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Awesome Music #40

Songs I like

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On the upcoming album, Stranded Alien X, due in 2022

The Unreal Dimension

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

o-pen your mind
o-pen your mind
o-pen your mind
op- mind-op mind-op

allow yourself to be 
extrasensory—
you can jump the line
you can ship your mind out to the end of time

when stuck in a reality
wiggle out supernaturally
seek and you shall find
a way to leave your body and your woes behind...

much good is hidden in a world right next to ours
so don’t you worry 'bout a thing
lest you be smitten by the heavenly powers
forget the sun, bask in the light they bring...

for as long as you have faith they’ll carry you
from one decision to another
behold the true meaning of free will
just let ‘em steer and free your will from all the bother...

and all the stories, if scary enough
don’t even have to be divine
and when the glory starts wearing off
just reinterpret all the signs

miracles await the pilgrim who is fond
of the awesome truths lying just beyond

why wouldn’t you wanna be 
extrasensory?
once you cross the line
you can lead the blind, run the pantomime

get unstuck from reality, 
walk and talk supernaturally
seek and you shall find
the oldest way to shine and monetize your mind

it’s gonna be okay
if you go extrasensory
and it’s gonna be just fine
when you productize your inner eye

and all the stories, if magical enough
don’t have to make a lick of sense
cause all the glory is only trickling up
to the visionaries keeping the pretense

the whole trifecta—
poor, powerless, and quick to pray
cost-you-extra-
-sensory

extrasensory
extrasensory

Support John

Extrasensory

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]

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

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Hot Wired Heart's

Dragged Down

Ghosts In Turin

DADDY WASN'T THERE. 🥺

Boombox

Satellite, I see you flying through the sky.
Can you tell me why you've gotta get so high?
I have never seen such motion all my life.
Satellite, you shine your light and pass on by.

Satellite, what is the purpose of your being?
I can't comprehend the sights that you have seen.
I have no idea what they have got in store.
Satellite, they always seem to want some more.

Straight lines cross the sky.
The stars are left behind.
The grandeur of the moon.
Is crossed by you so soon.
I love you, satellite.

Satellite, I stand here staring from the ground.
While you watch us up in space, recording sound.
Satellite, who sent you up to spy on me?
You were only supposed to help us become free.

Satellite, a glowing tin can full of war.
Falling sideways past the earth outside my door.
Are you filling up on data from ruskies?
Satellite, one day you'll bring us to our knees.

Soaring cross sun-rays.
You transmit through the haze.
A howl up to the moon.
It's crossed by you so soon.
I love you, satellite. (x4)

Satellite

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Now You Know

For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7

Title: Walk By Faith
Artist: HisSpiritus
Composer: J.J. Sandoval
Producer: J.J. Sandoval
Performer: HisSpiritus
Release Date: 1/6/2025
Genre: Easy Listening, Instrumental, New Age, Christian/Worship

Listen on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube & more
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Walk By Faith

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Eyes Wide Open

Sabrina Carpenter - Eyes Wide Open (Official)

Silent Scream

Lyrics (Lennon/McCartney)

Your day breaks, your mind aches.
You find that all her words of kindness linger on.
When she no longer needs you.

She wakes up, she makes up.
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry.
She no longer needs you 

And in her eyes, you see nothing.
No sign of love behind the tears.
Cried for no one.
A love that should have lasted years.

You want her, you need her.
And yet you don't believe her.
When she says her love is dead.
You think she needs you.

And in her eyes, you see nothing.
No sign of love behind the tears.
Cried for no one.
A love that should have lasted years.

You stay home, she goes out.
She says that long ago she knew someone.
But now he's gone, she doesn't need him.

Your day breaks, your mind aches.
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head.
You won't forget her.

And in her eyes, you see nothing.
No sign of love behind the tears.
Cried for no one.
A love that should have lasted years.

For No One [The Beatles Cover

love the way you moan

Empty rooms make louder sounds
than bombs ever could.
My bed's still warm but I'm not there
haven't been for good.

Phones light up with "how are you?"
Each pixel burns through.
I've got responses stockpiled high:
None of them are true.

I'll be fine, like static air
when radio waves die.
I'll be fine, like vacant eyes
in a porcelain lie.
I'll be fine, supposedly,
Like flowers pressed in formaldehyde.

Coffee's cold before it burns,
Time splits at the seams.
The mirror shows a person there
Who's nobody it seems.

Every "just reach out" feels like
Hands through heavy glass.
I'm here, I'm gone, I never was—
All three statements pass.

I'll be fine, like dead sea salt
That forgot to float.
I'll be fine, like autumn leaves
That never wrote their note.
I'll be fine, theoretically,
Like stars that burned out centuries ago.

There's an art to absence
That nobody taught.
I've mastered disappearing
While staying in one spot.
My lungs remember breathing
But forgot to tell my chest
Now even nothing's something
I fail to possess.

I'll be fine, like church bells in
An abandoned town.
I'll be fine, like paper boats
That learned how to drown.
I'll be fine, apparently,
Like prayers in empty sound.

They say the void stares back but mine
Just keeps looking through.
I've got a PhD in Hollow,
And the walls do too.
My pulse keeps perfect rhythm with
The silence in between.
I'm here, I promise, just like all
The things you've never seen.

I'll Be Fine

Though the night is so dark and full of fears.
It won't get any easier through the years.
I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

Just one more to take the edge away.
Just a taste of sugar, a lighter end to your day.
I was getting tired of your rules.
I was getting bored and feeling blue.

Maybe I just need escape.
Maybe I was feeling great.
Maybe I was looking out.
Maybe I was crying out.
Ever think I know who I am?
Ever think you wanna get some?
Everybody seeks admission.
Everybody's going missing.
I was getting tired of your blues.
I was feeling washed up, old and through.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.


Lights Out

Blue Nights

As the light from the morning streams in through the cold window pane.
All the ghosts in the city streets, hiding their heads from the rain.
You won't keep my city clean.
Took all my dopamine.
Raining and cold.
You can't give my dreams away.
Lost them all yesterday.
Mourning, now I'm old.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

As the noise from the cars gets in, hide from the night, you're in starlight, never day.
This way, you can never win, dont know where to begin.
Morning, Mrs Jones.
And, a check in the mirror shows where all the dark things go.
Always, feel the same.
Fuck it, let's have another line, forget the march of time.
Fire, it glows.

Ah, You don't even need to get far.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't need to know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

Morning (Que Sera)

"Obsidian Triad" is a fantasy webnovel that lives on the site mildegard ru (it's free to read). It has a lot of poems in it. Here are some of them that were turned into songs. Hear the fantasy world made by dreamwalkers: from its pirate songs to ancient ballads.

Obsidian_Triad_OST_Pirate_Song

idgafabtu

pop punk/rock

co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

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Don't Wanna Find Out

this one goes out to all the bitches that say i can't sing without autotune

LYRICS:

(tag)

(i warned u baby)
(u knew i was trouble)

baby girl
i like your style
he said with a wink and a smile
cat got your tongue?
fallin in, huh?
yea i got just the thing you need girl
ill get you so high
so high
we're talkin 30 thousand feet up in the stratosphere
thats how fuckin high
kiss your boyfriend goodbye
and when were done their won't be nothing left in your eyes
oh pretty girl
whats on your mind?
baby im yours if you tell me your mine
oh pretty girl
don't say goodbye
(i warned you baby)
(you knew i was trouble)

(tag)

(i warned you baby)
(you knew i was trouble)

TROUB̶LE

Track's lyrics were written by Badtripp Inc and the music came to be by try and retry for hours the Suno AI. A song about the horrors that changes soldiers: "They don't come back right"

Soldier, universal

To the memory of the wonderful Roos.

Ian Collins @ian-211 helped a lot with the strings, piano, drums and production.
________________________

Rose, the story is being told that you won’t get old
I know it’s hard to see but there’s a light behind the trees, Rose
Your daddy was a friend of mine, though it’s been a long long time
Before the seasons changed and plans were rearranged

Like a seagull in the storm, you’ll take your lonely course
Ahead of the swarm, struggling with proud force
Despite your tattered coat your soul will stay unharmed and reach the sky

Solo

Little Seagull in the storm, with confidence and love
You will live on, down here below and up above
Despite your tattered coat your soul will stay unharmed and reach the sky

You don’t need to believe, but while the others grieve
Their love will guide you through and there’s one who’s waiting for you, Rose

Cellar Aged Wines

Rose (Seagull In The Storm) - with Ian Collins

EP: "Strength In You" - Beyond & Before Music feat. Ulla F.

Discover "Strength In You," a new EP by Beyond & Before Music celebrating the unbreakable power of the human spirit! Inspired by the overarching themes of the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" but with a universal message, this collection features four songs that tell stories of resilience, hope, and growing through adversity.

With the track "Scars Made Me Stronger" at its core, the EP explores, in catchy Indie Pop and Pop styles, how we can learn from setbacks and find inner strength. The music is light, hopeful, and invites you to sing along, carried by clear melodies and positive vibes, symbolically represented by the spirit of "Ulla F."

These songs are meant to encourage and remind us that even after dark times, light always awaits, and that life's scars ultimately make us stronger.

Burns Wild And Free

Echo

Recorded at One on One Recording Studio in North Hollywood, by the Instrumental Casting Orchestra, with Ruslan Biryukov (cello soloist) and Dustin McKinney (trumpet soloist).

Certain musical patterns are shared among all of humanity, transcending geographical and temporal boundaries. This selection of early spiritual songs originating from the North American continent exemplifies this remarkable unity. Whether it be the music of indigenous peoples displaced by European colonists, the religious songs adapted from folk songs of European origins, the poignant spirituals of the enslaved forcibly brought to America’s shores, or the hymns sung by impoverished rural Southerners, humanity expresses hope through their shared language of music.
This orchestral suite opens with a rendition of a Lakota lullaby titled, “Čhaŋté Wašté Hokšíla (My Kind-Hearted Boy)”. This then transitions into a New England colonial rendition of the traditional song “Wayfaring Stranger”. The song’s sentiment of constant journeying, being a stranger in a strange land yet lifting the eyes in hope toward the promise of a better home, links the stories of all who reside on this continent: European immigrants fleeing oppression, indigenous communities forced upon trails of tears, and African people enslaved against their will.
From this wayfaring song that links them all, a lone trumpet introduces the melody, “I Wade the Water to My Knees”, a traditional ring shout song that recalls the historic 1803 rebellion and subsequent mass suicide at Dunbar Creek on St. Simons Island, Georgia. The lyrics of this call-and-response shout song bring this powerful imagery to life:

I wade the water to my knees.
I’m gonna pray, gonna pray.
I wade the water to my knees.
I’m gonna pray til I die.

Lord, the water’s so cold…
Til my body but not my soul…
I’m gonna sink and never rise…
Won’t rise now but don’t know when…
With my faith I’ll rise again…

Following a brief harmonic transition, a faithful orchestration of “Wondrous Love” is presented. The harmonies are accurately reproduced from those found in the Sacred Harp tunebook of 1844. This distinctly American tradition of harmony and singing-style originated in New England during the late 18th century and was subsequently codified in the aforementioned tunebook, published in the American South.
After this rugged rendition of “Wondrous Love” comes “Idumea”. The melody was initially composed by Ananias Davisson in 1816. Subsequently, it was paired with Methodist lyrics (authored by Charles Wesley in 1753) and included in the shape-note hymnal Southern Harmony in 1835. The hymn was further incorporated into the Sacred Harp collection in 1844.
At long last, our journey culminates in a seamless fusion of the melodies from “Idumea” and the Lakota Lullaby that began this musical narrative — once more, illustrating the striking commonalities shared in the music of our diverse heritages.

See the music video at https://youtu.be/ULHZyvr3c4c?si=Xr0_W5ZFKoQ2nkg9

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Spiritual Songs of the New World (Studio Recording)

A timeless rocker cleverly written intertwining the hazards of driving with the ups and downs of love. Hank uses all 4 lanes of the interstate and them some with his steady classic rock n roll rhythm, chiming chorus guitar, and an out of nowhere guitar lead solo using open scales and his stock tremolo bar. Almost two songs in one, the climactic second half finale brings Hank's heartfelt pledge of love sung over a beautiful chord progression filled with lush string arrangement which seems to be echoing that steady clicking, humming sound of the lonesome interstate, Warning, this song stirs up emotions just below the surface of those who know love all too well.

The Long Haul

Well, He's got the highway to your heart
I got to come up the rocky way
He jumped ahead from the start
I'm right in second baby that's OK
Because, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby

He's layin' rubber in the top end
but it ain't all about RPMs
My eighteen are gonna keep on chuggin'
I'll get to you baby no matter what I'm luggin'
cause, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby, 

When you're in love you better not speed
You might pass by somethin' that you really need
You need somethin' baby built to last
to carry love's heavy load
Because a lot of things can happen baby
when you're out on that open road

You get your hopes up high but love comes down crashin'
You try it again but the same thing happens
Sooner or later you're gonna' get tired of bein' bumped around
That's when I'm gonna' be ready baby, just pullin' into your town
 
I know you're lookin' for Mr. Right
not those one-night romeos
Someday you'll see me in a different light
and that's the day I'll pull this rig off the road
Because, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby
Long haul, baby
Ohhh yeah, I'm in it for the long haul now baby

I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul 
I'm in it for the long haul now baby Ow

When the bridge is out, 
ohhh! there ain't no doubt
I'll find a different route
I'll be there by the mornin' yeah

Through the pourin' rain
No matter how steep the grade
I'm gonna' keep makin' my way to you baby

I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby
Baby, baby baby baby
Baby, baby baby baby
Long haul
Baby, baby, baby baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hold on, It won't be long
Ohhh! I'm in it for the long long haul

The Long Haul

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Tango in the Rain
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:34
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Tango / Classical / Neoclassical
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description

"Tango in the Rain" sweeps you into a world where every drop of water becomes a heartbeat and every note a whispered promise. Picture a cobblestone street drenched under a silver glow, footsteps echoing as violin and piano entwine in a passionate embrace. The sultry melody of the violin weeps with longing, while the cello’s warm timbre pulses like a lover’s steady breath. The piano’s chords glisten — each keystroke a raindrop dancing on your skin.

As the storm intensifies, the quartet’s rhythm tightens: viola strokes snap like lightning, and the cello’s low-register whispers anchor you in a moment of shared vulnerability. The interplay of solo lines and lush harmonies evokes a stolen midnight rendezvous, drenched in longing and defiance. You can almost feel the dancers’ wet shoes sliding across the pavement, their bodies in perfect tension, surrendering to the music’s electric current.

Here, sorrow and joy swirl together, creating a tapestry of desire that is at once urgent and tender. "Tango in the Rain" isn’t just a piece — it’s an invitation to lose yourself in a torrential romance that refuses to let go.

🎼 Key: d-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Tango in the Rain

You Can Run

Performed by Macklemore and Kesha
Produced by Joshua "Budo" Karp
 
Written by: B. Haggerty; K. Sebert; J. Karp; A. Joslyn; S. Wishkoski; T. Andrews
 
Lyrics by Ben Haggerty and Kesha Sebert
 
Additional Piano by Sam Wish
String Arrangement by Andrew Joslyn
Violin by Andrew Joslyn and Christopher Foerstel
Viola by Seth May-Patterson
Cello by Eli Weinberger
Additional Percussion by Teo Shantz
Choir Vocals by Tanisha Brooks, Josephine Howell, and Karma Johnson
 
Mixed by Jon Castelli at Studio X
Mastered by Dale Becker
Engineered by Tyler Dopps
Mastering Assistant – Mandy Adams
Engineer for Mix Ingmar Carlson
 
Bengal Yucky (BMI)
Dynamite Cop Music / Where Da Kasz At (BMI)
Gutterfunk (ASCAP)
D B Joslyn Music (BMI)
Swish You Were Here Music LLC (ASCAP)
Tyler Andrews (ASCAP)
 
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