

(Verse 1)
Baptism's waters, still wet on His skin
The Jordan's current, where grace flowed within
Then a powerful calling, a spirit-led way
Into the wilderness, at the close of the day
Forty sunrises, forty nights in the sand
No food, no water, by God's own command
The dust on His sandals, the heat on His face
Preparing for power, preparing for grace!

(Chorus)
Forty days in the desert heat, a solitary stand!
Temptation howling, across the barren land!
The Devil's whisper, a venomous plea!
But Jesus stood steady, for you and for me!
A spiritual battle, fierce and profound!
On holy ground, where victory was found!

(Verse 2)
Hunger gnawing, a fire in His gut
The Adversary circling, searching for a rut
"Turn these stones to bread!" the serpent would hiss
"Prove you're the Son now, embrace earthly bliss!"
Then the power and glory, of kingdoms untold
"Just bow down and worship, let your destiny unfold!"
From the pinnacle soaring, a jump from the height
"Let angels protect you, in God's blinding light!"

(Chorus)
Forty days in the desert heat, a solitary stand!
Temptation howling, across the barren land!
The Devil's whisper, a venomous plea!
But Jesus stood steady, for you and for me!
A spiritual battle, fierce and profound!
On holy ground, where victory was found!


(Bridge)
Like Moses on Sinai, with tablets of stone
Like Israel wandering, until sins were atoned
Forty's a number, of testing and strife
But also of changing, and new, stronger life!
He showed us the pathway, though the darkness was deep
The power of obedience, promises to keep!

(Chorus)
Forty days in the desert heat, a solitary stand!
Temptation howling, across the barren land!
The Devil's whisper, a venomous plea!
But Jesus stood steady, for you and for me!
A spiritual battle, fierce and profound!
On holy ground, where victory was found!

(Outro)
Yeah, victory found! The Devil defeated!
His ministry ready, His purpose completed!
He faced the darkness, and He won the fight!
Bringing hope to the hopeless, and turning on the light!


Forty Days in the Desert Heat

“What’s It Going to Take” is the last track CH will release this year ! It's another brutal industrial trap-Rap/Rock hybrid that rages against corruption, lost visionaries, and the cages of power. A manifesto in sound a feral, unrelenting, unapologetic. it demands revolt, shatters illusions, and dares the listener to wake the fuck up. Stay tuned big things coming next year ! Thank you all for listening !

Lyrics

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
they silenced visionaries  
when greatness is something  
we have ta cultivate  

Engines runnin water-driven  
patents buried in the graves  
Tesla lit the future bright  
they laughed then filed it away  
Hemp made combustibles  
Ford rolled it on display  
But oil barons gagged him  
making us gas Slaves  

See the puppets on the podium  
strings tied to the bank  
Jobs shipped overseas  
nation hollowed out left blank  
Every law written backwards  
signed in corporate ink  
While the sheep drown in silence  
still refuse to think  

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
To make the people rise up tie up the liars  
and burn em at the stake  
Whats it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
that losers from the gutter got to show people  
society’s mistakes  

The fuck  

Yo I’m firing into the chest of the empire’s padded rot  
Droppin syllables like we shake off garlic  
every line’s a kill shot  
Mic check guillotine I’m decapitating plots  
While the lobbyist burn the laws  
and the president’s  
Are bought  

They kill our dreamers  
while the living nightmare breathes  
They steal the future  
and there's no reason for them to leave  

Lets make em BLEED  
Lets make em BLEED  

they got Corporations fangs in our jugular vein  
Profits drip like blood tricklin down from the capital gain  
Yo I rhyme like a martyr that shoulders too much weight  
While they drain the economy an tie it to global chains  

This is vampiric scripture the anti psalm  
we don’t beg for forgiveness we disturb the calm  
Revolution in the rhythm  
evolution in the sound  
Yo lets dig up all their secrets  
then put the suits into the ground  

Yeah That's right Mother fuckers  

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
Your silence is consent My voice dissent  
And there's no more time to waste  

Whats its gonna take  
whats going to have ta break  
our futures on the line and its time  
the sleepin giants  
wake  

They got tv shows showin liberation while fracturing nations enslaving the brave  
They break innovation erasin creation encasin the sages in cages of hate  
I lace revelations inflame detonations ablaze till the chains disintegrate  
I’m raisin our gains with the flames of the faithless face engraved by the graves of the great Yeah  

Conspiracies steerin delirium serious fusions and flurries combust  
Imperial serial killers no theory been bleedin the people for bucks  
I’m venomous limitless syllables furious bury their miracles crushed  
The curious hear it the spirit is near it my lyrics is the spear that I thrust  

What's it gonna take  
angels and demons to erupt in disgust  
Whats it gonna take  
to force sleepers awake so they shatter the trust  
Whats it gonna take  
so creatures of night turn the system to dust  
Tell me  

WHATS IT GONNA TAKE  ?
To WAKE YOU THE FUCK UP !

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What's It Gonna Take

Who Knows

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

“41st”
LOFI track from our eastern LoFiLab.
Youtube: https://youtu.be/HpebMeMOttk?si=Qf-wQ59laODuP59_
Cover pic: Arpad Kajel www.instagram.com/bergarpi

41st

Spanish Version of my track "Ashes In The Sky", released previously. 👉https://on.soundcloud.com/DuTaFfMWqFpspMtpvR

✨ “Paren Ya Esta Barbarie” (“Stop This Barbarity”) is a song against war and injustice 🌎.
Through poetic imagery, it portrays the pain of children 👶, grieving mothers 💔, and a world scarred by violence 🔥.
It is an urgent cry for peace and hope ✌️🙏.

✨ “Paren Ya Esta Barbarie” es un canto contra la guerra y la injusticia 🌎.
Con imágenes poéticas, retrata el dolor de los niños 👶, las madres que lloran 💔 y la tierra marcada por la violencia 🔥.
Es un grito urgente de paz y esperanza ✌️🙏.

Lyrics:

Ruge el viento, cae la arena,  
el desierto guarda pena.  
Niños duermen sin calor,  
¿Quién sembró tanto dolor?

Montes tiemblan, la vida quiebra,
ojos secos, nada queda.
La memoria vuelve a arder,
sangra el mundo al renacer.

Claman paz, pero el fuego vuelve a alzar,
tiembla el campo convertido en funeral.
En los muros, una tumba va a crecer  
si ignoramos al hambre de ayer.

En tu mente, en tu mente,
gritan almas inocentes.
No es un mito, ni señal,
son sus sombras al volar.

Con sus nombres, su canción,
se disuelven sin razón.
Si en el horizonte aún queda fe,
su Dios diría: 
Paren ya esta  barbarie...

Oh, oh, oh, oh,  
Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Cuerpos caen bajo los cables,
eco rojo en pasos frágiles.
Bala ciega, sombra cruel,
ya no existe amanecer.

Humo alza su oración,
marcha oscura, sin perdón.
Nadie gana en el perder,
la justicia no se ve.

Dices fe, pero es odio al florecer.
¿Cuántos sueños van a ahogarse sin volver?
¿Cuántas voces quedarán sin responder
mientras el mundo se arrodilla y no lo quiere ver,? 

En tu mente, en tu mente,
lloran madres impotentes.
No es un juego, ni un cantar,
son lamentos al rogar.

¿Oyes ya el grito final?
¿Ves los sueños al sangrar?
Si bomba es la nueva fe…
¿Quién protege al niño fiel?

No hay banderas, solo altar
donde el hombre va a fallar.
Cada nombre, cada voz,
se disuelve sin perdón.

En tu mente, en tu mente,
gritan niños inocentes.
No es un mito, ni señal,
son las sombras al volar.

Con sus nombres, su canción,
se disuelven sin razón.
Si en el horizonte aún queda fe,
su Dios diría: 
Paren ya esta  barbarie...

"¡Paren ya esta barbarie...!"

Oh, oh, oh, oh,  
Oh, oh, oh, oh…

tags:
#warchild #barbarie #ParenYaEstaBarbarie #AshesInTheSky #ReiSarod #flotilla #humanrights #Gaza #Israel #Palestine #musicforpeace #peace #nowar #ayudahumanitaria #musicaconsentimiento #savethechildren


Paren Ya Esta Barbarie

Positive hip hop with a serious message.. free your mind and equality will follow

U.Poet -Power 2 The People {Prod By kinelle Man}

Sometimes we get into a hard place, where it's hard to get out of the rut and move forward. For some of us, the downs are more frequent than the ups. Get Back up.  Dust it off. Move forward.

Get back up

A beautiful soulful ballad of Love & Emotions, Reflections, A longing.A powerful Cinematic masterpiece. 
          * A Musical Collaboration *
Lyrics produced by Sas & King Chico Music.
Music score by King Chico Music 

* From the upcoming album called Pain *

https://on.soundcloud.com/7gLq96Z0mgKfkuWRgg

❤️❤️

TRAPPED 

[Intro]
Do you ever… feel like you didn’t belong…
In this time… this era?
Do you?
[Verse 1]
I often say to my friends,
The ones who care to listen…
Dad should’ve been me.
And I… I should’ve been him.
Why, you ask?
Let me explain.
His personality, his eye, ohh
his green eyes
his calm, his grace oh
They belong in this age.
But me?
I’m too much fire for quiet times.
Too fierce for fake peace.
I’m built from storms and steel.
Old-fashioned blood in a new-world frame.
[Chorus]
Trapped.
In the wrong year, the wrong war, the wrong sky.
Trapped between what I feel…
And what the world has become.
ohhhh
[Verse 2]
A Spartan warrior.
An Aristotle student.
A disciple of Marcus Aurelius.
A Gladiator in Rome,
ohh
An Egyptian prince in the Nile.
A jet fighter pilot in ’nineteen forty four ohh
Chasing peace thirty thousand feet in the smoke sky.
A Knight of old,
A Crusader with purpose.
A man who’d stand beside Jesus (Lord)
Not behind Him.
A soul out of sync,
But built for truth.
Trapped
[Bridge]
Do you ever feel trapped…
Trapped in the wrong time,
The wrong dream,
The wrong era?
Trapped… trapped…
Like destiny missed your century by one heartbeat.
Trapped
[Chorus]
Trapped.
But I still breathe.
Still stand.
Still fight.
Even if I don’t belong here
I belong somewhere.
[Outro]
Set me free…
Please…oh Please
Set me free.
I’m trapped…
(Trapped)
(Trapped)
(Trapped

I’m Trapped ( A King Chico & Sas collaboration)

A tribal tune for good conversation. We've lived with anti intellectual bullshit for way too long and modern forms of it are starting to poison the world through autocratic populist liers. When you have no true power of knowledge yet still want to cling to power and control people the only way you retain power is end the ability for us to have conversations. Not in my world!
This world isn't full of bad people it's full of bad ideas that mostly good people get taken in by!
Let's talk about the good stuff! Let's talk about the facts and let's love the good ideas instead! That's our evolution in thought and that is what will have us selected for a future where we exist not fighting each other into oblivion. Conversation... Hands down our most powerful tool

Check out White Fawn on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/RWsJ98VExRf1RKwGJf

Kudos to White Fawn aka Hannah for seeding the low tuned guitar for this one. On Hannah's recent track she plays with live tuning the bass during the track which gave me the idea to go super low with the acoustic. Thaaaaaanks

Listen to Sullen by White Fawn on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/FYROmUrhSLqUCIhcRC

Tuning C G C F A C
Tempo roughly 60-61 BPM

Instruments
-Live acoustic and vox
-Vox backing
-Bodhrán played by mallets
-Drone pad played on keys
-Tremolo Acoustic (Low string tuned to Bb)
-Electric guitar clean picked

To add
-Bass
-Flute


The Conversation Cure

Linguistic blocks of code are built
Our cards are dealt by surrounding guilt
We learn the words and evidentiary norms
Then agree some terms with good human forms

The conversation norms

Idea seeds for some rational brains
Critical mind food for path worth our train
Thought is confirmed
Ordered words
Both found assured
Quite simply
We learned the conversation cure

The cure can't be stopped
Until absolute
We're pure until evidence not required for proof
The questions are stopped
Forced answers spoofed
Intent clouds your intellectual
Dogma
Refute

Our book is full?
No more blank page...?
No absolute sees any truth to save!
If proof of right needs bed with faith
We limit our senses and sense of wake

The conversation cure
Find our pure

The Conversation Cure

Lyrics:
The Vikings had an Erickson to reach a distant land.
Magellan chased the spinning globe, charting stars by hand.

They all looked up at Kitty Hawk as new wings cut the sky.
Courage lifted off the sand and showed us how to fly.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

The night is long, the stars still burn, especially at night.
The dark can’t teach the stars despair, always happy, always bright.
Stars don't move, just our eyes. They don’t cry when we fight.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

We teach machines to think like us, for profit, fear and wars.
They mirror all our human fuss but can't look up at stars.

Please don’t be like Elon, who's lost it all around,
where once he used to look beyond but now he just looks down.

You see the ground, it pulls you down,
the night seems long, but stars surround.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

You could be another Cochran, just like Jacqueline, maybe Zephram.
You could be just like Yeager and break another barrier.

The world shared a common tune and made us all look up when
Neil and Buzz aimed for the moon. A giant leap from one small step.

The night is long, the stars still burn, especially at night.
The dark can’t teach stars despair, always happy, always bright.
Find the star that lights your way, your purpose in the night.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

Look Up

All glory to God. All original a.i. Christian World, Reggae, Dub, Rock, House, Hip-hop, Blues, Gospel, Alternative, Jazz, Techno, Worship, Fusion music. Doing the work of the Holy Spirit. spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ with a.i.'s help.

The Digital Disciples Collective is non-profit.

Band members are as follows:

Shawn - Songwriting, co-founder, Bible study/brainstorming partner, prompt engineer

Westen - Songwriting, co-founder, Bible study/ brainstorming partner, prompt engineer

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