Submerge into an epic space battle that involves zapping lasers and twisted vortexes. 

Lasers in Space

Lyrics - All I wanted from you, was you.


Produced by Sheldon Fonseca

Ingenious

Lyrics:
Waiting for the time, 
When we all unite,
Waiting for the time.
Waiting like a child.

Music vocals and lyrics by © Sheldon Fonseca  

Waiting Like A Child

Lyrics:

She changes like the weather
and she cries like the rain. 
I swear that her emotions
always keep me wondering.

Her laughter is like sunshine
shining bright on a rainy day.
When Im with her I feel like
not even the wind 
can sweep me away.

weather, 
weather woman.
Let your light shine down on me.

She makes me surf tornadoes,
fly across the highest peak. 
And I try my best to function,
until the snow buries me six feet deep.

weather, 
weather woman.
Let your light shine down on me.


Credits:

Produced by Seemingly That.
https://soundcloud.com/seeminglythat

Lyrics, Vocals & Music by Sheldon Fonseca.
sheldonfonseca.com

©SheldonFonscea - All Rights Reserved.

Weather Woman (BAIT EP)

Vocals by George W Bush
Guitars - Pruthu Parab
Music by Sheldon Fonseca
Produced by Sheldon Fonseca
Co-Produced by Seemingly That
Mastered at SeeminglyThat studios

©SheldonFonscea - All Rights Reserved.

Voice Of The People (BAIT EP)

'Don't be afraid just give it a go, since Success or Failure is just an outcome'

Produced by Seemigly That

Female vocals - Becky Fernandes

Music - Sheldon Fonseca

BRITVIC FRUITSHOOT Jingle - Give it a go

Made for the 'making of' the Parx clothing ad.
Check it out - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RO_TRWueSg

Produced by Sheldon Fonseca
Music - Sheldon Fonseca

Parx Dub

Buy BAIT - https://sheldonfonseca.bandcamp.com/album/bait

Lyrics:

Sending shivers up and down my spine,
she looks like something that I can't define.
If only she was mine.

Fuckin epic is an understatement.
It's not easy to be patient,
with a body like that.

The way she looks is such a tease,
it's hard not to beg her please.
She's so fine.

If only she was mine.

I see her looking back at me,
pretending like she has to leave.
But I see,
I need to set her free.

She's the type that makes me go wild.
I'm running out of time.

If only she was mine.

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Music, lyrics and vocals by Sheldon Fonseca
Produced by Sheldon Fonseca
Co-produced by SeeminglyThat
www.soundcloud.com/seeminglythat

Mastered at SeeminglyThat studios.

If Only She Was Mine (BAIT EP)

Dark, evil and soulfully psychotic, Twisted Inferno is a remix of Monsters Have Now Been Unleashed.



Monsters Have Now Been Unleashed - Twisted Inferno (remix)

When an unsuspecting parasite gets infected by the plight of a sickk groove. 

Music - Sheldon Fonseca
Guitars - Pruthu Parab
Mixed and mastered by Seemingly That


Produced by Seemingly That
www.soundcloud.com/seeminglythat



17,07,2016

Sickk ParasitE (Induced Paranoia)

A wild woman in a wild world where wilder things unfurl. 

Composed and arranged by Sheldon Fonseca.
Mixed and Mastered by Seemingly That.
Guitars and bass by Tejas Narayan.

Wilder Things

Lyrics and vocals by Sheldon Fonseca
Music by Adriel George & Sheldon Fonseca

www.sheldonfonseca.com
www.soundcloud.com/adrielgeorge

Lyrics:

V1:

It's election time and the price is high,
place your bids on the collapsing sky.
I place my vote on the guy that's high.
Which one? Not the rich one or the one in denial.
Because all this while I thought I wasn't fucking breathing. Somebody drown me with reason. More explanations, no escaping its devious.
Come grieve with us.
In this death of Democracy, it’s crazy how the demons of hypocrisy, oversee this comedy. But I'm already so tired; I'm so wired to the system. Fried of bithching about our situations. Their taking for us granted, while they planted all those thoughts that distort your mindset. We're blinded by their campaigns on the highway. We're driving down the fast lane, alright then, how do we hit it the brakes and fight them?
Don’t be frightened, we're the ones biting. 
They're hiding from our truth disease.
Let's put them at ease.
Please where's the constitution?
Oh shit, you mean that peace of peace of paper that's missing? At least theoretically, but in the minds of the people it’s outlined as philosophy, until what we were taught in our textbooks lacked continuity. 
Let me take this opportunity to introduce you to a minority of civilized folk that dwell in the depths of a prehistoric community. I can't buy immunity, maybe I'm a lunatic, and I have to reboot again, but what about the reporters and the voters that they pay to kill. 
I'm still standing still.
Bitch 


All of the agendas of this meeting are leading to misconceptions, and my stages of suspicion are seriously rising. Oh shit!!
What happened to freedom of expression?
Now suddenly I'm questioned for speaking my mind; and I can’t define the lines that you've crossed, it doesn't alight. It’s about time, we're lost. So many bills have been passed, what's on my plate is at cost, just because my ways are not yours. 
We're clearly so different. We need to make some amendments. Lotus drowning, no further questions. 
The inconvenience caused is regretted.
While the dust bursts into your windows.
More cars that bring in more smoke.
More roads, 
More metros. 
No forests
Increase the death toll.

Place your bids on the collapsing sky.
All we see is clouds of denial.
Make it seem like it will be alright.
When it rains, there will be reigns of fire.

Collapsing Sky

Produced by Adriel George.
Lyrics & vocals by Sheldon Fonseca.
Featuring Gillian Pinto and Vaani.

Lyrics:

Enclosed and choking in tiny little boxes,
Hoping that something will drop in and stop us,
From staring at the screens in a screaming metropolis,
Pop us some beef and we won’t be so lawless.

Bullshit! That’s all that they taught us.
Call for some ruckus and slide in a carcass.
That’s true bitch! They live amongst us.
Flawed is a system that hides under a carpet.

The forces that notice focus on eloping
And the hopeless keep hoping for a change in devotion,
But the notions exploding keep shaping the ocean
Of the propagation that makes them call dibs on your potion.

Ch:
We cannot rewind,
Don't be so polite
Bring out your provocative words.

Don't be pushed aside,
Leave no one behind,
Be heard

V2:
With flags in the bag just to drag in the message,
Being reckless is as precious as the seat is.
And when they need us, they feed us with promises,
So ominous; can’t you see through this?

We’ve been through this,
We’ve dealt with shit,
We’ve seen them miss
And we’ve felt the fit.
Yes we quit, we’re unwell within.
Accepting it, but not questioning it.

Time to pull the switch,
They make us twitch
Son of a bitch, look at that shit.
They’re faking it.
You’re tolerating, debating, but not evading it.
They’ll be stating it, until the table flips.
Well, the fact that you’re still listening;
I’m sure they must be hating it.

Ch:
We cannot rewind,
Don't be so polite
Bring out your provocative words.


Don't be pushed aside,
Leave no one behind,
Be heard

CANDIDATE OF HATE By Adriel George & Sheldon Fonseca, featuring Vaani & Gillian Pinto

You know they're out to kill you. It's a lost cause!

The Lost Cause

Infernal Needle


Do you ever remember the times you've been rejected
never appreciated, never affected
always agitated, forever irritated & the times you've been screaming
what the fuck i hate it
people talk about you behind your back.
but you don't give a shit cause life's like that
always rejected because you wont interact,
your questioned, then threatened
sometimes attacked. 
your back to where you started at
rejected like shit flushed that wont come back
going mad until the point 
u need a head to hack,
rejected once again   
now your loosing track 

Rejected in the workplace
rejected by love
rejected in society
rejected form above 
from every single angle
to every frame of time
every word you utter
to every single line 

yeah, your rejected baby
do you remember those times
its just been a while


v2)

do you taste it ,
the flavor of defeat, you see
it feels so naked
your shaking, why didn't  you make it
do you remember the times you were filled with anguish
n o patience, if you ever had a weapon
it would be blazing, engraving battle scars and
venting out hatred
I'm just saying it
whose complaining, or playing it
emotions  do reign it
while logic is static
its tragic
when being rejected is a habit
how do you go about it
remember when you panicked
its  not like you planned it
you almost had it
but shit turned drastic 
its never fantastic
sometimes placid
no questions to answer
and some of them bullshit, yes
this is the truth bitch
always deemed useless
as millions bear witness
rejected two more times
dam right it is a hat trick

Ch: always rejected - (background vocals)
 

always rejected
made to be defective
underestimated
you outright hate it.


         







  






Rejected

Save the Pterodactyl is take on today's dystopian world where anything is possible. From Trump to the Corona Virus, to the hideous choices of mankind; there's no knowing what's going to come next.

Composed & Produced by Sheldon Fonseca

Visit www.sheldonfonseca.com to download the high quality version of this track for free and stay tuned for more releases!

©SheldonFonseca
All Rights Reserved.

Save The Pterodactyl

You've  turned into all your worst fears
all your nightmares, they now seem so real,
as a little girl, you learnt, in the world theres hell,
everywhere you glance there a chance you'd be dead,
heavens in your head, lets not forget, those deems of ease 
will never come again. lest not pretend, as the clock spins,
the hour glass, moves too fast and the moment ends.

and once again, you find yourself in the bed of another man
whose plan you shared, whose hand you held,
all he wanted was sex and nothing else, i know you wept
as the winter swept, summers went, the time well spent was all a mess
nothing made sense your innocence is dead
just rip off and tear his neck

it seems idiotic, chaotic and horrid, you can not ignore it, 
or do anything about it, i doubt it,  you wont get around it and no drug can ground it
your surrounded by scoundrels,  
rapists and demons, they watch you when your sleeping,  
in  eyes of the wicked, your just for the taking, pretty flesh, to quench 
the thirst of evil.  being  an angel
with broken wings has no meaning


Ch: stop weeping
       theres no mercy for the fallen 
       all your dreams distorted
       theres no reason why
   
      you feel broken,
      I can see you, see you shivering
      yes you just need a another reason 
      for you to die
       
      
           
v2: 

its too late to run home, to those you know
You feel disowned, stoned, a black patch on your soul that will never go
you never know who to trust, its too much to hold
its getting cold,  the night has more to unfold, no pot of gold, at the end of a rainbow,
as the rain falls,  all is gone and so girl  your covered in tears form head to toe  
 
your sure, this time you wont loose control,
you know, how you did before
how you trust so much to be denounced
to be the clown
no more joy
but a gloomy cloud
every step you doubt
its a battle ground
its clear and loud 
its over now, 
the clock wont stop
when the world is downed
whats lost at a cost is not always found

No Reason To Die

Stranded Without You

In memory of the most amazing Dad in the universe.

Music and Lyrics by Sheldon Fonseca
Produced by Echologue

Lyrics:

I still have so many questions that I thought would suffice.
But time is made on the fabric of when our days once aligned.
If only those days were made like those tapes where we could hit rewind,
I would definitely hit the button, because it just feels right.
I remember the collection from Jeff Beck to Eric Clapton, not to mention 
Credence Clear Water Revival. You used to groove to that Jam. 
With  a glass of whiskey in your hand.
Reciting  verses from the Bible, talking about survival.
And how it’s vital to be patient.
Now I’m waiting for the time when we meet in a different dimension.
So I’m sending across a bunch of frequencies, 
hoping the right one hits the note you’re seeking there.
But the people here still don’t have a plan.
I know you’re listening. Jamming to your radio,
Watching through a high power telescope. You’re living it.
Now I see you running through those green fields,
Far away from the chaos in the city. 
I know you’re missing me, missing home, missing everyone that’s your own.
But you’re not alone.
Most of my favourite people are not in this world.

This world is dissonant.
But I know you're listening.

Dissonant

This if for all those political motherfuckers 

who don't have the balls to do anything about rape in this country.




CH:




They don't have the balls no,

they just want to control you.

They don't have the balls no,  

but they think they do so

They don't have the balls no,

they just wanna own you.

They don't have the balls no..Fuck no.




V1:




The morning paper triggers a fucking rush of rage,

Every page I turn, I read about rape.

The same old story in different places,

and still the motherfucking law is complacent. 

wake up Delhi! Are you fucking blind?

Or is this just another day that you don't even mind.

How could you bear to see the daughters of India cry

and then die to wrath of those merciless swines?




CH: <Repeat>




V2:




Protests are no good without action,

how do you plan to curb their fucking satisfaction?

is this your reaction to loss of freedom?

if I see a rapist, I swear I'll fucking kill him.

Feed his cock to the dogs

and his heart to the chickens.

All of a sudden human rights pay a visit.

'Listen sir you did not do the right thing

the trial was pending, and he had to go to prison.'




I said, fuck you motherfuckers 

I'll rape the constitution, 

stop the bullshit

before I get furious.

The only law here is the judge's fucking pockets.

Does anyone else have a fucking problem?




Charges are just a means of getting money 

to fill their pockets with till it aint funny. 

They don't have the balls no,

they're just trying to control you'll.




Bridge:




Anytime you can be misleaded,

anyplace is not safe where you are,

some say they never have a reason,

they just want to get you, you know.




Your alone, and your soul slips from your fingers

and you wake up to the horror.




Tear your soul without a question

just because they know that they can.

In the darkness alone you stand

hand in hand with the enemy and

no body to set you free

while you're not breathing.





Capital X

Written and Produced by Sheldon Fonseca.
Mastered by Echologue Studios (Pruthu Parab)
Backing Vocals by Neha Negi

Lyrics:

Human kind is blinded by the mindless shit that finds itself on our television sets, with no regrets of being infiltrated by propagative lies. It's about time we rise from our couches; while the nation slouches, we take a back seat in an outrage. The stage is set, let's not forget. All the fake promises, trying to keep it ominous, taking all the compliments, sick of all the vigilance, blazing though with sirens, high beams binding, in their asylums of decision hiding, 

Plotting the next lie, one that can't be defined, by people like you and I. They love getting high on their own supply of extremism, redefining the meaning of treason. Their votes keep increasing, and the hoardings are now bleeding.
 
Somebody needs an innate escape because their fate is on a plate that's flowing with hate.

Somebody's going to be enraged, because the people gonna wanna put them in their place..

V2: 

What you don't want. We'll give it to ya..
What you don't need. We'll give it to ya..
Give it up, give it all, take the fall, break your balls, take the blame, it's our game. There’s no change in our name. We don't need to explain, but that's not what the stats say. The nation isn't collapsing, and government brings justice.

Alright...I've heard enough of this .

Somebody needs an innate escape because their fate is on a plate that's flowing with hate.

Somebody's going to be enraged, because the people gonna wanna put them in thier place.

Innate Escape

Music, lyrics and vocals by Sheldon Fonseca
Produced by ©SheldonFonseca

Lyrics:
Dig harder
Dig harder
Dig harder
you may find some
Disorder
Disorder
Disorder
in the system
Amendments
Amendments 
Amendments.
Make me mental
I got questions
but I can't help it
If I express it, then
I'm arrested.

Mistreated, indeed 
it seeps into our lifestyle
There ain't no likewise
Just a whole bunch of white lies
Lies about subsidies
privatized enemies
that prioritize greed
of the people that buy the same shit
now with their name on it 
bitch please
tell me something new about it
We need amendments on the bullshit panel
This wholesome scandal
may sound delicious to you
But you're the one who bites
more than you can chew
So do away with the fake ass decor
Anyways that's what the media knows.
We've been through this before
Where you lock up a couple of people
and a thousand more revolt

Till the machine 
until it bleeds
Hold on to your
rakes and shovels, your land your rubble
Because they don't know how to lead

V2:
Rebels in levels of heightened enlightenment 
hiding but fighting against the delusions.
Losing the battle against the system.
smothered with capitalistic intentions 
We're already burning
no one's learning
Somebody turn the alarm on full swing
Is anyone listening
except for the misfits
they have my every move on their tracking systems
glitches, fixes for my sentences.
to fit with in with political correctness 
Oh shit, I should be so frightened
But I feel so light headed
The last time I checked I still have my rights
its just that I'm not right when they're insistent.
and so right wing finned
Is that even a thing?

Till The Machine

Original, Indie, Alternative, Electronic and Experimental.

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Sheldon Fonseca

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