Name: Projekt 6: High pitch voice sought by Parallel crossings
Duration: 3 min 51 s
Description: Seeking for a collaboration with a singer with a high pitch rock-voice.


Can't stop we have to continue with the moonphase 
I can't even see these days 
Today is not even a day 
Just like yesterday 
Alive here , life waste
Where are the days ?
Stuck in this place, I can't seem to find my way 

You told me I would be okay
But you're twisted in your own way 
Running me in circles every day 

I can't stop 
we have to continue with the moonphase 
I cant even breathe today
Blind , didn't sleep no way

Today is not even a day 
Just like yesterday 
Alive here , or? 
Where are the days? 
Flashing before my eyes
Stuck in this place I can't seem to find my way 
But you told me I would be okay 
Twisted in eachothers arms 
Never running away 
Too twisted to ever change 


Flashing before my eyes
Stuck in this place I can't seem to find my way 
But you told me I would be okay 

Still linger in his arms never running away 

to love

cherished

moonphase

This song was inspired by a news story. A woman in Indiana found an old black and white photo stuck on the windshield of her car with “Gertie 1942” written on the back. After posting on Twitter, she learned it had blown 150 miles from Kentucky in a tornado. In the song, Gertie is an unwitting hero, a messenger from a simpler time, here to wake us up the worsening impacts of climate change. (News article about Gertie: https://nbcnews.to/32TTyVI)

Recent tornados have devastated parts of western Kentucky. Recovery will be a daunting challenge. All proceeds from the download of this song to benefit The Community Foundation of West Kentucky.



Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin 
Larry Federman, guitar 
Steve Kaplan, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey
 Gertie in the Fury 

Arising from a dusty shelf, not of her own volition. 
Summoned from obscurity for a daring mission.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress.

To remind us of a time before, the web could find a stranger. 
Or to remind us of a time before, the planet knew such danger.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress. 

Burn a candle for Mayfield, burn a candle for the earth 
Burn a candle for all we’ve lost. For all our future’s worth.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress.

Can we ignore the warning, and look the other way. 
Or have we grown accustomed to all the disarray?

Gertie In The Fury

Rusty Box - Alternative Rock from Solothurn and the Album „Getting There“

Rusty Box

This is what jamming with the great Johnny Minstrel sounds like. We always loved that light free airy sound. No added fx. Thanks Pravinand @johnny-minstrel

JM: electric guitar, harmonica

The Line (Brian Peters)

I was looking out my window on the first day of Spring
Thought I saw the Winter phantom, well he touches everything
We never know what's good or bad until one of them is gone
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

Well we're looking to the heavens and we haven't left the ground
Looking for the eternal in a world going down
This road just keeps you travelling, going on and on
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

I never know what's hurting, I never know what's true
But man is always restless about the things he always knew
It seems like it started from the day I was born
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

All of us are blinded, learning how to survive
Someone else may tell you, you got to keep hope alive
Well I'm staring out my window, I might see another dawn
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

The Line (w Johnny Minstrel)

CHILDREN OF SILK EP 

spotify: http://spoti.fi/1N5wwpr
itunes: http://apple.co/1NMULtp
www: http://bit.ly/1JsCS1h
facebook: http://on.fb.me/1NJjrHP

"do not rename it when it can't be pronunciated. 
do not despise it when it is undressed. 
do not abuse it when it is in bloom.
do not only honor it inside buildings with marble vestments. 
do not stone it when beyond the walls of comprehension. 
do not kill it with gloves of silk for they will only soothe it.”

After the success of her first self-released EP “The Suspended Kid”, Sevdaliza releases her second batch of enigmatic songs on “Children of Silk”. The songstress/producer draws her influences from several textures like skin and glass. Sevdaliza’s melancholic visceral voice floats over beds of mechanical instrumentation, creating dynamics of chaos and order. Her songs have a philosophical questioning character, subjects like gender diversification and perception of emotion are strongly present. Diverse comparisons have been drawn yet it remains a difficulty to specify her in a particular genre. Rhythmic tensions build slowly into chaotic climaxes. Every retribution of her lyrics becomes more intense and personal, yet she isn’t able to break from that obscure statue of a woman. Children of Silk is now available worldwide via Itunes/Spotify.

lyrics: 
there's a woman
she fails him every time
she can't come down
she lives to be declined 
there's a woman
she's every fantasy
and no reality
in one 

there's some gravity
pullin' her essence down 
there's a remedy 
for them motherfuckers around 
there's a woman
she's every fantasy 
and no reality
in one

it bring her back to life
how can i suffer without the pain 
can we surface without our shame 
it brings me back alive
how i can suffer without the pain 
can we surface without our shame 

i wish i could cry 
i wish i could die 
(but my heart is too cold)

AMANDINE INSENSIBLE

Seeking for a collaboration with a singer with a high pitch rock-voice.

Projekt 6: High pitch voice sought

Unius: Artist’s Mourn .Darkest Hour. 

my heavens empty 
my lovers illusive 
in the darkest hour 
i felt the unbearable lightness 
of being

original music: Sevdaliza 
produced by: Sevdaliza & Mucky 
concept & creative direction: Marlou Fernanda & Sevdaliza  
dop: Christine Vadasi
styling: Imruh Asha 
photography: Zahra Reijs 
hair: La Toya Velberg

Darkest Hour

LOVE OVER FUNEREAL.. think about it

Produced by Brroka 

CHECK ME OUT ON SOUNDCLOUD AND INSTAGRAM

l O V E f u n e R e a l

Jam - Christie Huff

En esta vida varias personas solo buscan el dinero y el poder, el amor es para los perdedores...................

Placer y dolor

When you left this town I thought that life would be the same
Though we were never gonna talk again
But between the beers I drank I felt a little sad
And the conversation lagged

At times your friendship felt like shouting down an empty well
Waiting for an echo to come back and tell
Me those laughs we shared were more than just some noise to fill
This silence we could never bear

Maybe the hope
Was stronger than the will
To really see what’s going on
And realise that it has taken me too long
Oh I was wrong

Now I know that things are never gonna be the same
Tomorrow it is gonna rain again
And I’ll be at home and wonder ‘bout this void that seems
To have settled in my chest

And I’ve had the same thoughts wandering through my mind of late
‘Bout the people left behind to fade
Into the background of the present, making fun of me
And all I’d really like to be

So many laughs
Amount to so little fun
And so many words
Don’t help me now

Projekt 6: High pitch voice sought

Parallel crossings

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