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Requiem (feat. The D'Angelo Brothers)

Credits to:
Miguel Kantor
Carlos Vallejos

Lyrics: 
I really wanna say, loves hanging me up
people ask the same questions, I can’t feel the same 

People don’t play my game, I’m a beast without name
Im a ghost heading up against what I believe, what I believe is right for me

I never felt the same, I’m just an ordinary boy whose life is all full shame/shit 
and I, never won a game, take me to the place where all my thought can easily fly away 

people call up my name
i feel a bit insane, I’m not a fool in the rain
people call me up again, a bad reputation is a fucked up situation 

I never felt the same, I’m just an ordinary boy whose life is all full of shame 
and I, never won a game, take me to the place where all my thought can easily fly away 
         

No man as he man (feat. Marlo)

Album orginal por Simon Yriberry grabado y producido @SYSTUDIO.

3:00 AM

Upstream

Supposed To Be (Tom Odell cover)

Himno De La Depresión (feat. Diego Carriquiry)

¿Señal

Entre Tu Y Yo

Todo Va Estar Bien (feat. Fogglia Verde)live @150

“Critic To The Youngkind” is a song that summarizes the main idea of this album, that many of us are lost. I've seen 10-year-old kids smoking cigarettes, I've seen babies using iPads rather than strollers, I've seen couples dating their phones, ignoring their actual presence. We are living in a time where technology has transformed our reality into an artificial network full of synthetic, fake lives. We are living in a time were money and fame are more valuable than reason and purpose, a time where people act according to the “mainstream” and not according to their nature. This track criticises the upcoming generations and all of the flaws that come along with growing up in today's world.

Thanks to Andre Moral, Alessio, Diego Carriquiry.

Critic To The Young Kind

A las seis de la mañana la ciudad se levanta de puntillas y comienza a dar sus primeros pasos. Una fina niebla disuelve el perfil de los objetos y crea como una atmósfera encantada. Las personas que recorren la ciudad a esta hora parece que están hechas de otra sustancia, que pertenecen a un orden de vida fantasmal. Las beatas se arrastran penosamente hasta desaparecer en los pórticos de las iglesias. Los noctámbulos, macerados por la noche, regresan a sus casas envueltos en sus bufandas y en su melancolía. Los basureros inician por la avenida Pardo su paseo siniestro, armados de escobas y de carretas. A esta hora se ve también obreros caminando hacia el tranvía, policías bostezando contra los árboles, canillitas morados de frío, sirvientas sacando los cubos de basura. A esta hora, por último, como a una especie de misteriosa consigna, aparecen los gallinazos sin plumas.

This is a piece I composed based on Julio Ramon Ribeyro's story: "Gallinazos Sin Plumas".

Gallinazos Sin Plumas (Piano Composition)

Critic To The Young Kind EP

Pasan Las Horas (Demo Version)

Credits to Gerardo Cordova, Nicole Muñiz

Granted (feat. Vasquinho)

Got a pill I could tell you about
Better than anything sold on the street

Don’t need water to get it down
Starts in your head, moves down to your feet



And it’s a powerful kick

It’ll knock you down

If you’re not ready for it



And it’s a powerful – high

You might hit your head

On the way to the sky

Tweet retweet me, like and reblog me
Comment, share me, snap me and store me

See me hear me, read me, forget me
Scroll up scroll down, spot and download me

no name yet (demo 1, no mix)

Dreams (Chillwave)

Instrumental track of upcoming song ¨High (Id Be There Too)

Music by Simón Yriberry and Carlos Vallejos

High (I'd Be There Too) Instrumental

Waste DEMO (feat. Mathias Spielvogel)

By Simón Yriberry and Mathias Spielvogel

Puede Ser (Demo Preview)

Una canción de Sunny Grass Sessions

Credits a Carlos Cruzalegui, Lorenzo Tapia, Lorenzo Cuneo, Diego Villar

No hace falta (Live)

Wallpaints

Creditos A Diego Villar, Mark Muente

Buenos tiempos muchachos.

Ay Que Bonito (Live Demo)

Te Esperare (Demo)

Harmony 2

We once had a time
Meet me at The Castro tonight
I held a rose, you held who knows
But that’s fine

And we fell in love, we fell in love
At the John Reed choir
And right there and then
I swore to no end
Swore to never let you go

But love’s got a way of fading away
I never saw you again
I never saw you again

Waiting in line to see Suede play
And we had a time, I wish we could stay
And waiting in line to see Suede play

Mr. Berry

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