you’ll never really know when the acids gonna hit ya
you know that I’m truly a part of you——so That suit is gonna fit ya

----------Chorus-------

God status—-here we go at last—-
from the bottom to the top —break that hour glass——
So why you think your teeth shattering ———so damn fast
It a personal experience—-a one man class
No sleep for those who know ———-the afterglow
Are Y’all ready for the show…..
no malice establish—-and it’s hitting on the spot
a God’s made —-to love it all——-that—— purple microdot

This that aftershock—-Tha aftershock—-Tha aftershock
From the acid drop ———Mine corrupt
time stop ———-brain cells begin to pop
bottom to the top ——a mental——hotspot
Mesmerizing sound —-kicking kilowatts ——kilowatts ——kilowatts
of purple microdot
hip-hop Woodstock ——hip-hop Woodstock ——-hip-hop Woodstock

IPG1 - Purple Microdot (noxpox Mix)

On a quiet morning

There is still a sign of night on the street.
The morning sun washes away last night's dreams.
The early risers are talking anxiously.
I can't hear what they're worried about.

Time flies and we get older and older.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

What percentage of the human population drinks a cup of coffee in the morning?
We are bound by habit, but we don't mind it.
There are many other things to worry about.

There is a lot to be taken care of before noon.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

The war and pandemic are still going on.
We become accustomed to everything.
Is it happy for us that the cold weather will last for a while?
For various reasons.

The problems are getting more and more serious.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

On a quiet morning

'Does The Flame Ever Go Out' was a question I asked myself recently whilst sitting in my music studio. This track was the answer to my question.

Lost Footprints In The Sands Of Time

Does The Flame Ever Go Out

Like a man whose name is forgotten.

I've never won any prizes.
Of course, there's no way to gamble and win.
I have never held a position of honor.
And dogs never tamed me.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only smile quietly.

When I try to order, the waiter doesn't come.
Often only my food doesn't reach.
And when I meet up with people, I'm usually kept waiting.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I've gotten used to that by now.

If there were a town somewhere with only sober people, 
would I be able to live there peacefully?

As long as you guys enjoy it, that's all that matters to me.
I'm not a great man, so please don't mind me.
Well, you guys are quite the feat.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only quietly walk away.

Like a man whose name is forgotten

P-Spitfire

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

90's inspired dance track with lo-fi elements and a strong funk bass line.

Oval moon

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

The landscape seen from this room appears to be distorted due to the magnetic field. 
Nothing in particular to see, though.

We're holed up here and enduring.
Prayers are also shielded.

Over time, the significance of the battle has been lost.
The Deities are fed up and no longer speak to us.

We're trying to shoot down constellations with missiles.

Looking up at the oval moon, we contemplate the meaning of peace.

Some people talk about the economic value of war.
But this is not a conspiracy; it is simply violence.

No one can rule the world, no one can speak of justice.

Looking up at the oval moon, we contemplate the meaning of peace.

Looking up at the oval moon, we're waiting for the end of the world.

Oval moon / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

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

Rise or fall to limbo

The world keeps spinning at strange angles.
More and more speed, and at dangerous angles.
Eventually, centrifugal force will prevail and we may be thrown out.

Rise or fall to limbo.
We repeat forever.

On TV, news of war and war news.
We became quite familiar with tanks and missiles.
Spend money on expensive weapons and make money on reconstruction. 
Is that the rule?

Rise or fall to limbo.
No one can stop this, it seems.

We put on warm clothes and go for a walk.
Don't let go of my hand, ever.

We mourn the hundreds of lives lost in the earthquake.
And we honor the tens of thousands of lives lost in the war.
We may eventually get used to it and feel that it is normal.

Rise or fall to limbo.
Welcome to the new world order.

Rise or fall to limbo

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall

This city's underground mall is becoming desolate.
This place is a graveyard of old-fashioned consumption.

There's no need to dig underground. And no one buys stuff anymore.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's gorgeous at a glance, though.

In the past, this city bombed and most of the things burned.
The survivors built shacks and developed them.

Certainly that's  nice history, but we don't need to do it again.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's not so cold here, though.

We're still in the middle of an operation to build a ruin.
We already know that we will be in a lot of trouble later.

This city's underground mall is becoming desolate.
There's a place that everyone wants to forget about already.

People would walk by. And not pay any attention to what was there.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's gorgeous at a glance, though.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's not so cold here, though.

Valentine's day in the underground mall

Candle in My Coffin

First (Less) Thought

Save yourself
or send me a sign
staring at the world
not moving in time
A penny for the pleasure 
to stand in your light
Making heavy weather 
We burn better bright

Scaling burning buildings
with skyscraper cries
Clawing to the edges
Still toeing the line
Right?

When everyone else is just going it alone
(oh alter ego)

I need my alter ego
Or somebody to save
Not to get carried away
Two feet on the ground
the quiet part loud
Watching in colourful grey

Save yourself 
Or send me a sign
Staring at the world not
moving in time...

Alter Ego

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

On a quiet morning

Ryu.

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