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Melhor que ontem pior que amanhã sempre✨💜

This is my first course — freshly prepped for the floor. Not a revival, but a renewal. I made these tracks this past week, not for the world, but for my own hands behind the decks. After Jouer and its breakout moment with “Knuck, Rock, Scrubb & Connect,” I went quiet. Now, with a new residency and a deeper sense of self, I’m plating sound the way I want it to be served.

HOOCHIE KEWCHIE (LYRIC LE'SON EDIT)

FIGHT (LYRIC LE'SON W/BRYZZY)

T-SHIRT (BRYZZY EDIT)

YEARNIN' (LYRIC LE'SON EDIT)

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Why'd you only call me when you're high? (Ukulele cover)

from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6cB_elsnUQ&ab_channel=Funni96

EVILMOGUS

The track explores what, if anything, remains when the body dies? The answer is beyond reason and even the strongest faith can only guess. The only certainty our little duo has on this question is that if the little self we fearfully cling to in the face of death is all we have, then we're not really living anyway. That little self palpably dies whenever we let it go and embrace a larger existence, as when we love.

The lyric is a Petrarchan sonnet repeated with variations. In sonata terms the first theme ( in the tonic key) is "In fear of death and out of love with God" which changes key into "In love with death and fear of God and doubt" and back again, a pattern repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the octave of the sonnet works out (ABBBAABBA.) The second theme (in the dominant key) is "In doughty love with love and life and out" which changes key into "Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune" and back again, this second pattern also repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the sestet of the sonnet works out - (CDEEDC. ) The sonnet is repeated with subtle variations and then the two themes, both verbal and musical, are developed before the recapitulation (beginning "In fear of death and out of love with God/ In love with death and fear of God and doubt") resolves with a repeat of the original dominant sestet in the tonic key.
lyrics
In fear of death and out of love with God,
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.

In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers of lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes...
And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.’

In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

And half in death and for the love of God
The death of God all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.

In fear of death and out of love with God,
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.

In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/sonata-in-g-love-and-death

Sonata in G

This track was born from emotional extremes — a collision of shame, isolation, and rebellious energy. I wrote the lyrics during a time of intense self-reflection, blending vulnerability with irony. The production leans into raw textures: distorted bass, industrial rhythms, and layered vocals to convey both inner conflict and catharsis. I aimed to create a sound that feels like a manifesto for outsiders — brutal, but sincere.

Стиль стыд

Pense em nos

Cigarette smoke, night like a shop window,
Expensive problems are my routine.
Winter 2025, but the heat doesn't subside,
Madness in the veins, I'm burning again.


Стою у лифта, эта bitch моя виза
Мы зажигаем, будто нет компромисса.
Damn, you so cold, madam
Damn, you so cold, madam
Damn, you so cold, madam
Ты ледяная, но drama,
От клуба до квартиры, от двери до дивана.


Эти пацаны — plastic, их стиль не продастся,
Gucci на них fake, будто их личный статус.
В бокале лёд тает, но ты не растаешь
Но ты не растаешь


Okay, she a demon but she heavenly,
Yeah, she got that vibe like it’s two thousand  thirteen.
Ты оставила след, будто sharpened blade,
Я тону в тебе, но не хочу escape.


У меня есть cash, но мы любим risk,
Она скинула heels — click, click, click.
Из окна летит её прошлый love,
Включаю трек, это новый thug.
Она говорит: "Let’s die tonight" (Ага),
Но зачем, если можно летать?
Таким, как ты, не нужен crown,
Таким, как ты, не нужен crown.


I ain’t got no heart,
But you got the key to the start.
Я просто живу fast, быть с тобой — это blast,
Сейчас тишина, но я знаю — это last call.
Moscow lights, but I’m lost in L.A.,
Hey, это конец, но я жду тебя, жду тебя.


Стою у лифта, эта bitch моя виза,
Мы зажигаем, будто нет компромисса.
Damn, you so cold, madam
Damn, you so cold, madam
Damn, you so cold, madam
Ты ледяная, но drama,
От клуба до квартиры, от двери до дивана.


Эти пацаны — plastic, их стиль не продастся,
Gucci на них fake, будто их личный статус.
В бокале лёд тает, но ты не растаешь
Но ты не растаешь

Madam (prod. white dior, panika)

Зажигаю blunts — курс беру на космос,
Ты всё ещё здесь? Я уже у орбит.


Я как rocket — в моих veins топливо,
Ты хотел так high? Но тебе не видно.
На мне Dior, но это скафандр,
Я оставлю вас всех где-то в dust, в past.

Луна зовёт — я ей отвечаю: «Welcome»,
Мои demons тоже летят — им здесь тесно.
Я не astronaut, я — космический ковбой,
Моя цель — не вернуться домой.


На луну, на луну — я улетаю,
Здесь так grey — мне нужны neon края.
Ты звонишь, но signal lost,
Я в dark side — тут мой ghost.


Я разбил все clocks — здесь не важно время,
Я пью stars, смешиваю с pain pain pain
Ты просил «вернись» — но я не услышал,
Мой разум в clouds, я free, как wind.

Мои глаза — два eclipse,
Я затмю твой light, когда прилечу.
Это не escape — это новый уровень,
Я не человек — я инопланетный дух.


Земля — это иллюзия,
Я нашёл свой peace в vacuum.
Вы все там внизу — как ants, ants, ants
А я — новый king лунных wastelands.
(x2)


На луну... на луну...
Мне не нужен oxygen — я дышу музыкой.
Если я сгорю — то как meteor,
Но хотя бы bright, не как вы — grey, grey.

На луну (prod. killvibe)

[Припев]
Белая вспышка в my room
I'm looking into your eyes – и я тону в омуте 
January colored eyes 
Да я смотрю как вы тоните 
Смотрю то как она шопится 
Shawty на вид будто школьница 
Второй день в моих глазах бессонница 
Второй день чувство меланхолии 
(hu) 
 
Хочу угнать спорт кар и разложиться в L.A 
Делаем skr едем по трассе под двести 
Она бросила парня зову её бестия 
Но мы никогда не будем вместе 
На ней эти бренды Balensi, Bottega 
На левом плече висит сумка в аптекой 
Улетел с ветром как будто я пепел 
Я навсегда твой любимый рэпер 
(let's go) 
 
На её теле свитер Marni (Yeah) 
На моём теле следы от помады 
Я папаю pilsы меня это мажет 
Hou пишет в лс мне это не важно 

Вспышка в глазах – становиться страшно 
Твоя hou без make upа becomes ugly
Bae fashion модель она носит дизайнер 
Не могу любить тебя мне нужен драйвер 
Наша жизнь как кино только без кинокамер 
Bae я вампир сохрани это в тайне 
Глаза будто марс глаза цвета красный 
Вспышка в моей комнате и всё как в тумане 
Стреляет по heart будто она снайпер 
Cash в моём кармане длинный будто лайнер 
Твой boyfriend не увезёт тебя на Бали 
Ты заслужила ,а не гулять в парке 

Да на ней штаны cargo
Куплю тебе сумку balenciaga 
Я хладнокровный – это не нормально 
Наша любовь это не легально 
 
Белая вспышка в my room
I'm looking into your eyes – я тону в омуте 
January colored eyes 
Я смотрю как вы тоните 
Смотрю то как она шопится 
Shawty на вид будто школьница 
Второй день в моих глазах бессонница 
Второй день чувство меланхолии 
(hu) 

January colored eyes (prod. killvibe)

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A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

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Lyric Le’son, also known as Chef Le’son, is a sound architect and selector rooted in Detroit. A producer with placements on TV shows and through Empire Records, Lyric doesn’t just make music — he plates it. Every edit, every blend, every flip is made with intention, like a dish crafted to move a room, not just fill it.

From underground sets to television syncs, his work bridges the raw pulse of the city with a refined sense of taste. Whether behind the boards or behind the decks, Chef Le’son serves what feels good first.
Booking in Detroit and beyond. Come hungry.

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