Belissimissimo!!! Questi cori sono fantastici, sono reali o si tratta della libreria segreta che non sono mai riuscito a trovare?

Your Love Is My Drug 8bit - “you have to let me go”

A lofi chill hop groove painted with laid-back guitar interludes and mellow textures. This track feels like summer afternoons spent sketching colors on the pavement—nostalgic, carefree, and effortlessly relaxed. Perfect for background vibes while studying, daydreaming, or simply slowing down.

🎧 Let the guitar carry you through simple moments made beautiful.

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Symphonic Dances - 2. Snowprints of a New Beginning | for Wind Symphony Orchestra (Work in Progress)

Artist Name
Polvojack
Additional Artists
Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
199800760013
Release Date
Oct. 31, 2025
Primary Genre
Classical
Secondary Genre
Classical
Primary Subgenre
Contemporary
Secondary Subgenre
Orchestral
Mood/Style
Mood: Virtuoso
Album Language
English
Artist Location
Canada

Ending Colors

age     gap                                                             (dating vampires)

Putting the ah and the o no in moonlight sonata (11-7-25 demo mix)

slight improvement to acoustic draft.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two Acoustic Draft (Level Tweaking)

Written for my brother. A true story of addiction, love, and the ache that never fades. 

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission

♥️♥️The Weight Of Gold - In Loving Memory Of My Brother ♥️♥️

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Winter Night.

​La nostra arte inizia con la creazione di una Progressione Iniziale, un'ossatura armonica e melodica, pura ed essenziale, ispirata alle grandi epoche della musica classica e alle sonorità che hanno definito il panorama artistico dagli anni '80 a ritroso. Questa progressione è il nostro punto zero, il cuore pulsante e atemporale di ogni opera.

Utilizziamo questa struttura fondamentale per esplorarla in tutte le sue potenzialità:
Variazioni Timbriche: Trasformiamo la Progresione in brani completi, orchestrali o cameristici.
Dinamiche di Genere: La interpretiamo con sensibilità diverse, talvolta fedele alla sua anima classica, talvolta con audaci influenze moderne, jazz o cinematografiche.

The Chronos Project invita l'ascoltatore non solo ad ascoltare la musica, ma a percepire l'evoluzione del tempo e dell'arte: dall'idea pura e grezza (la Progresione) fino alla sua espressione finale, ricca e complessa (la Canzone).

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