i must say...you know how to start songs.  that was part lawnmower, part dentist and part slippery fine guitar.

In Photographs Demo

Guitar/Vocals/Synth - Anthony Terlizzi

Written, recorded, and produced by Anthony Terlizzi

Mastered by Aaron Hyzen at Nothing But Air Studio.
http://nothing-but-air.com



Lyrics:

Every night when the lights get bright
Walk the streets in harmony
And I know, we'll grow
The leaves are green everywhere we go
Blinds down, for now

Waves coming one by one
No time to think at all
Run down, small town
Blurry vision but I know my way
Stay close to home

Misty mountains in the distance
Hanging on 'til we get strong
I can't expect the world to turn
If all my dreams were yours to keep

Misty Mountains

Wait For The Morning

Terror Bird-Lives in Slow Motion (Demo Version)

Life Included

keep the hope...

YouTube: https://youtu.be/s2dlanDXZ2k?si=C3CVoDw_uYa8Jo9p
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見えざる者 / invisible hand
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まるで夜が明けてゆくかのように
熱狂は冷めて
誰一人いなくなるのだろう
廃墟を残して

苛立ちは　不甲斐なさゆえ
悲しみは　溝の深さゆえ
無限ループに組み込まれたなら
万策尽きてしまう

見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ
見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ

それなりの試行錯誤
せまられる思考停止
どこかで　聴いたことのある　誘い文句

誰だって憤るさ
誰だって泣き崩れるさ
大切に育てた日々を
目の前で爆破されれば

見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ
見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ

まるで夜が明けてゆくかのように
熱狂は冷めて
誰一人いなくなるのだろう
廃墟を残して

苛立ちは　不甲斐なさゆえ
悲しみは　溝の深さゆえ
無限ループに組み込まれたなら
万策尽きてしまう

見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ
見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ
見えざる者の手が　欲望に穢された今は
密かに　風の記憶を　待つ

AppleMusic

見えざる者 / invisible hand

I Wanna Be Sedated - missybard + Habibass

Missybard & Habibass song Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated"

Malinalli  

Saw him standing on a mountain in Mexico 
after we met some years ago
with him there
was our child in a babysling
here`s the story that I sing 
for her:

I was born, early on a day
Tlaloc seemed to drown the earth with rain 
from the sky

around my tiny neck was coiled
the umbilical cord, the midwife took
for a sign

from Quetzalcoatl, god in form
of a wriggling snake I was born
The winged serpent that unites
the concept of the earth and the skies

The day my memory set in 
she looked at me and smiled 
her enfolding love had been 
my shield as a small child

Man was made from maïze of white and gold 
In a heartbeat dawn of life unfolds
you`re the gift
in my myth
of creation that I bear
in my womb, in the wound
of a nation that we share

They reached the waters of our shore
on vessels we`d never seen before
they brought

sixteen horses - beautiful,
godlike creatures, towering tall
on board

Of my childhood I`d been deprived
forced to leave my home when I was five
It tore my heart my mother gave
me away to strangers as a slave

I tried to fit in perfectly 
wherever I was sent
I`d turned fifteen before the day 
they first set foot on land

Coloured glass beads 
were traded in for gold 
In our heartbeats
history unfolds

In his eyes
I saw the demise
of our people and the fall
of our sites,
temples and rites,
all we believe in after all

The many allies that we made 
on our way, sealed our fate 
Along a path of blood they shed 
forcibly, they moved ahead
my gift of language made him strong 
I put the words like weapons on my tongue

We won great fame then 
He wore my name when 
I talked for peace and war 
negotiating
trying to persuade them
I even spoke of their saviour

to Tenochtitlán they were drawn 
it seemed the battle
had only just begun

Man was made from blood and powdered bone 
shaped and sharpened like obsidian stone
The skill of speech
that I had reached
was a blessing and a curse
I had no choice
but to be the voice
in his story, mine went unheard

Me abrió un nuevo mundo aun así
Me abrió un nuevo mundo aun así
Mi amor por el conquistador era 
atracción y fatalidad desesperada
Me abrió un nuevo mundo 
en que yo fui
única y casi libre



iphone voice memo kitchen demo recording

This is rather a story put in a song. 
The woman in the story is "Malinalli", "Malintzin" or "La Malinche", a probably Aztec woman born around 1505. 
She was the interpreter, slave and lover of Hernán Cortés, who conquererd Mexico in 1519. Without her, he would have never been able to put his plans into practice. She remains controversial in Mexican history to this day.

Malinalli

Naramata Nights

from the album, "nothing ever happens here", by the Burnettes
available at the usual fake record stores.

all my time

This Used To Be Fun

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