808 Sanchez - ICU

A selection of the finest garage/dubstep/techstep tracks in the mix with me s.k.y.n.e.t all comments/ likes and feedback welcomed and encouraged.
 Big up all garage crews and producers on this set and all dubstep producers and artists , and special thanks and shout-outs to Plastician, Skream,emalakay, DJ fresh,d-mize,marxmen dubz,(J-sweet) DJ madd, se7en, Alys B and big up Argon records, Boka records, black box records, terror rhythm recordings, and all other record labels that produced the tracks in this mix tape. Support your favourite artists on SoundCloud, Bandcamp and other streaming and purchase sites

garage vs dubstep july version 3

My High (prod. sleepy)

THOUGHTS (VISIONS PT. 2) {Prod. Dorea555}

After sleepwalking our way through life, we eventually awake to the reality of our existence.

Awakening

I wrote this poem as someone seeking solace not in glory, but in the intimacy of trembling; not at the summit, but in the hollow of autumn, where the spiral of thought sinks.

The final sunflower, that image looking up at the sky from its roots covered by earth, is not a naive promise of rebirth. It is a deep desire to reappear with different eyes, to continue looking even from the abyss, and to turn solitude into a solar gesture.

This poem seeks not only readers, but accomplices in silence. It is not offered as an explanation of the world, but as a testimony to its mystery.

— Gabriel Ganiarov

I wrote about the water
about time
I described the burnished metal
its scents
I know mourning and its bronze shield
the mountains of brandished fury

I reached for the unbridled roses
I treasure the first dawn
the thunder of foliage
the birds that flew back to the nest

I hear the pulse of water
I hear the world's own pulsing
it is pure space, untouchable,
igneous
it is a caress of untamed gesture

I searched within autumn’s hollows
the cold wire of the sackcloth I wear
sinking the spiral
below all else
this unfathomable vein
of tears in the ocean

Everything I’ve ever read
speaks of resplendent heroes
gods, broadswords
celestial solemnities

but nothing speaks to me
of how I need myself
of how to smile at myself alone
of how to flee the great sea
and drift away, solitary, through its heartbeats

Perhaps my solace will be
once covered
sheltered in mother earth
to be reborn wrapped
gazing skyward like a sunflower

J'ai écrit sur l'eau,
sur le temps.
J'ai décrit le métal poli,
ses parfums.
Je connais le deuil et son bouclier de bronze,
les montagnes de fureur brandie.

J'ai tendu la main vers les roses débridées,
je chéris la première aube,
le tonnerre du feuillage,
les oiseaux qui sont revenus au nid.

J'entends le pouls de l'eau
J'entends le pouls du monde
C'est un espace pur, intouchable,
igné
C'est une caresse au geste sauvage

J'ai cherché dans les creux de l'automne
le fil froid du sac que je porte
enfonçant la spirale
au-dessous de tout le reste
cette veine insondable
de larmes dans l'océan

Tout ce que j'ai lu
parle de héros resplendissants
de dieux, d'épées larges
de solennités célestes

mais rien ne me parle
de mon besoin de moi-même
de la façon de sourire à moi-même seul
de la façon de fuir la grande mer
et de dériver, solitaire, à travers ses battements de cœur

Peut-être que mon réconfort sera
une fois recouvert
abrité dans la terre mère
de renaître enveloppé
le regard tourné vers le ciel comme un tournesol

Escribí sobre el agua 
sobre el tiempo
describí al metal bruñido 
sus olores
conozco al luto y su escudo de bronce
a las montañas de furia enarbolada


aspiré a las desatadas rosas
atesoro al primer amanecer
el trueno del follaje
las aves que volaron hasta el nido

Oigo el pulso del agua
oigo al pulsar del mundo
es espacio puro, inasible,
ígneo
es caricia de gesto indomable

busqué en las cavidades del otoño
al frio alambre del sayal que visto
hundiendo la espiral
más abajo de todas
esta veta insondable
de las lágrimas en el océano

Todo aquello que he leído
habla sobre héroes refulgentes
dioses, mandobles
Celestes circunspectas

pero nada me habla
del cómo yo me necesito
de cómo sonreírme a mí solo
del cómo huir del magno mar
y alejarme solitario en sus latidos

Quizás mi consuelo sea
una vez cubierto
abrigado en la madre tierra
renacer envuelto
mirando al cielo como un girasol

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2016


I wrote about the water

My First Album - i wanted to wait to release this but im already on with the next so why not drop it and get some feedback. If you enjoy it then please let me know and if anyone wants to collab let me know as well that would be amazing.

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Warzone

A selection of the finest grime tracks remixed by me S.k.y.n.e.t X mc Virus-T ,this is a b2b set me djing and me mcing ,big up all grime crews artists dj mcs and producers and record labels ,all feedback welcomed and encouraged

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Gravedigga

A selection of vinyl from my record collection all mixed up in a mega mix featuring unreleased vinyl and the finest grime and sublow big up dablackops jon e cash dread d ,charmzy 

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Jazz Hop (Instrumental)

I've been collecting records from record shops in the UK London and elsewhere and Discogs, I have a huge record collection tape packs, and CDs. I love music, collecting tracks, and DJing. Influences include all garage crews from the 90s onwards and grime crews and dubstep crews from 2001 onwards sidewinder tape packs and pirate radio. Rinse FM kiss 1xtra and radio 1 I also like music influences from around the world drum n bass electronic house techno,from the us gangster rap and hip hop and love experimenting with new things check out my mix tapes on here mainly grime and dubstep as DJ s.k.y.n.e.t I'm also MC virusT big shout out to dj shotz,MC grime suspect MC sox,MC nightmare, MC outrage,MC UFO and DJ the Don 