Falling Through The Cracks

By-the-numbers-160-bpm
@ipg1 - Vocals and Lyrics IPG1
TMS: Music, Mix, Mastering and cover
@user777114915 : MJ-Brewer - Bass

Originally, this song was going to be an instrumental since I only had the bass riff. However, after my buddy TexMex Shaman added the drum beat and guitar we sent it to IPG1 to listen and maybe come up with some lyrics. I am sure glad we did. I love the lyrics and how it turned out. Peace!

Lyrics:
I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy
life is never duty free —-there really —-is no certainty
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty’s the enemy ——revise the current policy

Let’s Pool our talents together ——and move forward in a big way
the difference between giant steps and ———-Child’s play
night and day —-the price we pay
it’s gotta be—-what the people want —-not what the politicians says
—-I’m not a biblical man—-a man of principle—-I am
I believe in good and evil —and that energy is divine
Is it a chance or a miracle ——of being who I am ———
who’ll guide and protect you
Too many gods to kneel to ——
So many beliefs to cling to——what’s true?
who do you have to save you
Is the miracle within you —-clever but ————truth——-ful
God work is never done —-we’re never in ———-ne——utral
These are life’s lesson————enter the teacher ———exit the pupil

take my blessings when I can———-my lessons——- from who I am
This divine spark of energy ———is it chaos——or life‘s plan
Is faith—the path ——or journey—-taken by anyone who can
no good or evil theory just the fact that I am is all I need to guide me
————no spoken word or prophecy
The challenge ——just to stay free—- victory over enemies
The past is all history—wars—-brutality—- blasphemy
the suffering —-the agony—-the cruelty—-the tragedy

Chorus

I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy
life is never duty free —-there really is no certainty
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty's the eneymy--revise the current policy

BytheNumbers-w/ IPG1 and TexMex Shaman

On the way to Valinor

Ma grande construction des pyramides est de retour!

Oasis

Oasis🎧

LET IT GO

RRR&BLUESPOP...RITHMSROCKRAPAND...the piece is long but what should I exclude? 

YES OR NOT

High up in the north of Ireland once lived a giant; Fionn mac Cumhaill was his name. His castle was perched on the steepest cliff on the coast and its tower was so high that it tickled the clouds on his belly. For the giant, however, it was only three steps over the cliffs down to the water, and even when a storm raged, the foaming surf did not reach beyond his shoulders.

Fionn led a quiet life with his beloved wife Oonagh: Early in the morning he went hunting, during the day he looked after his cattle and in the evening he ate a delicious meal prepared by Oonah by the fire. Occasionally, however, when the sun tickled his beard too warmly or the rain pattered so heavily that even his giant head felt the drops, he felt like arguing. Fionn needed someone with whom he could measure his strength. But there was no one in the whole country who dared to do so, and that annoyed Fionn immensely. What good was it for a man to be the strongest guy in the country if he didn't have anyone who wanted to fight him?

One mild evening, Fionn had had enough of this misery. He stepped outside his castle, raised his voice and shouted so loudly that even the sound of the sea fell silent: "Am I surrounded by nothing but cowardly clucking chickens and worms crawling pathetically on their bellies?  Where are you, warrior, who dares to fight an honest battle with me? Dare to come out of your hole in the ground and stand up to fight Fionn McCumhaill!"

And what the giant had not expected happened: he received an answer!"You call me a pathetic crawling worm, Fionn McCumhaill? Ha! The worm is you, and if you open your mouth any wider, I'll crush you under my thumbnail and throw your guts to the whales!" It was Benandonner, Fionn's Scottish neighbor, whom he sometimes saw walking on the cliffs beyond. Benandonner's words enraged Fionn even more. Did that fellow over there really think he was stronger than Fionn? Furious, he hurled an insult back at him and in no time at all a huge argument was underway.

Giant's Causeway

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02 The Emo Texas Shuffle

Past Future 80's

Borrowed Time

I start this new album with better sound by means of one of my more beloved and evolved songs ever, a structured piece with progressing parts.

LETRA   /   TRANSLATED LYRICS:

BIEN, MAL (LLUVIA VIEJA)    /   WELL, BADLY (OLD RAIN)

Sí, no, ¿por qué no?   /   Yes, no, why not? 
estoy pensando que esto no es lo mejor.   /   I am thinkinkg this is not the best.
Bien, mal, ¿tú qué tal?   /   Well, badly, what about you?
de repente me he puesto a pensar.   /   Suddenly I have started to think.

El tiempo esparcido entre mis amigos   /   Time scattered among my friends
 es el más valioso cuando estoy contigo.   /   is the most valuable one when I am with you
Los ratos vividos estando contigo   /   Moments lived being with you
 son reconfortantes cuando estoy perdido.   /   are comforting when I feel lost. 
Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos,   /   I must search for them among my friends
tengo que encontrarlos, pero ya se han ido todos.   /   I must find them, but they are all gone already.

Fumando   /   Smoking 
tras los cristales   /   behind the windows
mojados de lluvia vieja.   /   wet with old rain
Recuerdos   /   Memories
 que me llevan flotando   /   carry me floating
 a estar con ella.   /   to be with her

Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos.   /   I must search for them among my friends

Tú, yo, ¿qué sé yo?   /   You, me, what do I know?
está lloviendo pero tengo calor.   /   It is raining but I feel hot
Qué, quién, ¡mírame!   /   What, who, look at me !
soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.   /   I am still who you started do love

Soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.  /   I am still who you started do love

ER13PB01 ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Prickle prick cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Bien, mal (Lluvia vieja)

Memories fade, good memories fade slower
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxjOxJsNTP_FNL052wo-9xA

Falling Through The Cracks

The Fading Affect