wow you first to inflex coreck on the name wrecktion

okay dad, now who's being cringe now. maybe  we should rethink our names. dope work Supreme!

MARCH 25 - Mixed by Jack Holston, who also contributed some guitar. 

LYRIC* (Check below for a bit of background on this lyric)

You’re headed home
From where who knows
You check the mail
And get clean clothes
Then off again
Don’t leave a note
Who’d come by to read it
And smile at what you wrote?

You’ve seas to sail
And paths to trek
Take out your phone for one last check
Then power down
And stow it well

Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself 
Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself
You yourself alone in a wide world
Narrowing in scope
You are your own best hope

The money men
Femme fatale
Annoying brats
Unworthy pals
The off leash cur
And feral stray
One or another
Comes across your path each day

One day a god
Met with a god
Who knew a god
Who knew a god
A joke was made
All hell broke loose

Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself
Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself

So let’s hear your excuses
Loser that wins
Beggar that chooses
Let’s hear your excuses

One day a god met with a god….

*NOTE
I wrote this song in either late 2017 or late 2018. When writing it, I had no idea where the story aspects came from. In June 2018, the news came that Anthony Bourdain had committed suicide. I had only discovered his programs a couple years before his death, and had become a huge fan. I asked myself - was I somehow thinking of Bourdain when I wrote the lyric? Not that there's any aspect that would speak to his eventual death. But something about his constant travel, the openness to other cultures, the concern for humanity. And both his love of lie and a certain world weariness. Anyway. I have no concrete answer. But I myself have a haunted feeling ever since when it comes to this song. One reason why it's taken so long for em to record it....

Sexagenarian I

You Yourself

Madame Blanc - Vocals
Flute & Percussion - Tim Bragg
Guitars - Serge Bardot
Bass - Mario Payet

I Am - Jonny Lang Cover - featuring Madame Blanc

label 4

( για τους επόμενους )
Without foreplay
Fuck the judges
We will go against it!
While the clear ones are spinning,
Their blue ones are twisted and shoved under the court ...
Eternal as groot,
But we still need soil...
Have you ever known here what a riot is, and what it will be...
Octopus after octopus; a cycle of destruction;
"Open your bags, show your hands;
That's the greenie zip,
If we had Islam, we would be armless."

Do not solder this abyss
By big actions,
Hunger cannot be appeased with cereals,
Minds cannot be awakened by corpses,
Now you are on telescopes
under magnifying glasses;
Running under bullets, intrigues of murder - the picture of the century ...
for years in the womb until it bursts.
Bullion Stacks
Bodies in the furnace
Construction sites and traffic jams 
Strings and bits are long
Slim as a
ghettoboy "What's wrong with you"

Steadfast as Zarathustra,
Alex and Abubakar Salim are fused together;
I am from the very origins,
Peoples kneading is thick,
The servants of the narrow are empty in their souls...
Tied to the main flaw of the world
And as luck would have it, it was impossible to choose;
They won't break me or us anyway 
Clans of squalid old freaks,
Bloodthirsty men and women, grandfathers and babies...
ass owners do not share with everyone, only with the guys who warm themselves in their bed.
Anti-Semites and gays
According to the work in the media
About family values,
Turn around bitches! This Sin is also being molded on you.

If there was a god, he would have been resurrected long ago
And bombs wouldn't fly to Odessa...
I've been fucking the system for years,
I'm a veteran here.
Ibuprofen Pallets;
I'm going to the beats again for something...
"..What if the tickets go missing?.."
And we are wrapped in a pool,
Flying from the waterfall
And there are no shoots nearby,
And there's nowhere to drop the anchor,
I am the fifth Avenger since the beginning,
Paranoia guards: "there is a raid everywhere ...",
And So there is little Air,
With me, only maself is next to me..,
There are corpse rows in my head,
They begged for mercy;
Today you are red everywhere, you are not welcome everywhere...
and I would like to serenade my muses in Naples...

The vipers still have their pockets full
Evening, 9 pm, windows are closed, but I'm catching space signals,
Stories arise from the void...
I run when I have the authority,
I'm healing my head with lines,
Who calls where on a sunny day? ..,
I think I'll spend it with my daughters.
A Bedouin in the desert, there are not even two of us..;
I'm building sand castles, everything is new in the morning ...
A couple of exploits count,
I can see right through the Goldfields...
don't forget it's dangerous to be close,
You won't notice and they'll squeeze you.
A relative of Kingston;
Layers of snow ice and mud in me;
The remaining risk is substantial,
Everyone was warned in advance,
".Was it not enough for six in the morning and a handful of faggots
with amazed witnesses?.."
If it weren't for the beats and if it weren't for you..;
Killed so much in yourself..;
And from now on everything is different,
Better get the clip ready,
I wanted to build my own emirate,
I was kind of glad,
But things quickly went downhill,
Jumpcut and again that totalitarian apparatus;
I'm not a collaborator, but there are gods.,
To whom the mic would have passed;
And we will lay a melody of paradise in your ears,
It's not for the labels and it's not for the money.,
The notes are eternal,
Live carelessly,
Don't be the same,
Have a core,
Mon ami,
Take care of the locals,
Feed the poor,
Fight the demons,
Either alone or with those,
Don't run from the shadows,
Tear down the walls!
-
We're from the vagina to the grave 
We fly with the wind of balida...

It wasn't as lucky as Ishmael.
With these waves I have
Obsession, like pe***il's.
Cold as Antarctica in summer;

Rockets, planets, the cult of hunger - what are we talking
about When wars are still going on,
When do people warm instant noodles..?

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Atrapada

Evening Solo

Open Mic Eagle Owes Me A Feature Prod. weird~lil'~flex & pretty~cringe~son

Art: "Icarus 4000" by Karborn
https://karborn.com/
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Aldrig (Swedish):
-Never.

7.Aldrig

BY THIS TIME THIS TRACK WILL HAVE YOU GENTLY FLOATING IN YOUR MIND

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGozP8DxCoU

432HZ RELAX

ATMOSPHERE

3. ATMOSPHERE

Faraway (live demo)

On entend souvent dire qu’à la nuit tombée, il fait nuit noire .... Mais celle-ci est rarement totalement noire. Notre imagination nous laisse voir souvent un paysage nocturne tout en nuances suivant les lieux où nous nous trouvons. 
Sans rentrer trop dans les détails, je vous laisse simplement ici, vous immerger dans cette peinture musicale .... qui peut refléter ce sujet.

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It's often said that when night falls, it's pitch night black .... But it's rarely totally black. Our imaginations often conjure up a night landscape full of nuances, depending on where we are. 
Without going into too much detail, I'll simply leave you here to immerse yourself in this musical painting .... who can reflect this subject

Night Shade ....

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