Off the liquor speaking cursive 
But it doesn’t stop all the hurting 
You make me feel like a different person
Looking at love through a curtain
Waking up has turned into a burden
All of leytons songs became sermons
When we talk i can’t get a word in
Knife in my back and your hands slowly turn it

Love, what i’d do to get back, but i don’t even know if you can say it’s what we had
Now i’m smoking ciggs and i’m emptying the pack, raising up a bottle till my vision turning black
Trust, yeah that’s something that’s been gone, ever since i couldn’t kick the shit that i was on,
Now he’s holding you until the break of dawn, Gave me all your trust and all i did was do you wrong

Got me looking at the past now
Wanna turn it off idk how 
This type of shit makes me crash out
All the things you said echo so loud
I can’t even look at my reflection
No real attempts of correction
My eyes are burned with you message
And I’m not worthy of affection but your actions leave me stressing

Love, what i’d do to get back, but i don’t even know if you can say it’s what we had
Now i’m smoking ciggs and i’m emptying the pack, raising up a bottle till my vision turning black
Trust, yeah that’s something that’s been gone, ever since i couldn’t kick the shit that i was on,
Now he’s holding you until the break of dawn, Gave me all your trust and all i did was do you wrong
Love, what i’d do to get back, but i don’t even know if you can say it’s what we had
Now i’m smoking ciggs and i’m emptying the pack, raising up a bottle till my vision turning black
Trust, yeah that’s something that’s been gone, ever since i couldn’t kick the shit that i was on,
Now he’s holding you until the break of dawn, Gave me all your trust and all i did was do you wrong

something that's been gone

First recorded in July 2021.
From the album Spuk1.

This song was where it all began for me on here. The first time I tried to write anything serious. 
It's a song about me, and a couple of old drinking friends. About youth, drinking too much, and the sheer bloody waste of it all.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? 
But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?

Oh, these are the days, and this is your life.
Oh, these are your days, and this is your life.

Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could have turned into a somebody.

Oh, these are the days, and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.


Who is sat with Little Miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out, never falling to sleep 

Oh, these are your days, and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

(excerpt from 'Howl' by Allen Ginsberg)

Howl At Nowt [2024 Remaster]

Letting You Go (Prod. VALXR)

Image by Ri_Ya
https://pixabay.com/de/users/ri_ya-12911237/

Thanks for sharing this beautiful picture !

Kanon in D Dur

better mastering on this i thought just don't play on an old? iPad lool

roygabiv FFs 11.11

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Fuerte Y Dulce

LYRICS (Lennon/McCartney)

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been.
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window.
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie,
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.
No one comes near.
Look at him working.
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby,
Died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie,
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No one was saved.

All the lonely people. (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people. (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby [The Beatles Cover]

I sometimes miss when things were more simple

idk
Lyrics here:

Fuckin shii
Bitches only think 
smooth about death 
Yeah unforgiven

Living life
Always right
Living life
Always right

All these bitches wanna xanns
Wanna xans
I don t know,
they don t give afuck about price 
Omg 

Fifty ($) in my hands
I will never grow up 
When I was eleven
Wanna get a clout
Fuckin clout, nah

It was just the nightmare
Waitin over edge 
Tell me for what
For what? 


Fuckin shii
Bitches only think 
smooth about death 
Yeah unforgiven

Bitches only think 
smooth about death 
Yeah unforgiven

unforgiven (prod. by SPHYNX)

Dante

Summary of “The Entertainment of Pain”
This lyric is a poetic indictment of how modern music industries commodify genuine suffering—turning emotional pain into packaged entertainment. It exposes the transformation of the voice from vessel of truth to instrument of performance, and challenges systems that prioritize vocal acrobatics over meaningful testimony.
The piece unfolds in layers:
Verses highlight how artists are pressured to polish their trauma for commercial appeal.
The chorus reframes pain not as a trend, but as historical evidence—refusing spectacle.
Bridge reflects on what’s lost when message is replaced by melody.
In the Hip-Hop cut, sharp rhymes and cultural nods (Sam Cooke, Nina Simone, Gil Scott-Heron) reclaim the mic as resistance, not trend.
Both versions close with a strong affirmation: this isn't entertainment—it’s survival art.
This lyric isn’t just music—it’s a moral confrontation. It asks: What happens when healing is choreographed? When truth is trimmed for applause? And it answers: Resistance lives in the unsanitized voice.

Letting You Go (Prod. VALXR)

i_am_wizard

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