This is the kind of stuff I love! I really love the feel of this, the beats gave the song it's heartbeat and put things together nicely. This was well done and a joy to listen to. I'm putting it on my playlist!

Really love these vibes - it sounds really cool - thank you bro for the great music 🔥🔥🔥

Great ambient you've reached, locked into the sounds ⚡

awesome sauce

Elegy

Elegy-Remix

On verses by Oksana Chekalina. Music is not about my life. This is the story of an old man who calls his dead wife this way: "My life."
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Как ты там, «Моя Жизнь»? У нас ночь...
Два, почти... а мне всё не спится...
Ты там встретила нашу дочь?
Верю... встретила, раз мне снится...
У меня и седин уже нет...
Кот наш старый сбежал на прошлой...
Мне, почти, девяносто лет...
Держит жизнь меня, как нарочно.
Вот пытались меня увезти
В престарелый... но я не сдался!
Ты учила вперёд идти,
Только я без тебя сломался...
Мои руки не держат чай
И вставать тяжело мне в дважды...
Ты держись, «Моя Жизнь», не скучай,
Окажусь там и я, однажды...
У меня твоё фото на тумбе –
Первый свадебный, красочный вальс!
Твои розы завяли на клумбе,
Доживу... посажу ещё раз.
Мне таблетки не лезут в горло,
Валерьянкой пропах весь дом...
«Моя жизнь»... мне, почти, не больно
В одиночестве есть за столом.
Ты просила меня быть сильным,
В свой последний тяжёлый вечер...
Но, когда я иду к могиле,
То вдвойне жду с тобою встречи!
Дорогая моя, старушка!
Без тебя тяжело... нет мочи...
Вот моя... вот твоя подушка...
Скоро буду... Спокойной ночи...

My Life

Desert Reverie

Dark Sun

A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


More Snakes

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

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Morning

Just set them up
Though I'm only seventeen.
Just set me up.
I'll take the fall.
I'll take a drink.
And I'll knock them down again.
No resolutions made here.
I'm not out for friends.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink beneath. 
You fall so low.

Oh, set them up.
and I'll prove to you all that I.
Am the greatest.
On the pages.
That ever was.
Oh, set them up.
Sit back and watch me drown them all.
My intuition, all your judgement and my lies.
Oh, set them up.
There's nothing better to do.
You should try walking a mile in these old shoes.

Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the chasm. 
Well I'll sink right down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

I'll take that drink.
Some years since Seventeen.
You set them up.
I knock them down.
I'll take that fall. 
No giving up.
I set them up.
And knock them down.
I'm still around 
Oh, I have been through this before.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink into. 
You fall down.
Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the bottom. 
When you sink them down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

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Meridian Flow

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When I first started writing music, it was a means to express how I felt. I had no voice and I was very alone. I was abused, teased, bullied...I was made to feel less than human. I carried myself wondering 'what's wrong with me?'

As an adult, it wasn't any easier. I was homeless, helpless, and hopeless. I attempted suicide a number of times, I just didn't want to live anymore. When your pain is greater than your ability to cope, you get desperate.

Through therapy, counseling and medication my mental disabilities of PTSD, depression, panic and anxiety attacks are for the most part stable. With a clearer mind, and maybe being older too, I realize that all that time growing up I thought I was the problem, when I never was. All those wasted years all due from a lack of being loved and protected. Still, so stands this man before you...stronger, talented, smarter..

Imperfectly perfect.

We will all have our days, but just remember, no matter what you're going through, that you are perfect just the way you are. It is perfectly natural to feel anything you feel, but it is what you do when you are feeling these emotions that define you!

Love who you are and be kind, always. You never know what anyone is going through :)

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