Intense 

Intense 

The darkness is intense
The brightness is intense 
The noise is intense
The quiet is intense
The people are intense
Being alone is intense

Feel, feel, feel, feel 
Feel my way
The moving raw emotion
Raw emotion comes my way

The darkness is intense
The brightness is intense 
The noise is intense
The quiet is intense
The people are intense
Being alone is intense


Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin a thought 
Weave it in and weave it out now
Find the missing link between us
It’s intense
It’s intense 
It’s intense

The blankness is intense
The patterns are intense 
The static is intense
The movement is intense
The outside is intense
The inside is intense.

Intense

Freeze-dried soul

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pablo-d-m-fontana

This can be eaten simply by pouring hot water over it.

We forget everything. And we learn something new every day.
We are just animals, we don't reflect or we don't grow.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
Eventually something will be lost.

We've learned again about malice and how to lie.
Someone told us that in detail, with tanks and missiles.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
That's convenient, but not tasty.

The flavor remains the same and can be stored for a long time.

Peace or justice are probably, unfortunately, ugly things.
We have to get used to it. And We have to choose something.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
While that is certainly a new invention.

This is a very good product, but please observe the best-before date.

Freeze - dried soul / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Božena

Synapse

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Did anybody notice how we isolate 
Social interactions became out of date
Worker ants are marching with their heads face down
And every single one wearing that same old frown 

Ignore the shit
We’ve all been spun
Turn your head 
Up to the sun 
Scream it out 
Don’t let them mess 
With Your Collective 
Consciousness 

While you was in a lockdown warned about the risks 
Old blue boy’s downing lagers as he’s spinning disks 
Leader of the free world chats in gibberish 
Can’t keep his shit cognitive for two sentences 

Ignore the shit
We’ve all been spun
Turn your head 
Up to the sun 
Scream it out 
Don’t let them mess 
With Your Collective 
Consciousness 

Every generation squeezed a little more 
Paying of the interest on another war
Who can really ever and give the time of day
To stop and contemplate if there’s another way

Ignore the shit
We’ve all been spun
Turn your head 
Up to the sun 
Scream it out 
Don’t let them mess 
With Your Collective 
Consciousness

HEADS UP

Recorded live on iPad Air 2 with various apps

Mood Exhibit - Carnival

not really a cover version, but definitely based on this famous piece of jazz. ... (to be precisely, the original is in C sharp, we are in C minor :-) ........... Huge thanks to Hendrik aka https://soundcloud.com/cosmic-ratzzz for this smooth and wonderful piano & being a brother in mind regarding our (for now) 84 collab tracks ! ... of which 83 owe their concepts, creation & sound to him ! ... photo: J. Coltrane 1963

Lunatics 84 // EQUINOX John Coltrane Cover // joerxworx & Ratzzz

Phase

A collaboration between :
Shane Beck, The Last American Poet (Words)
progettosonoro (Music)

If you should repeat the words of the poem in which I gave
Were they meaningless things you said, a poet you swore to save
Could you truly feel all those things that you said that made me sigh
To silence the poet of your life, knowing without you I will surely die
And yes, She Called Me Her King, only to let it all go & pass me by

To say it is best to let go because giving me hope is cruel & wrong
I wrote thousands of poems for you & used your name in a song
Why has She Called Me Her King when it was never really true?
Knowing that all those years I never once let go of you
I never once let go of you

Shane Beck & progettosonoro - She Called Me Her King

After the Dark Night

Old Home Place - Christian McIntosh

Thankyou for checking out and enjoying my tracks!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: "Music is the universal language of mankind."

Phase

Uli Stonedigger