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Black Friday
BPM: 114

This instrumental is based on the sound of multiple tracks of Strats, synths  and electric bass.
It sounds a lot like a song of the eighties for the keyboards chords and the palm muted guitar parts.
The drums are programmed and they are based on the Downbeat Kit available for AKAI MPC here https://www.mpc-samples.com/product.php/291/the-downbeat-kit/. The drums are based on round robin samples which give to the patterns a natural feel.

The instrumental is available for sale on beatstars.com\gamandello or you can enjoy the full track on:

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The track has been recorded, mixed and mastered on AKAI MPC Live and software.


MPC Tracks

[01] Drums   Kit-Downbeat Modern Mix-Cycle
[02] Bass    Ibanez electric bass
[04] Piano   Mini Grand\01 Real Piano
[05] Strat   Fender AM Pro Stratocaster
[06] LStrat  Fender AM Pro Stratocaster
[07] Pad 01  Tube Synth\Chorus Tri
[08] Pad 02  Tube Synth\Metallic Dyno Poly    

Chords

Chorus
ǁ: Dm7 | A#M | D7 | GM7 ǁ 

Verse
ǁ: Dm7 ǁ 

Break
ǁ:D M | A7 ǁ

Black Friday

Dance With Me

" HEAVY LOVE "studio"

I Wish That I Could Fall In Love Today

"Holy Water"
Music By: Johnnie Sinister
Produced By: Johnnie Sinister
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In shadows draped, a chilling tale unfurls,
A paradox of darkness, a priest who disturbs.
Within the cloth, a twisted secret lies,
A serial killer, veiled by pious guise.

In hallowed halls, where prayers find their grace,
A predator lurks, concealing his dark face.
Behind the pulpit, he preaches divine,
While craving power, his sinister design.

His sermons sweet, like honeyed words they flow,
Yet wicked thoughts beneath, none truly know.
In confessional booths, secrets whispered low,
The priest, a wolf, disguised among the snow.

His victims chosen, lost souls seeking solace,
Drawn to his presence, unaware of their own malice.
In sacred rites, he finds his twisted pleasure,
The holy man's hands now stained with blood's measure.

He walks the night, a shepherd turned astray,
Silent footsteps whisper, leading prey astray.
In the dead of darkness, his deeds unfold,
The priest-turned-killer, a story yet untold.

But justice awakens, a beacon in the night,
As clues are gathered, secrets come to light.
The hunters pursue, their purpose unyielding,
To unmask the monster, his evil revealing.

Within the chapel's depths, the truth ascends,
The twisted soul, his reign of terror ends.
No more shall innocence shatter at his hand,
A fallen shepherd, banished from the sacred land.

So heed this tale, a warning to the wise,
For darkness can dwell where holiness lies.
Beware the guise of those who claim divine,
For evil hides behind the holiest shrine.

Holy Water

Such Is Life

I've got seven bottles of water.
Two more to piss in.
I'd like to get things sorted.
But I don't know where to begin.
I'm glad I tore myself apart.
I didn't know which way to start.
What was begun?
I'll know that answer when I'm done.

My brothers are little rich kids.
My sister is the same.
While I'm stealing firelighters.
Living just to clear my name.
I've just one question before we start.
Should I be taking this to heart?
What's mine is mine?
I'll find out somewhere down the line.

My friends are going crazy.
Chase American dreams.
And I would join their party,
But I don't know what that means.
The 'truth' is nonsense, it would seem.
They're living someone else's dream.
Sit worlds apart.
I should have realised from the start.

I'm starting now to see.
(You) Don't create a thing for me.
Seem half destroyed by infamy.
Consider this, my litany.
Sulphides will rot away your heart.
I took a look back to the start.
No chosen one.
Your shadows blocking out my sun.

What's done is done.

Sometimes, I really feel.
Like no one can beat me.
But then I go and lose again,
You know the outcome by the end 
You know it just don't bother me.
I'm used to losing it would seem.
A sacred art.
That I've been learning from the start.

Six, E, Q, U, J, Five, Wow!
It isn't fucking aliens.
Get back down to earth now. 
There is no value to your art.
You should of known this from the start.
You're not divine.
Despite the memories in your mind.

Apeman, spaceman, later than creation.
Homebird, prison, from whence has arisen?
Lord, will you still my beating heart?
I should of known it from the start.
What's done is done.
They never said you were the one.

What's done is done.
What's done is done.

What's Done is Done

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