The crunch you got on the chords with that droning synth strings, it's really lovely, you create so many different textures blending into each other.You're an amazing producer, it's one thing to write it as it is, but how you got there and all the different sounds you manage to create is what really makes it perfect.

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A pulsing layered rock dirge about being stuck in the eating utensils of giants or unnoticed between the typeset of discarded newspapers. Bat! Bi! Hiru! Lau! We've all been there!

From the album LATITUDE BERA available at https://brittapejic.bandcamp.com/music

Latitude Bera

Between the Tines

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

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LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

***

Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

***

What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

***

Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

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Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

Spring jam (v2) 18 August 2023

06 GMIATLICHKEIT

Oxidise

Dear Winter

Text Me When Home

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  PJ Project

Lyrics:

Hide Hide Hide! I am hiding from you
Don't want you to find me
If you do, I am trapped with you
And you will steal my heart again...

Like an Eagle hunting
watching its prey
You circle above me
And I can't get away...

Run Run Run! You are chasing me
I got nowhere to hide...

Like an Eagle hunting
Watching its prey
You circle above me
 And I can't get away...

Give Give Give! I give into you
I can't keep running anymore..
Realize that i am trapped with you
And you will steal my heart again...

Like an Eagle hunting
Watching its prey
You circle above me
And i can't get away....

Eagle    W/PJ Project

float............................................................ɴαrcoѕιѕ........................................

Sag' o sag' sind's Hallucinationen?
Halt ich dich als Eheweib umspannt?
Zieh'n der Arme Muskelcontractionen
Dich als Gattin an die Thoraxwand?
Ist dies Glück, dies wahrhaft grenzenlose,
Frag' ich skeptisch, ist es wirklich mein?
Keine Stickstoffoxydul-Narkose
Wiegt mein Hirn in süße Träume ein?

Könnt' ich dir, o Holde, demonstriren
Dieses Maximum von Seligkeit!
Willst du darauf hin mich auscultiren,
Sieh', schon liegt das Stethoskop bereit.
Und die Diagnose wird ergeben,
Daß die einst akute Liebe jetzt
Chronisch sich in allen Zellgeweben
Meines Organismus festgesetzt.

Tell me, are they hallucinations?
Do I hold you as a wife?
Do the muscles of your arms pull you
You as a wife to the chest wall?
Is this happiness, this truly boundless happiness?
I ask skeptically, is it really mine?
No nitrogen oxide anesthesia
Lulls my brain into sweet dreams?

Could I demonstrate to you, O fair one
This maximum of bliss!
Will thou thereupon unseat me,
Look, the stethoscope is already ready.
And the diagnosis will reveal
That the once acute love now
Chronic in all the cellular tissues
Of my organism.

Edwin Bormann (1851 - 1912), deutscher Schriftsteller, publizierte auch unter dem Pseudonym Bliemchen

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Tiptoes on the stairs
I can hear it in the hall
Through the old curtains 
And it's climbing down the wall

Where it goes I go with it 
And that is that
Where it goes I go with it 
And that's just that

Dusty twilight
I can feel it in my bones
Lurking in corners
Cause it knows where it belongs

Where it goes I go with it 
And that is that
Where it goes I go with it 
And that's just that

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Where it goes I go with it 
And that is that
Where it goes I go with it 
And that's just that

It has a secret
No one can ever know
Out of the shadows
Always one hell of a show

And it knows I go with it 
Cause that's just that
It's through me it's living it 
And that is that

And it knows I go with it 
Cause that's just that
It's through me it's living it 
And that is that

La la la la la la la feel it in my bones
La la la la la cause it knows where it belongs

La la la la la la la feel it in my bones
La la la la la la la la la la laa

The Trailer

The Waltz

Time

Uneasy (feat. AuDioChosis)

The Unbreakable

Shark (Fixed)

I take my time
I hurry up
I know when I should push
And I know when I should give up

I make myself these promises 
I make myself keep them
I do what I'm supposed to do
I don't know what I did wrong

Oh, I do try
Oh, I do my best
Oh, why am I so flawed?
Oh, what did I do wrong?

These Promises
I make myself
Why do I give up?
Why do I fail?

I don't know what to say
What do I do now?
It's either do or die I see
I can't give up now

These Promises
I make myself
Why do I give up?
Why do I fail?

These Promises (Oh, I do try)
I make myself (Oh, I do my best)
Why do I give up? (Oh, why am I so flawed?)
Why do I fail? (Oh, what did I do wrong?)

I take my time
I hurry up
I know when I should push
And I know when I should give up

Promises

Greetings.  My name is Mike.

I sincerely hope you enjoy what you hear.  Let me know what you think.

Don't forget to follow me on social media.

11/24/2023 - I've decided to cancel my membership and stop updating soundcloud. Not too into it anymore. I'm still fully making music and it will be released everywhere except here.

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