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I Wantcha To Want Me

A new Beginning

Latin inspired trap song with catchy lyrics for fun summertime dancing.

LIKE THAT(Prod. Ayy walker beats)

Blimey Remix!

Through The Stars (instrumental)

G-d can give me what I want
At home, in the. Clouds
Back at the spot
The children scream and the woman rot
But I'm at, where G-d can give me what I want

The prairie is on the ceiling
And the people are smarter than I thought
But if I can pull their heartstrings 
G-d can give me what I want

I've lost myself
I've pulled out all the stops 
They'll charge me with treason
Just give them a reason 
They'll hold her hostage
But G-d will give them what they want
G-d just give them what they want

Meet in the center of the town 
Where there are no walls and less thought 
We can hold hands in the martyr's parking lot
Toast the years that we have lived but really just lost
Sing hallelujah one more time
And then G-d can give me what she  wants

Panacea

One Knew Song

Original composition….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

En Aquellos Tiempos

A remix I've been sitting on for a while. Such a powerful song from an underrated project by an under appreciated band, love to see more people warming up to them.

Starting Over (KAiJUBRiDE REMiX)

Composer: Antoine Guigan

Vocals, Bass, Melodica, Drum Machine and Synth Programming, Production: Antoine Guigan
Wah Wah Bass: Charles-Éric Charrier

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Forbidden Words

Zero Hour

I see the side of the abbey
It's big and bright. Though a bit grey.
You hide something.  What am I missing?
You won't tell me. I stare at this tree.

The buds explode in the same time
The branches grow so suddenly
The tree covers the old abbey
I dive into your eyes slowly

I see the truth. It ain’t pretty
You hide your face with a giant leaf.
I understand. You feel guilty.
You’re not with me. I stare at the tree.

The buds explode in the same time
The branches grow so suddenly
The tree covers the old abbey
I dive into your eyes slowly



The Tree

blood stains

elysium

Buck Ramble at the Picture Show is not just a soundtrack — it is a séance.
A record made of celluloid ghosts, dusty marquees, missing reels, and outlaw sincerity, assembled from the fragments of Ramble’s strangest cinematic years.

Recorded during the decade when the studios didn’t know what to do with him — when he was too serious for comedies, too haunted for hero roles, and too poetic for drive-in westerns — these tracks capture the moment where the legend broke away from the films and became something larger.

Each song on this album was originally written for a different Buck Ramble picture:

some released in compromised form,

some recut for television,

some never screened outside of a single town’s closing night,

and at least one (Hell at High Noon) that survives only as a burned-through print in a county archive.

The music is larger than the movies that held it.
Where the budget ran out, the voice kept going.

This album collects those performances as they were meant to be heard — stripped of studio edits, laugh tracks, narration overdubs, and all the compromises that once buried them. What remains is the sound of a man acting with absolute seriousness inside films that were often collapsing around him, singing to audiences that may never have existed… and meaning every word.

In these songs, we hear:

the romantic outlaw who stole trains just to make love last,

the weary investigator who hunted sins older than the badge itself,

the villain who watched the canyon burn and called it beautiful,

the sheriff in moccasins who treated a comedy like it was scripture.

If the movies couldn’t contain Buck Ramble, the songs did.

Buck Ramble at the Picture Show plays like a lost theater rediscovered in the woods —
one final reel still spinning in the dark,
projecting a man who never stopped believing
that every story — even the broken ones —
deserves a song worth dying for.

The Canyon’s on Fire

Lofoten Isles, Norway
More than 25 years as a rookie on my belt
Making music - in my case - is a creative exercise and something I like to do for recreational purposes, above all.
I love that anyone can take a guitar, their DAW, or whatever. Even just pen and paper, and come up with something special and unique that has never been heard or written.
This opportunity, regardless of experience and talent, to enter a universe and go places no one has set foot before, is magic. 
To draw a parallel to soccer, Im a non-league player, and would get attention for all the wrong reasons if I were thrown into a match with Salah, Haaland and the like. Still, by finding my level I can be part of an amateur team that serves a purpose in a local community, like a social meeting spot for people who like football - or don't - to come together, get into talks through a comment on a situation in the match and such. And you know what's coolest of all? Once in a while, when the sun and moon line up, I`m on a streak with my evening prayers or for some other reason have my day, I make this amazing dribble, then score a spectacular goal, becoming the local hero of the day or something. Those moments happen on all levels. Chances are perhaps even better on lower levels for this dribble to never have been seen before, since amateur football is not as controlled and professionalised as La Liga, Premier League, etc, leaving much more room for experimentation and individual creativity.  
I bet you had a few of those moments yourself, right? Send me a sound file, - soccer being a metaphor after all -  of your magic moment, it being a victorious match full song or just this cool detail you like, perhaps a great lyric line, guitar riff, or even cover art, all goes, so I get the chance to enjoy it too, thanks in advance! 
Cheers
Odd Roar

The Tree

The Fall of Saigon

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