“After my last album “Tiny Injuries” was released in 2023, I could feel myself slowly emerging from the dark cave of grief. Some days I would feel more positive and excited about things,  but then other days I would take ten steps back and be right back there. I desperately want to change, to feel okay, and there is also a side of me that wants to hold onto the sadness. Sometimes holding onto the sadness of loss is the only thing that keeps that person around,  and I struggle with the fear of forgetting them. All the songs on "Good Times for a Change" feel like meditations on being somewhere in between the willingness to let go, and the desire to hold on... a time capsule of the internal dialogue I have with myself everyday.”  
 
xo Tamar

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Good Times for a Change

A relaxing instrumental with a gentle groove; featuring piano, drums, bass, synth, strings, and guitars.

Song for Emma

Song For Emma

we all know why

Video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=484U5K-mi24

This piece represents a sonic journey of introspection and renewal, inspired by moments of burnout and the desperate need for respite.

Close your eyes and let the music carry you away. 

Experience the gentle sway of the tide, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and the whispers of the sea breeze. Dive into a world where reality blurs with hallucinations, where the boundary between dreams and waking life dissolves

"Oceanic Fever" is a reminder to pause, to breathe, and to find beauty in moments of stillness.

Oceanic Fever

Sidetracked

Croque

Book of Change

Good Impression

That's Not a Lie

Chicago

I Don't Mind

island of nowhere

Alcune note esplicative:
-English version below-

Questa danza trae ispirazione da un manoscritto databile abbastanza precisamente in un periodo compreso tra il tardo Neolitico e il Luglio 1750. 
La pergamena sulla quale è stato vergato era incorporata nella rilegatura di un volume di epoca successiva che raccoglie diverse ricette di cucina a base di cinghiale. 
La provenienza del volume sembra essere legata a un monaco cuciniere dell'ormai estinto ordine dei Frati Trigliceridi di San Circonflesso, una congregazione di cui si conoscono poche evidenze storiche.

Da un’attenta analisi del metro musicale e dei pochi appunti coreutici — che purtroppo risultano in gran parte indecifrabili, eccetto per alcuni passaggi scritti con quella che sembra essere salsa di pomodoro — si evince che i danzatori di questa singolare danza dovessero possedere un numero dispari di arti, una caratteristica che, sebbene non del tutto chiara, sembra fosse una condizione fondamentale per la corretta esecuzione della coreografia.

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Some background notes:

This dance is inspired by a manuscript that can be dated quite precisely to a period somewhere between the late Neolithic and July 1750.
The parchment on which it was written was incorporated into the binding of a later volume, which collects various recipes for cooking wild boar.
The origin of the volume seems to be linked to a monk-cook from the now-extinct order of the Triglycerides Friars of Saint Circumflex, a congregation about which few historical records exist.

From a careful analysis of the musical meter and the few choreographic notes — which unfortunately remain mostly undecipherable, except for some sections written in what appears to be tomato sauce — it can be deduced that the dancers performing this peculiar dance were required to possess an odd number of limbs, a characteristic which, while not entirely clear, seems to have been a fundamental condition for the correct execution of the choreography.

Giga

Talking Head 

Big brain burn out, borrowed threads                                  Big suit burn down, stay in bed                                  Loquacious lies to live instead                                    
Leave me alone                                                                                   
House on fire, speak in tongues
King’s Lead Hat, I shall wear one
Like a Woolf in the water when the writing’s done
Got me a pocket full of stones

And now you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                         
I listen and I dread                                                         
So much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                  
You’re such a talking head                                           
I should have stayed in school you know                   
But I didn’t like the things they said                            
All that talk, talk, talk, talk, talk  
blah, blah, blah                                                                                                                          
Louis 16 and his Habsburg Queen
Had a date with the guillotine
They could not stop the great machine
A friend they could not phone

Fight fire with fire, sell off your sons
There’s a psycho killer inside every one
Hey David Blue, I think I’m jealous of you
Let me feel your flesh and bone

And they talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
The living and the dead
I swallow every sound I hear
I need new clothes cause I’m overfed
Let’s sell our souls to the radio
Who needs poets, we can dance instead
Too much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                          
Blah, blah, blah



Bridge– Woa…. take me to your leader                                                    
              Squeeze my mind with your fascist rhyme                                          
              I’ll keep my spastic space and metre                                               
              Drop me in the water                                                                
              Sinking to the bottom of the bowl 
    
              Heads are gonna roll                                                                     

And I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Still sleeping when I leave my bed
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I guess I’m just another talking head
From the profound to the profane, the inane, the insane
Pray at the altar where these words are bled
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Blah, blah,blah





Talking Head

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Tamar Berk is a songwriter, producer, and multi-instrumentalist who crafts emotionally raw indie rock and power-pop gems. Her songs dig into identity, nostalgia, and self-reflection—wrapped in catchy melodies and lo-fi sparkle. Her fifth studio album ocd drops September 5, with the first single and video out August 8.

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