Great sound and feeling, I really enjoyed this one<3

lyrics and details of sounds  (crows at the end) very touching

great track guys ,  I'm happier listening to the wonderful melodies ,thank you

great tune, do you have guys any videos from gis?

Thanks to that fine member of the human race Kajati for the electric  guitar, bass, synths, voice and arrangement.

Lyrics...


so legs in the air all you plastic chairs
who’s going to sit down now?

i’m sorry to report all you lambs to the slaughter
you’re going to have to take one for the team
although human beings have left the scene
there’s no way to stop the machines

it’s the end of the human race…

in that big hotel rosters go unfilled
and those drinks won’t serve themselves
there’s grass on the floor and moss on the walls
the waldorf’s been thrown to the wolves
 
so float downstream polyethylene 
and find your place amongst the reeds

it’s ok to sing all you whales in the sea
no one’s going to hear your song
the oceans are yours filled with plastic straws
the humans have finally gone

it’s the end of the human race…

End Of The Human Race

Fighting with yourself
Your chaos is held
Face with open eyes
Look towards the light

This path I chose 

I am ok
With your crazy
If you’re ok
With my own ways

To figure you out
Yeah it makes us shout
Truth behind the lie
We can fix your mind

This path I chose 

I am ok
With your crazy
If you’re ok
With my own ways

Bolton born and bread
Kind and fucked in the head
Embrace heart and mind
That’s why we unite

This path I chose 

I am ok
With your crazy
If you’re ok
With my own ways

Lyrics - Lynn Booth-Robinson and Thomas Booth-Robinson 
Music - Thomas Booth-Robinson

© all rights reserved 2024

I Am Ok (With Your Crazy)

Voici la version "soft" du générique que j'ai réalisé pour l'animation et les remises de prix du prochain festival de films courts " Les Moulins d'Or " dont voici le lien : lestontonscadreurs.fr/festival-courts-metrages/ Merci à Christophe Blanchard pour sa confiance renouvelée .
Here is the "soft" version of the light motiv music that I created for the animation and awards ceremony of the next short film festival "Les Moulins d'Or" here is the link: lestontonscadreurs.fr/festival-courts-metrages/ Thanks to Christophe Blanchard for his renewed trust.

Canopée 2 🌱

A character study. A Randy Newman (pre-Toy Story) influenced song.
Lyrics:
I get under your skin
Yeah, that's where I begin
With your sister and your friend
I drove a wedge between you
To create walls
That would just let me be
The center of it all
I get under your skin
You're pretty enough
Oh yeah, I've been here all along
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I get under your skin
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm getting pretty good at this

I was at the playground
I'm on the highway
I'm in your life
I'm into your head
I'm into your mind
I do it all
I leave no fingerprints behind
I'm an asshole
I'm son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born for this!
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born with this?

( a charming and disarming guitar solo)
(Just like some of the charming destructive people you probably know)

I'm an asshole
I'm a son of bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm an asshole

Asshole

Some blues for the afterlife...
From the album "Röckers" (2024)
Lyrics:
I've been drinking lightning caught in a bottle
Smoking smokestack lightning and tar
Tasting poisoned honey from the apiary
Watching documentaries
On the sex lives of Czars

I've been promised enlightenment along my path
Reading ancient manuscripts
The demise of empires
Stepping over the bodies of my rivals

If you're going to the afterlife
Yeah, you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Friends, never take the lowest asking price
When the subject is your human sacrifice
"Spirits, make yourselves seen!"

If you're going to the afterlife
You know that you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Canopic Jar

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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)

Demokratie ist wie ein Flug
Den man gemeinsam wagt
Gemeinsam wagt
(Gemeinsam wagt)
Doch wer sitzt wirklich am Steuer?
Wer hat uns das verschwiegen?
(Hat verschwiegen)

Die Stimme aus dem Äther
Klingt vertraut und doch so fremd
(Doch so fremd)
Schauspieler statt Experten
Das System ist längst verfremdet
(Längst verfremdet)

Vierjahresflug ins Ungewisse
Alle unser Leben ausgeliefert
(Ausgeliefert)
Der Kurs ist längst beschlossen
Die Macht ist transferiert
(Transferiert)

Die Wahrheit bricht durchs Dunkel spät
Die Türen längst verriegelt
(Sind verriegelt)
Das Volk in seiner Ohnmacht
Ist im System versiegelt
(Versiegelt)

Blinde an den Schalthebeln
Der Macht, die uns verblendet
(Uns verblendet)
Ein Land wie dieses Flugzeug
Seinem Schicksal zugewendet

Das große Experiment
Mit unsrer Zukunft hier
(Unsrer Zukunft)
Gefangen in der Höhe
Zwischen Hoffnung und der Gier
(Und der Gier)

Die Zeit wird uns zeigen
Was aus uns allen wird
(Aus uns wird)
Wenn Macht in falschen Händen
Unser aller Schicksal führt
(Schicksal führt)

"Das große Experiment... unserer Demokratie..."  

English Translation:
Democracy is like a flight
That we dare to take together
Dare to take together
(Dare to take together)
But who is really at the helm?
Who has kept this from us?
(Has kept it from us)

The voice from the ether
Sounds familiar and yet so strange
(But so strange)
Actors instead of experts
The system has long since been alienated
(Long since alienated)

Four-year flight into the unknown
All our lives at their mercy
(At their mercy)
The course has long been decided
The power has been transferred
(Transferred)

The truth breaks through the darkness late
The doors have long been bolted
(Are bolted)
The people in their powerlessness
Are sealed in the system
(Are sealed)

Blind men at the levers
Of power, who blind us
(Blind us)
A country like this airplane
Turned to its fate

The great experiment
With our future here
(Our future)
Trapped up here
Between hope and greed
(And greed)

Time will tell
What will become of us all
(What will become of us)
When power in the wrong hands
Controls our destiny
(Controls our destiny)

"The great experiment... of our democracy...”

Das große Experiment

After 10 years of waiting i lately got my first Zappa record shipped to Zwakkonia - and i have to say that neither sheep nor donkeys do dance to that music. So i decided to make something that´s more healthy for the brain and body, called my old band of shepherds together and made something. Hope you like it.

Yocaetjawhisi

I-Kitten Staccato

Crumble Away

System_Aliena_Vol2

written may 2012 by andrew salvner (aka pretzels malone, lil' spaceman)
remix of "realistic lasers of gold" by pretzels malone

the words:
Lil’ spaceman steals your music
Lil’ spaceman’s here to abuse it
Gonna chop it down, loop it and reuse it
Gonna lead us to the promised land 

It’s a looped six seconds of realistic lasers of gold
Remember the song about the girl who didn’t do what she was told
Well, it’s about to get old,
so I’m going to step out quick, before the beat goes cold.

I’ll throw a high five up and then I’ll move it
You gotta move faster....space blaster
Unless your after disaster
Keep your eyes on the master
Talking faster and faster
Preacher preachin’ like a pastor


lil' spaceman steals your music

The Failed States is a creative project based in an aged care facility in the leafy suburb of Wantirna, Melbourne Australia. 

Initially a recreational outlet, allowing residents to express themselves through music, poetry and sitting still, The Failed States has since taken on a life of it own. 

Anguished songs about other residents' grandchildren being too loud at the table tennis table, or laments of lukewarm, semi-set pudding were gradually replaced by powerful pieces about climate change, urban decay, relationship breakdown and stolen dentures.

There are no permanent members of The Failed States, we live on, as age, petty rivalries, and forgetfulness takes us all.

The Failed States tries to perform in the common room on the second Tuesday of every month, after lunch.

End Of The Human Race

the failed states

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