Passion Of The Heist [ UMBRELLA DUAL SUSPENSE MIX ]

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LYRICS:
Yeah yeah yeah yea-ah
Woa-a-ah, Woa-a-ah, Woa-a-ah

I been grinding grinding grinding yeah I’m going crazy
And your bitch hit me up guess she fucking with
A-a-ah (yeah) a-a-a-ah 
A-a-ah (yeah) a-a-a-ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I been on my grind on my grind on my grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I been on my grind on my grind on my grind

Gotta focus on what matters let go of the past
Can’t meet a new love get distracted I’m gone crash
Yeah we keep moving it fast
I can’t slow down
Like the numbers on the dash convert to money now
The days are clouded gotta make it sunny now
And I don’t see our growth
Yeah it’s better if we split I don’t see us go
Gotta save my boat
Cuz if I try to save you then we sinking both

Woa-a-ah, Woa-a-ah

I been grinding grinding grinding yeah I’m going crazy
And your bitch hit me up guess she fucking with
A-a-ah (yeah) a-a-a-ah 
A-a-ah (yeah) a-a-a-ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I been on my grind on my grind on my grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I been on my grind on my grind on my grind

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

distractions r exhausting to deal with

distractions r exhausting to deal with (Slowed)

Plunge pool, it's hard to get out of this without looking a fool.
When your mouth drools, as you lean slightly forward, and your tryna keep your cool.
It's a new school, of thought that makes you wonder how you ever made it through. 
With no cool, somehow made it through. 

Moon baloon, the sky feels close as you float up like a loon.
Singing old tunes, is there nothing left to plunder so you wonder if the moon.
Is just a sand dune, creeping ever onward through a forest full of coons.
Oh an old tune, somehow you make do. 

A third gallon, when you haven't got the money you drink anything you can.
It's hard to change, man, a can of black Oranjeboom fell into your hand.
Oh your fading tan, your laziness creeping back into your plans.
Need a hand fan, somehow you made it through. 

Fast clocks, dig into your shoulders as you fly over the rocks.
In a red smock, laying on a cart as the soldiers run amok.
Giving no shock, you hardly even notice any horrors that you watch. 
It's all ad hoc; but some stuff made it through.


New School

Love Wins

How should I know you?
By the bruises on my neck
But I still love you
Cos it's all that we have left

I've hidden my black eyes
Still feel those Chinese burns
One more of your Glasgow kisses
I don't even feel it hurt

Oh, you hate me and you throw your stones
Hit me with sticks
And break my bones
It's the only thing I've ever known
But love wins, love wins (x2)

There's a tale they used to tell
As young men marched to glory
Speak to them on their return
They'll tell a different story
It would cause much less fuss 
If we could make them more like us
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori

Oh, pin a ribbon on his chest
Close the casket ,lay him to rest
And just in case you forget
Love wins, love wins (x2)

I guess I just don't recognise
How you have made me civilized
Bloody sun in bloody skies
Pro patria mori

It should come as no surprise
It all unfolds before your eyes
The earth first screams
And then it dies
You never saw the warning

So go ahead and make your plans
The results are never in your hands
A game that you don't understand
Love wins, love wins (x2)

By the left, 2, 3, 4
Hut, 2,3,4
Present arms 2,3,4
Fire 2,3,4

Love Wins by These Guitars Say Sorry

Written: 2021-22
Duration: 20'
Video: https://youtu.be/X107ODtr54s
for SATB choir (3 choir members each playing a single crotale or Tingshas) and instrumental sextet (flute [doubling alto flute], clarinet, violin, cello, percussion [vibraphone, concert bass drum, four concert tom-toms, large tam-tam, medium suspended cymbal, medium and small triangles, Mark tree, medium and large wood blocks], and piano).
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: https://billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?cPath=103_137&main_page=product_info&products_id=4349
For More Information, Text, and Perusal Score: https://robertpaterson.com/listen

PROGRAM NOTE
Most people want to be heard and want to be loved, and we are usually better at talking than listening. We are often so immersed in ourselves that we not only forget to listen to others in a meaningful, effective way but also to the world around us. With that in mind, Listen is about listening to each other and the world around us more deeply, especially concerning our environment. In that sense, this piece could have been titled “Deep Listening,” but since this work is meant to be more a call to action than an alliteration of a musical concept, I felt that Listen was a more appropriate title. Listen uses a tapestry of quotes from various well-known sources, both ancient and contemporary, that are about or related to the environment. My main goal through this piece is to create a musical call to action, encourage listening, and help to raise awareness about our environment and the natural world around us.

Listen is scored for choir (3 members playing Tingshas or crotales) and chamber ensemble, consisting of a flute, clarinet, violin, cello, percussion, and piano, and was commissioned by and is dedicated to Ember, Deborah Simpkin King, music director, and conductor, in honor of their 25th anniversary.

Listen (for SATB Choir and Chamber Ensemble)

Lyrics: 
Saturday night rock and roll 
on the jelly train
gotta stay on top
so we can tame the game

on a remote trek
to something new
if anything goes wrong
call me
i'm the captain now

on the dance machine
so frickin meme with that jelly roll
freaking on the come up!
getin on that left foot!

Jelly roll

distractions r exhausting to deal with (Slowed)

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