When I was lying on the sofa, this song came to me😊😊🐬🍉🌻🐶💖☕🌈🎵

#NewOriginalSong #allthetime 

[Verse 1]
I didn't notice it, it was on my side
The most important energy in this world
All the time
Even in dirty water, your eyes don't get muddy 
Even if it was about to be robbed, you regained my life

[Chorus]
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't notice it, no sense (for me) to be alive
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't keep you, there's no point in living

[Verse 2]
I forgot what you already have
The most important energy in this world
All the time
Even in a frozen world, you're not afraid of darkness
Even if I’m about to decay, you’ll bring back my power

[Chorus]
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't notice it, no sense (for me) to be alive
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't keep you, there's no point in living

[Outro]
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't notice it, no sense (for me) to be alive
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
Energy that never changes
Energy that shines all the time
If I don't keep you, there's no point in living

All The Time

Broken Pearls

Every year I try to make a little song to commemorate remembrance day in November. The month of August is also historically significant, though.  In August 1914 the massed cartoon insanity of old-world braided huffing and puffing empires slammed into stark reality when over the course of a few days: Germany declared war on Russia, France and Belgium; Britain declared war on Germany; Austria-Hungary declared war on Russia; France and Britain declared war on Austria-Hungary; Japan declared war on Germany; and Austria-Hungary declared war on Belgium. Dear God.

Herbert Burden was one of many young men who decided to do “the right thing” and lied about his age to enlist.  He endured 10 months of fighting, shelling and gas attacks in the front line trenches in France, lost many friends and was himself eventually hospitalised.  On discharge from hospital his battalion received orders to return to the front line.  Herbert went AWOL and was found at a neighbouring regiment where he said he had gone to comfort a friend who had lost a brother in the fighting.  

Herbert became the youngest British soldier to be executed by firing squad for desertion.  

He was seventeen years old, alone, given no defence at his trial, blindfolded, arms tied behind his back, lashed to a post and shot at dawn on 21st July 1915.

God rest his soul.

The picture is of a statue of Herbert which stands at the British National Memorial Arboretum as part of an installation to commemorate the 306 of their own soldiers executed by the British Army during WW1.

I felt this needed to be done raw in one take so please excuse the rough edges.
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Broken Pearls

Come the night, through singing clouds
Of old men crying on war's recall,
Pastel light hits bleeding shrouds
Still defying, backs to wall.
Morphine hymns through organ pipes
Hairs on end, standard unfurled
Shell shock sins 'neath starburst lights
Set to defend their broken pearls.

His mother spoke through spilling tears
God beside, with angel choirs.
He then awoke – pain chilling sears
Deep inside his burning fires.
Camphor dreams through ether prayers
Uniformed boys mustard gas swirls
Just seventeen, mere child's nightmares.
Discarded toy, of broken pearls.

Weeping crows in ¾ time
Belie the crown, lay down to die.
Wreaths below, left countersigned
Head bowed down, blindfolded eyes.
Hot leaded hopes absolve the rich
Salvo thunder suspends our world
On posted ropes slumped heroes twitch
And rent asunder our broken pearls.

Broken Pearls

So juicy and so purple black
Profusion in the mortal stack
Relentless in their silent March
To dominate the universe
With a vengeance few can understand

Dilitants with good intentions
Were enlisted and abetted
The invasion from the Himalayas
Where they landed long ago
From the planet of the purple berry
In a tiny spaceship made of Gold

Sent by cosmic tricksters
With intellect and agendas
Way beyond our comprehension

Now they're in my backyard
Now they're at my door
Razor canes drawn for battle
Like Neolithic Swords

Some say the Cobbler makes it worth the Risk
But I'm not so shore.

Planet of the Purple Berry (Himalayan blackberry)

I don't know what I don't know what to do

I don’t know what I don’t know what to do

Chapter 111 of 266
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TAFFETA | 111

Lyrics, Vocals & art by IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1

Watch the process in action:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6yVuAgZ3P4

Music by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics:
Kick it!!!—
You never know your abilities until you push your limit
don’t know how to handle shit until you knee-deep in it
we all know the struggle but not the keys to the puzzle
Before it starts to pour it always starts to drizzle
when the floodgates open it starts with a trickle
Is Beatz so hot now I’m about to make it sizzle
Feel it when you hear it—-we’ll That’s been my trend
in 321 it’s hip-hop Zen Zen Zen Zen
3——-2———-1—-

we are all hip-hop the melodies the beat
The rhythm on the track that makes you wanna move your feet
combined effects is the sauce and the force
that replenishes our energies and keep us on course
The spirit that inspires this feeling inside of me
to drop another track and set a beat free
the spirit of the music that won’t be denied
that makes you wanna groove even when you’re tired

take a closer look at operational tempo
just an example —-I’ll try to keep it simple
first I choose a topic ——then I add a beat
if the beat is kicking ————sweet
Then listen to the music ——get into the groove
grab my mic —-sound check——- I approve
Match my topic to the beat line by line
listen to the kick—- and then drops my rhymes
Sometimes a freestyle then I played back
eliminate the bullshit and drop a new track
cause idea to action is where I come from
From concept to execution flawlessly done
now turn up the volume we’re about to have fun
Bob your head to the beat —-dumb Diddy dumb dumb
if you’re wearing headphones then turn them up loud
back to back mega tracks just raining from the cloud
i throw a little swagger on each and every verse
when I’m done they all sound rehearsed

Putting out hip-hop to its highest degree
scrutinizing each track for pure quality
started with nothing and creating pure power
something you can count on in the darkest hour
is the spirit of the music that rocks the nation
so listen up closely to my little narration
An addiction to hip-hop is my declaration
my fixation to music is a total education
rapping to the beat is my only salvation
demonstrating my skills can lead to duplication
escalate into emotional frustration
my devotion to the craft spearheads my destinations
when I rock the beat —-it’s my winning combination
That often leads to total devastation ——and then celebration
it’s a private party —-so here’s your invitation
this track submitted for your evaluation
so let’s continue to rock —-for another generation
this is IPG———- one ——of ——-hip-hop‘s creations

We Are All Hip-Hop (IPG1 & Cosmic Keanu)

Known

So In Love W/ UK Man

｢過去生 ~ ALLEGRETTO CITTA' POP」

Concept music for a graphic novel.

Music written, produced, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "The Golden Stairs" (1880) by Edward Burne-Jones. Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

I don’t know what I don’t know what to do

Graham West