Love this piano driven tune! Great production! Congratulations! 🎊

melodies were dope asf! i liked the cover art.  beat was unique.

song sounds uplifting from the sounds yet the lyrics are the opposite

Very dramatic song love the haunting sounds

Save Me from Myself - very cool track and love the mood the song gives.

Damn Good Tunes

Ain't Messed Up

I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 
(My mind ain’t working okay)
I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think I confuse you.


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone


Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn you got it all wrong
Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into writings
In case you still need reminding

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
 
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me)
Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me) 
 
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall 2021

Ain't Messed Up

Save Me from Myself

Hey, if you don't know now... will you ever?

iTunes

Impact

All parts by Robert Grigg with inspiration from our Lord God!
https://youtu.be/s1xDAcgg9Nw?si=WHdluoX7f79IvU9-

A Better Way

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

Bit of a disclaimer... I can't speak or understand Spanish, I just Google translated my lyrics until it sounded alright. So apologies if it's all total nonsense. Just basically for a bit of a laugh and to mix it up a bit because I was playing a nylon string guitar.


LYRICS 

Caminando en sombras del amanecer,
el viento susurra lo que fue ayer,
mis pasos vacíos no tienen control,
la luz se esconde tras el farol,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Las estrellas caen en su prisión,
brillan un segundo, luego son dolor,
la noche se traga cada emoción,
grita el silencio sin redención,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Promesas rotas flotan en el mar,
sin rumbo fijo, sin un hogar,
el alma tiembla sin dirección,
perdida en su propia confusión
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Translation (Google)

Walking in the shadows of dawn,
the wind whispers what was yesterday,
my empty steps have no control,
the light hides behind the lantern,
the black sky will never see the sun.

The stars fall into their prison,
they shine for a second, then they are pain,
the night swallows every emotion,
the silence screams without redemption,
the black sky will never see the sun.

Broken promises float in the sea,
without a fixed course, without a home,
the soul trembles without direction,
lost in its own confusion
the black sky will never see the sun.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
The black sky will never see the sun.

El cielo negro

the piece  is almost polyrhythmic 
uses as a riff a 7-note rhythmic pattern x-x-xx-x-x-x taken from african drums
this gives 3 bars of 4 which seems assymetric when repeated
deep in the mix there is also the pulse of 4 bars of 3

seven on twelve

Caving In (Studio Version) – Eileen Noise
A raw dark-grunge track, heavy and distorted, carrying all the weight of frustration and chaos. This is the full-band version, born to sound rough, loud, and unapologetic.

But sometimes, when the noise fades, the song reveals a different face…
👉 Watch the brand-new Unplugged version of “Caving In” now on YouTube: 
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🖤 Two sides of the same breakdown. Which one speaks to you?

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Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

[Verse]
The mirror cracks
I don’t even flinch
Shadows crawl where the light won’t pinch
My head’s a cage
No lock
No key
Who’s this ghost that’s haunting me

[Prechorus]
I scream at the silence
It just laughs back

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

[Verse 2]
The clock spins slow
Then stops dead cold
Minutes feel like years I’ve sold
Rain falls inside
The roof won’t hold
My soul feels rusted
My heart’s been sold

[Prechorus]
I claw at the surface
But it crumbles away
[guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

Caving in

Caving in (feat. Sophie)

Translation above
Paroles (lyrics) : Myckaël Marcovic
Musique (music) : Denis Caouette https://soundcloud.com/user-491321443
Chant (vocals) : Marie-Christine Tremblay et Denis Caouette
Denis Caouette : musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

Ce texte qui s'inscrit dans le mouvement Metoo (qui n'est pas mi-rien) est un hymne déclaré à l'indépendance des femmes. La musique de Denis Caouette, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.

This song, which is part of the MeToo movement (which is no small thing), is a declaration of women's independence. Denis Caouette's slightly rock-inspired music is lightened by wind instruments reminiscent of the glory days of the band Chicago.

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Suis les saisons, suis la rivière
Qui chante et danse dans son lit
Se riant des vaines colères

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Essaie de suivre ce nuage
Qui a toujours la même envie
De caresser des paysages

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

 Refrain : On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Regarde encore dans ton miroir
Pour y retrouver l’utopie
Le cœur ardent de mon espoir

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Il te faudra de la patience
Car jamais mon cœur ne frémit
Pour ceux qui manquent d’élégance
  
Refrain : On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté… (ter)        
(SOLO)

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

Refrain final : Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Plein de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire
Nannanananananana !

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW
To Dominique Briand

If you want to know who I am
Follow the seasons, follow the river
That sings and dances in its bed
Laughing at vain anger

If you want to know who I am
Try to follow that cloud
That always has the same desire
To caress the landscape

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Chorus: You can't imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I've always been tied
To the wings of freedom

If you want to know who I am
Look again in your mirror
To find utopia
The burning heart of my hope

If you want to know who I am
You will need patience
For my heart never flutters
For those who lack elegance
  
Chorus: You cannot imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I have always been tied
To the wings of freedom... (ter)        
(SOLO)

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Final chorus: Now you know who I am
Like a boat half in the water, half in the air
Full of unfulfilled dreams
But no port can silence them
Nannanananananana!

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Si tu veux savoir

Hate

God and Jesus

A mid-tempo indie rock journey through the hazy landscape of the past. This is a song about how we revisit old moments, and how they shift and change with every telling as they travel through the dust of time. The lyrics explore how nostalgia can be both comforting and deceptive, but ultimately they are about accepting the binding aspects of the past and letting go, whilst embracing the beauty of the human experience and finding solace in the present.

Dust Off My Face

... a climb out of old patterns and into something clearer.

Elevating

im incredibly seamless since I was a fetus, I’m a numerical genius and my genital is a penis I’m sentimental with my sneezes and temperamental with my nieces.  my flows so cool it freezes.  Jesus.  I live on a bench in the back of a van with a yak and a clam and have map of the land of this thing we call hip hop, I cryp walk on tik tok then lip lock a fed fock got a lead foot and a red tush from lying in bed mush in my head pushing a hen in a bush then pretending to blush I’m never ending and nuts I use my pen and my guts to give a pendulum push to the Benjamin’s gentlemen look an Adrenalin rush, listen to zeppelin and Russ and there’s no one I trust I don’t give a fuck and I want to give up.  your fun to fill up with cum and your dumb and I’m smarter than Einstein, they call me the fried guy im on two different timelines.  Mandela effecter with a gorilla named hecter he stole from the zoo and acts as his protector.  Got a rotary phone upholsteries foam and most of these hoes just don’t know me no mo.  I can rhyme slowwwwwwww-mmmmooooo to keep the game in a chokehold 
then speed it up caus I am the goat yo.  master Mc mastering chi, removing my chakras in front of master p.  I’m a masterpiece a faster feast than miccy D’s got a dick with grease ready to friggin please.  Got with Pippens piece Larsa while we were both riding Marta to watch the bulls play the hawks California is where I get my weed, I’m a Bieber fiend, a believer, receiver, and I love to watch glee.  my Apple Watch gleams, your a tadpole at sea hopelessly floating and to blind to see you got a disease it’s called being wack, I seep so much ink I’m peeing black.  the mic? I need it back stop leaving tracks I’m a thieve on wax stealing the beat, charging a tax, departing from lax, farting in first class with Jack Harlow and fergie watching omeabas borrow and merging like adidas thirsting for loose sluts with cute butts to shoot up with goo just do what I do you’ll be fine and get laid too, we will kill both and afterwards we’ll make stew out of there corpses, I don’t reveal my sources, I am what happens when two opposing forces mash together in a flash  Im a diamond flying in lightning to Epstein island to jet ski and find men and friggin delight them when I serve them your ass a balloon with a tight stem I’m speaking of your rectum, Chester? I protect him and if he ran for mayor I would fucking elect him.  im sucking electric from a fucking diametric concentric pathetic generic kid who’s names eric, he smells like a ferret and talks like a Parrot.  so tell your parents we’re running some errands we’re philip and Terrance 2022 with plenty of guns and tools running the fucking fools into the ground that is under the bus that is under the sun with an elephants tusk sprinkled on my mind for good luck my names Charles not barkley or gnarls barfing up Carl’s Jr in the car and tending bar black astronaut to the stars all the scars on the way up are enough to make me throw up but I keep going growing and knowing I’m Edgar Allen Poe mixed with snow and I’m blowing bubbles at you your in rubbles the stew will now have 3 corpses caus I’m counting you.

Chakra Flow Ft. ai12DIE

Leise rieselt der Putz

Leise rieselt es in meinem Kopf
während es von oben in das Stübchen tropft 
Ich weiß es ist
hier nie ganz dicht
Und wenn die Decke Risse kriegt
wenn sich alles immer wieder nach unten schiebt
dann beug ich mich
während die Zeit zerbricht

Leise rieselt leider
was sich tief in mir verbreitet 
Es lief noch seither
bisschen schief doch weiter
Nieselt und verschneit mehr
jeden Tag wird es lauter
und es bleibt da weitausweiter
als das Blau vom Wetter
Leise rieselts weiter
und das fiese daran bleibt ja
dass alles hier scheitert
daran dass man nie frei war
wie ein Vogelfreier der gefangen ist im Seither
und noch lang dagegen meutert 
dass die Welt viel zu klein war
viel zu klein war

Leise rieselt es in meinem Kopf
während es von oben in das Stübchen tropft 
Ich weiß es ist
hier nie ganz dicht
Von oben fühlt sich’s an
als käme unten nichts an
als würde alles zerbröseln was zerbröseln kann
Die letzte Schicht
zersetzt in sich

Leise rieselt leider
was sich tief in mir verbreitet 
Es lief noch seither
bisschen schief doch weiter
Nieselt und verschneit mehr
jeden Tag wird es lauter
und es bleibt da weitausweiter
als das Blau vom Wetter
Leise rieselts weiter
und das fiese daran bleibt ja
dass alles hier scheitert
daran dass man nie frei war
wie ein Vogelfreier der gefangen ist im Seither
und noch lang dagegen meutert 
dass die Welt viel zu klein war

Leise rieselt‘s weiter
ganz fies unverzeihbar
Leise rieselt’s weiter in mich rein
dann lass ich’s halt so sein
dann lass ich’s halt so sein

Leise rieselt leider
was sich tief in mir verbreitet 
Es lief noch seither
bisschen schief doch weiter
Nieselt und verschneit mehr
jeden Tag wird es lauter
und es bleibt da weitausweiter
als das Blau vom Wetter
Leise rieselts weiter
und das fiese daran bleibt ja
dass alles hier scheitert
daran dass man nie frei war
wie ein Vogelfreier der gefangen ist im Seither
und noch lang dagegen meutert 
dass die Welt viel zu klein war


Leise rieselt der Putz

Inspired in part by waterfalls in the Columbia River Gorge, Pacific Northwest, USA.

Jerred Seveyka: rhythm guitar
Bret Tobalske: lead guitar, doumbek

Decompression Stop

Cascade

Nü-Grunge indie band from the Deep South. (?)
We started out making soundtracks but degenerated into this.
May shift between genres but keep being trash fore thy pleashure.
Keep it no further than 2008.

PS: Don't pitch AI crap to us >8(

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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Save Me from Myself

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