construction on 20240315
vocals by indii/wildsilences

Hydrasynth
prophet-6
nordwave2
novation peak
waldof iridium
tb3
moog dfam for synthcongas
zendelay
ssf ultrakick for Bassdrum
pamela workout
XAOC odessa/XAOC koszalin/maths/quadVCA/quadra/blinds/WMD/perfMixer
Generate3
Z5000
FXAid
Gainsburg
EvansEchopet
EventideSpace
EventideTimeFactor
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Ableton11/Behringer Wing

AlfredEfusion(Torpedo Version)

A ma fille Lisa.

Composed and performed by Julien Vescovi

Her innocence

Her Innocence (piano version)

Lyrics

Verse
in the garden there’s a man 
who sits on his hands
watching the world go by
he’s innocent of all things
except maybe guilt 
that he hasn’t done enough or even tried

he’s closed his eyes so he didn’t see a thing 
but if you ask him he’ll probably just lie

talk is cheap and you buy heaps with your two cents
no real opinion you just sit on the fence
commenting breathlessly you’re just making noise
your words have no meaning your voice is annoying

a woman on this train is lost in a game
trying to get the squares to line up
she’s washed her hands 
so her conscience is clean 
and anyway she’s reached her stop
   
she’s blocked her ears so she didn’t hear a thing, 
and if you ask her she won’t bother replying.

Garden

rest

https://soundcloud.com/user-434699157 and Me are Glitchy dot Phong

Glitchy dot Phong - Oreo

11I3I14

Upland

Absolute zero

vayovoorth_01

This is my debut album i hope you all enjoy im gonna credit all the producers that helped me with this project down below hope you all enjoy.

Producers-
Prod Peril
Prod swmr
Prod grayskies
Prod Manolo
Prod QUITAII

Composer, Lennon Jamison

Artist, Ghostyy5k

sunset fever

Pain, Naruto Speech X Welcome And Goodbye

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.

Garden

the failed states