Rebels from the start

Another short piece for solo guitar. This is considered a rondo form piece, with a main theme surrounded by different episodes of material. 

rondo for the sun

The Widow's Death

Because she likes me I’m royalty, 
Black hair entwined across her fingers, slick
Forever trying to stay high and aligned, freezing my prime
Sad storyteller wasn’t good enough 
They hung him there in front of the old folks,
Forever trying to stay safe at the shore,
Licking my sores
I swear…

I won’t dwell at the widow’s death
I won’t dwell at the widow’s death
I won’t dwell at the widow’s death
I won’t dwell 

Privileged ride to be on this seat
Sneaky Feet beware of standing still
Forever trying to stay high and aligned, Freezin' my prime

Written and Recorded by MGN

Widow’s Death

Fit check mamma mia quanto $wag
Mix e master @hoodieindahood

$wag

I don't really live

I'm just on the dumb stage

I learned to shut up

While I'm exploding inside

They look me in the face what I'm thinking

But they will never see the rest

I write sentences like cures

But for you I'm poison

I feel my chest burning every time I'm sincere

And I don't save myself with smiles, I use them as a shield

Every I'm fine is a code

To say that I closed myself

I don't need company

If then I feel empty

Mix e master by @hoodieindahood

Qualcosa di buono

Ecco la traduzione in inglese del tuo testo, mantenendo lo stile originale e il tono da trap/rap:

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I run fast, so sorry if I never hit the brakes
I see darkness in the eyes I never face
Got two phones off
but my thoughts online
And a voice in my head that tells me: go, it’s time

I go in circles, but no real crew
Those who say “I feel you” never knew the real you
I write bars like blades, you don’t feel the sting
But they hit you deep like certain things

My life’s on a beat, you can’t drain my energy
There’s night in my eyes, I don’t wanna leave this scene
She says I’m distant but I don’t really care
You can’t touch my heart, it’s locked inside the stereo there

I make bitches wet, every day’s fashion week
Everything made in my chill
She wants my dindin
But I just popped a pill
We’ll fuck inside your dreams still

Everything made in my chill
Now I trap, I asked for a bad b
Took her straight into my dreams
Now she fell in love, and all she says is yes to me

Mix e master @hoodieindahood

FASHION WEEK

You’re holding a couple hundred billion transistors right now. Yes, you. You with the smartphone in your hand. That’s possible because -- surprise -- transistors are only a few nanometers in size now. A size so small, that description means nothing to you, right? Well here’s something: what if transistors and all other things we engineer are only going to get smaller from here? And what if that entire process began a shockingly short time ago, in a specific place, and changed the entire world faster than anybody realized it was happening? On this week’s episode of The Cracked Podcast, Alex Schmidt is joined by author Simon Winchester. His latest book is ‘The Perfectionists: How Precision Engineers Created The Modern World’, and he &amp; Alex will explore exactly that. They’ll also get into why 1776 should be famous for more than the American Revolution, why Eli Whitney should be famous for being a con man, how the Hubble Space Telescope got itself contact lenses, and more shocking tales of precision changing the entire world overnight. Footnotes: http://www.cracked.com/podcast/how-few-precision-engineers-invented-your-entire-life/

How A Few Precision Engineers Invented Your Entire Life

I'm a guitarist, violinist, and songwriter. Also a "singer." I'm classically trained but I have a passion for rock and punk/metal as well. There will be many more tunes to come so keep an eye out!

rondo for the sun

StevenLM