Playlist (r) - Autumn 2020

Indiana Jones & the Legend of This Playlist We Got Going on Right Here

Immersion

Deep Guitar

Amplitude

Thank you David Gilmour for inspiring me !

Pink

Thank you for listening!
A new collaboration with another great SoundCloud Artist.
It has been a pleasure to collaborate with the very talented singer Aida Deturck 
Check out the great work of Aida; https://soundcloud.com/aidadeturck
Lyrics and vocals: Aida Deturck
Video Clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp_cwdi1ewQ&feature=em-lsp
Lyrics:
Once upon a time she was right there
(Nobody knows)
and her whole life was just sit and wait 
“I want to be free”, “I want to be me”
And she sang in a tower all alone
[CHORUS]
Wake, Wake up
you have all the power in your hands
and she got, and she got what she always deserved 
-
Many years ago, she broke her own chains
(A Brand-New Day) 
Lost and lonely against all she knew 
“I want to be free”,“I want to be me”,“I will be brave”
And she escape from the tower by herself
[CHORUS]
Wake, Wake up
you have all the power in your hands
and she got, and she got what she always deserved
-
[BRIDGE]
She changed her path searching for a new life
What will you do?
Wait 
[CHORUS]
wake up
realizing her own power
and she got, and she got all that she always deserved   
Wait for me I’m coming
Everything looks beautiful through a castle window…

The Tower (Feat. Aida Deturck)

Waves

The lead single from our new EP "Strings"

“‘Baltimore’ though is the track that signals Hollowed Sky’s real arrival – six minutes of passion and intensity which some bands spend a career trying to capture. That song sis worth the price of admission alone.”~The Rockpit 

Lyrics for the song "Baltimore:"
To let it drone, to let it breathe
To hold my own, to make it me
Unstoppable incompetence
The disrespect, unreal to me
‘cause nobody cares about these streets
To give up on hope, give up on dreams
That’s not this man, not my city
When nobody cares about streets
Guns. Dimes. Crime.
Politics and loss of life
I can’t take no more

‘cause no one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one to teach their young
Function of plans unknown

This place is run with crooked men
Their greedy paws are in the dish
While young men die and no one cares
We will rise up and make a stand
‘cause nobody cares about these streets
It’s time to shine, so here we go
Let’s make it count, let’s let them know
That things will change, be different now
To make one man, into a crowd
Guns. Dimes. Crime.
Politics and loss of life
I can’t take no more

‘cause no one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one to teach their young
Function of plans unknown

Statistics will show you the numbers of loss
But that means nothing when it is one of your own
And it plays out like horrors you see on the screen
Of a movie or something you would not believe
When you look at the screen all you do is just cry
At the hit that you take when it’s deep in your pride
Still you struggle to get up and get on your feet
But you get up and go out, you get up and go

No one will let us grow
Unknown the class we own
No one to teach their young
No one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one will let us grow
No one, no one

I don’t have a whole lot here, but I can make it work
You see, it has nothing to do with us and everything to do with them
We try, we try so hard. Does anybody care about us?
I didn’t think so

Strings

Baltimore

Salute to all COVID-19 victims and Healthcare Staff.

Artwork by Stefan Keller  •  Deutschland / Germany

Angels

"A pilgrimage is a journey, often into an unknown or foreign place, where a person goes in search of new or expanded meaning about the self, others, nature, or a higher good, through the experience. It can lead to a personal transformation, after which the pilgrim returns to their daily life."

the artwork is by the American painter Esao Andrews

Pilgrimage

https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/keep-the-streets-empty-for-me

Silent Tide

Artwork by Gerd Altmann  •  Freiburg/Deutschland

Blurry

Conquering and ruling cultures often oppress those they dominate. The oppressed, and those with less power, will always eventually seek justice, representation, and equal power from their subjugators. Those whose culture have been vilified, repressed, and appropriated can regain their power and love by learning about their past, choosing and identifying their cultural heroes for themselves, and restoring their appreciation and celebrations for their ancestors.  

May this song encourage an honest look into your past, acknowledging both the shadow and the light, appreciating the beauty of what was and is, and learning from accomplishments and mistakes to continue our evolution in becoming better co-creators with the planet.

I used some of a bass stem Alpha Roots sent me to make Red Earth Clay and I used the rest of the stem to make Sow Your Seeds. I have one unused bass and drum stem from Alpha Roots that I will make an old school hip hop song with and I may remix his original Hosanna bass stem one day to make a new reggae song. I may also ask Russ if I can make a version of Da Weed using Alpha Roots’ stems one day. After that, I may be complete unless I get gifted some Alpha Roots stems to play with. 

Huge thanks to Chiefo who set the original tone of this song which gave me inspiration for  the lyrics. Big ups to Fady, bit zone, and Lady of Fire Poetry for joining in on this project and adding their collective vibe. Massive thanks to Wou-Wou & the Wormling for keeping the track on skank with his rhythm guitar and for providing us with his incredible art work - commission him for some work y’all!!! And massive thanks to Russell and the Chaos Cookhouse for mixing and mastering these stems into the huge dubbed out joint that it is. Hit Russ up for his mixing and mastering services now!!!

Alpha Roots : Bass
https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots 
Chiefo: Synths
https://soundcloud.com/jonahjohn
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Rhythm Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
Fady: Keys
https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz
bitzone: Drums and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone 
Lady of Fire Poetry: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals 
musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Mixed at the Chaos Cookhouse
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
Art by Wou-Wou & the Wormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.com

Lyrics:

Know your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 
Rock your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 

Get to know your roots and your culture
Who you be now 
Know your history now 
So you can see now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now
Hey ey ey
Hey ey ey 

Gonna build on that which went before I 
Try and build on that which went before I 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my
 Destiny with suppression and lies 
Deny that my ancestors were wise 
Revise my story with your wicked eyes  so others will despise 
And overlook the great civilizations that my people built 
Likewise likewise likewise

Unaware of history your destined to repeat it 
Only hear deceitful stories and we’re likely to concede to it 
Take away the leaders from our culture to unseat it 
Take away our dreams from our spirit to defeat it 
Replace dem with your poor role models and everyone believes in it 
Replace dem with your hopelessness and everyone perceives it 
But Jah lion shines bright in us and we only need to see it 
Jah lion is shining bright in us and all we need to do is reveal it

Sow Your Seeds

Alpha Roots, Chiefo, Fady, bitzone, Lady of Fire Poetry, Wou-Wou, Russ & CK - Sow Your Seeds

Hear Me Out

Rainbow -  - Output - Stereo Out

As You Are

MIDNIGHT HOUR
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 1988/2015/2020 AB Music

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU SAY THERE'S NO LAW
IN THIS HOUR, YOU GO ALONE

CHANGING YOUR NAME, IT'S NOT REALY YOU
AND IN THIS HOUR, YOU'LL MAKE, YOU'LL PAY
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN

THE KIDS ARE ALL SHOUTING, PLAYGROUNDS A SONG
CATCHING THE COLDNESS, I'M ALL ALONE

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU'RE UNDER THE LAW
IT'S IN THIS HOUR, YOU ARE ALONE
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN
(break)
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE

Another  World

MIDNIGHT HOUR

Please welcome to join Syntaleta community on www.patreon.com/syntaleta
Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

A Secret Door

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Nie wieder! - Never again!

Nie Wieder! - Never Again! (Lyrics in English in the Intro)

Better Days

Welcome to my immersive world !

Thanks for listening

As You Are

Steve Maranda