WATERLEMON

1st playlist

Dj-Gladys-Sound(Graffik18 Voyager)

Songs written and released between July and December 2022, taken from the E.P's and Albums, Haven't Seen The Sun, Buffalo, Cows, Mugshot and Salt.

2022: Long Haired Milk Sucker

SpukSchreibMaschine

Started off as a #playalong #looperjam... decided to adlib some lyrics... could it be an #inspiredresponse ?????

watch for the release of #inspiredresponses coming out at some point in time....

u can also check out some of my other #inspiredcovers here.. 
Listen to Collection of #inspiredcovers....., a playlist by HvyMtlHpp on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/vuqCX



Hey Joe Sim Acoustic Cover...

Alien Experimentation

Voyager

I love to create music. theres about a 100 here and more on the way.

Each song a story that takes you on a journey without words. A magical, fun adventure.

Machine War

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cinx4L_D2uW/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

There's a fox on a hill.
Looking down at a hen house.
The hills roll away.
What more can you say? 
Can you say?

There's a spider that spends, its whole life on a window. 
He doesn't get down.
Nor ever look around. 
He just likes to stay.

There's a a boy.
Aged about ten.
Naming flags to his mother.
She just can't work up. 
The will to look up from her ironing pile. 

There's a box on a fridge.
Which no one will look in.
Ever again.
Contains anything, 
Which boxes contain.

There's a girl plucking eyebrows.
For forty five minutes.
She watches them fall.
For a moment they stall.
Then they're gone away.

There's a sign on the wall.
Which must signify something.
You don't don't take it in.
The words don't begin.
The words are opaque.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.
 
There's a question which fills you with furious anger. 
Mis-understood all.
You made the wrong call.
What more can I say?

There's a sword in the sky hanging over our shoulders. 
We wait for the fall.
Whilst trying to walk tall.
What more can I say?

There's a love that's uncertain.
That is worth the time put in. 
It waits to begin.
A strike for the win. 
You'll get there one day.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.

There's a fox on the hillside,
laying down in the sunshine.


Things

if you dont hit the like button kill yourself...

KILLAMIX (VLVD B2B S.TRPZ)

LYRICS

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe i'm not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

There's no reason to be this excited by.
Oh, it's only some shit up your nose.
You look in the mirror from your pallid eyes.
Good lookers never give you a rose. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

Overestimating your thinking time.
It's seconds not the years that you thought.
The days that you gave in waiting on the line.
Can't count all the shit that you bought. 

Perfecting a lazy impression of.
The dandiest man on the town.
Might fool all the others with your dirty clothes.
Someday everybody comes down. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

You think you'll have it down
your nose at us.
Now that it bleeds take a pass.
The wolf is laying right there in your grandma's bed.
My girl what big teeth that he has. 

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe we're not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get if for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me.


Cows (Get it)

Wanna Fight About It?

if you’re one of those people
who go crazy over Christmas
tell me do you know 
what Christmas is even about?
why don't I tell you what Christmas is about
it’s gonna get a little bit choppy
so grab on to me...

some folks decorate an evergreen tree
none can agree
on what the trees symbolize
some say renewal
others say eternal life
or could be just the way 
we shake down nature for a prize

it’s either Jesus or it’s pagan

some people sing carols 
about reindeer in the snow
to celebrate a certain Middle Eastern birth
and some sing “I don’t want
a lot for Christmas”
as they max out their credit card

it’s either St. Nick or Coca-Cola

so let’s gather round family and friends
then look at others for what triggers or offends
that’s because what Christmas is all about
is telling others what their Christmas
should be about

me tell you all about Christmas
(he'll tell you all about Christmas)

many hate their own tradition’s Xmas
let alone vestiges of Roman Saturnalia
for some goody-two-shoes it is a chance to flex—
must rally hard for all demonic practices to go belly up
 
you know the Yule log’s probably Satan

Western kids write to Santa
and ask for massive presents
the same guy who used to beat up
naughty children with a stick
(he could really jingle bells, jingle bells)
he owns a factory up North now
and skims from his elves’ wages
I guess a useful lesson—it pays to be a dick

does he ever make it down to Angola?

gather round, my dear family and friends
let’s look at the neighbors for what triggers and offends
we know too well what Christmas is about
It’s about judging others and calling the heathens out!

Support Gom

All About Christmas

Keep Me In The Light

wookie wubz

What I could have been, washed out by the salty sea, oh it is just a dream, a dream that's obsolete. 

What a place to be, a place where you can go and see, the things that you could be, all that you could dream. 

Now you'll never know, anywhere's the way to go, oh, It's all for the show, now you'll never know. 

Washed out by the sun, this sun is just the current one, the bun that traps the fly, now you wave goodbye. 

Just wasted on the sand, wasted in a foreign land, wasted like you planned, you wasted all your hands. 

Time it ticks away, ticks away another day, the days they will not stay, the days they go away. 

What I couldn't see, washed out by the salty sea, reminds me of the time, I searched but couldn't find. 

A scar that fades away, reminders of the former days, the days that fade away, the days they often change. 

The salty sea imbibes, more than you would care to mind, you're full up to your eyes, the salty sea revives. 

Salty Sea

The Attic

What's the matter Steve?
What you saying to me?
Your face is turning sour.
You're judging me,
but you fail to see,
no need to be so dour.

Look round.
Oh, the humanity.
Turned down.
Even in infamy.
Last out.
Now they are gone from your home.

What's happening Steve.
You guys are looking strange.
Can't tell what they's about.
That's what you get.
When you isolate,
and control all the power.

Look round
Oh, the plasticity.
Turned down.
Lacks electricity.
Last out.
Turn off the light as you go.

What's happened Steve?
Oh, don't look surprised.
Your world has tumbled down.
Kept in a cage,
but reality,
has a way of spinning round.

Look round.
Earnings are temporary
Turned down.
Learn you some empathy.
Last out.
Turn out the light as you go.

Steves

Avoidance, takes its toll.
Never minding, any goals.
Always hiding, in your hole.
Never binding, to the whole. 

A table, spread to eat,
A window, to the sea,
A white wall, not complete.
Nor flower, nor a tree. 

A sunset, or a wave.
A shipwreck, for a grave.
A whale's song, in your head.
A lonely tourniquet. 

An old hat, on the peg.
A corner, for your bed.
A lamp light, shining free.
A collector of memories. 

The freedom, you can't see.
Imposing, you can't be.
Not needed, obsolete.
Automaton, left replete. 

A lighthouse, all alone.
The raging sea, down below.
Piercing, through your heart.
A lamp light, through the dark.

Lighthouses

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be?
for one thing, we're not free.

There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles

Alex Kautz - The EP

Stay

From Goddess Parvati with other Goddesses to you!

Listen and meditate with it and receive the energy.

Om Kleem Amma

Bandcamp

From Goddess Durga to you to destroy negative energies.

Listen  and meditate and receive.

Om Kleem Dum Durgayei

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

So it's come down to this apocalyptic abyss,
where sentience of any kind can barely exist.
And we find ourselves led by hearts that are dead...
for the suffering they cause, not one tear do they shed.
Their addiction to greed, pushing perpetual need:
the base desires of stunted minds where vultures do feed.
It's all led to a hell of buy and sell, buy and sell,
where everyone's reduced to a pale broken shell.

The dead eyes of the young whose futures are hung
upon the endless lies of a million forked tongues.
On their flickering screens, visions sick and obscene
forge their souls into something small, dark and mean.
And the hearts of the old, once adventurous and bold
slowly molder in the remnants of the principals they've sold.
For once you give in an avalanche will begin,
and then you'll find that YOU are why those pricks always win.

Take back your brave new world and book me a flight to Jupiter...
'cause I don't wanna be human no more: everybody here's gettin' stupider.

The blind rage that you feel. The “Art of the Deal”.
The inexorable turning of a big f**kin' wheel.
And the strong eat the weak, the wise grow flaccid and meek,
and the rich feast on all the fruits of the power they seek.
If there's a future at all (after all of this falls)
it will not be if we heed the same darkness that calls.
The human heart it yearns for the path that does turn
towards the place where all good virtues bake, boil and burn.

Mistakes Have Been Made

Everybody Here's Getting Stupider

04 - Everybody Here's Getting Stupider

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.



