An enduring mystery of the human condition, alternately gorgeous and tormenting. Great mid-tempo ballad colors here, a little bit different. And it sounds and feels great.

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Studio ID - Vocals
Release Date: 2025-10-31
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► Lyrics ◄


Cut the map
Draw the line
Territory mine
No permission
No design

Build it
Break it
Take it
Make it
New world now
New world how

Hammer down
Stake the ground
No committee
No crowd

Build it
Break it
Take it
Make it
New world now
New world how

Force the lock
Claim the block
Move the stone
Stand alone

One voice
One choice
One hand
New land

Build it
Break it
Take it
Make it
New world now
New world how

Forward march
Strike the arc
Territory marked
Territory stark

#New #Punk #Territory

New Territory

My eyes that I've kept closed
still see the running codes...
like wine across my screen...in and out
they create a scene, and even...
tho I shine...they weave and roll
yea
and if I am an abstract by design
a livin art form...bustin' at the grind
yea...warm heart 'gainst a wicked mind
and ur wishing I was blind
lie 'bout the bodies...and the martyrs who have died
tellin' me thru tears...but U FAKE cried
and its ok cause I see the inside...
the real ride
a string lookin' to get plucked
a chord I been strummin'
when U SUCKED
and I am the rising motion
the tide of an angry ocean
coming in as lead...for I am the indie sea
yea I am the Indie Zen Sea

Indie Zen Sea or Indecency

I see it in the rearview...but I aim to let it be
cause I understand the wisdom...gonna 
let it be...what can I do now?
watch and see...a witness to history
and how I hate that ur the featured story
the sad sad allegory...yea and I see now
like a movie on a reel to reel
break or jam cause its so surreal
living on a cliffside that's always stormy...
cause...I see it in the rearview...but I aim to let it be
cause I understand the wisdom...gonna 
let it be...what can I do now?
watch and see...a witness to history
yea...what can I do but watch and see
just a witness...gonna let it be
u are the allegory
living on a cliffside that's always storming

Feature Story

I walked among the pebbles and the rocks
jambed my toes and broke my clocks
drew a line to be my boundary
now my moat to deter the scary...
and I am still...as I watch
and I am filled...like the lives I haunt
tippin past the lines...blur all memory
of better times
yea as I watch...the lives I haunt
and I dwindle in the distance...like an echo
dyin' off...
but U forgot about ur dreams...
the ones I haunt...yea, U scoff
until the dyin' of the light
...the comin' of the night, when lids are 
swole and heavy...and my soul
is walkin' ready
and I am still...as I watch
and I am filled...like the lives I haunt
tippin past the lines...blur all memory
of better times
yea as I watch...the lives I haunt
and I dwindle in the distance...like an echo
dyin' off...
and I dare U to turn away
no place to run
and I'm here...yea to show U the way
show U the way

The Ones I Haunt

The sounds of her voice were so  loud
in the hush they left behind
and my ears stretched between the past
and now...to find the threaded
endings that I know must be painful
separated in their contractions and
condescendings...twisting from the grasp
of what was last...
and torn to tatters like the lone survivor
of a deadly blast
yea....chased away a ravaged peace of my mind O
the sounds of her voice...
the bellow of her choice an echo across the prairies
where the thunder is not wary...
and the weight of a tributary...still echoes all the same
and I wish...I knew her name
I wish I knew her all the same

I Wish I Knew Her

Used to be...my reflection held a piece
of my closest ancestry...
my mama's gaze, her mama's brow...
daddy's bones, grandaddy's scowl...
but it's all me...when I turn it round yea
turn it upside down
cause I may be a mini-me for my kin
but who I am today is from every 
damn decision...and I'm a master
in my domain the arbiter and the 
mainframe...kiss me once on Tuesday...
for my lips are arched in pain
mistake me for a Cupid
but I'll not take the blame
nah bae
why's it always so lame?
cause not everyone hits the same
not me holding up the play
cause it's all U makin the same damn claim
so it should be U...burnin' in that flame
O yea and
Used to be...my reflection held a piece
of my closest ancestry...
my mama's gaze, her mama's brow...
daddy's bones, grandaddy's scowl...
but it's all me...when I turn it round yea
turn it upside down

Upside Down (coulda gone better)

U keep me separated pretend ur liberated
touching on my triggers...reminding me to change
cause the number u been callin'
was disconnected darlin'...
so you'll not benefit from my strange
hey hey
now hey-hey
are U brave bae
do U have the range bae
yea...gotta get more strange
cause I'm living as a renegade
been dyin' on a living wage
bend me over in my shame
keep me in ur gilded cage
yea...lap me up and need my strange
its ok cause its an even exchange
do U understand?
that's my range...on this world stage...
gettin U to engage...movin' on to the next phase
U keep me separated pretend ur liberated
touching on my triggers...reminding me to change
cause the number u been callin'
was disconnected darlin'...
so you'll not benefit...

My Strange

I wonder at the revelation yea
how to birth a brand new nation
where those ripped from Moors...are
gifted oars to steer and dream salvation
and I do not complain
for the shaping of the grove need not be explained
for seeds dropped long ago
yea long ago
did I imagine all the roots and broken things?
as fire before a flood
I chose water over blood...
for the water represents the liquid of the womb
...against expired blood that dries too soon...
thus now...the mother wound
and I do not complain
for the shaping of the grove need not be explained
for seeds dropped long ago
yea long ago

Liquid Of The Womb

The last time I went hungry...I was fastin
and I would refuse to end my hunger
even tho I'm crashin
and the louder that I grumble
and my belly begs to rumble
and the sound of my own voice...
is drivin me insane
yea O
endin my hunger pains
and no one puts a hand on my reins
cause I've been invited to express my take
and I'll deliver when I start to shake
yea...come n get it
my sacred rage...
cut U down when I loose my tongue
afraid of my own sound...but I'll pull the plug
and I'll be my boots on the ground...
when I cut this rug...
comin in hot like a bullet train...
yea O
endin my hunger pains
and no one puts a hand on my reins
cause I've been invited to express my take
and I'll deliver when I start to shake
yea...come n get it
my sacred rage...

When I Start To Shake

I was not embraced in ur community
for I'd grazed on incongruity
languished in distraction...
toward destruction and disunity
...sins of an idle hand
yet...here I stand
a way-station on a crossroads
in the art of abligation*
clearing up the debris of the aftermath
and regulation
so I struck my torch in the battlements
seeking the edge where the light fades
the casting off of a cold shade
and it beggars my belief
...to accuse the light as thief
come to a simpleton's only grief
and fall away into the night
what once held promise...has lost its
fight...yea
and its a cold shade
preparing to ignite
a cold shade bae...that's right
for U grazed on incongruity
languished in distraction towards destruction and dis-unity
the sins of a childman
yet...here I am
and this is where I stand...
seekin the edge where the light fades
castin' off a cold shade

* the act of tying something up as to hinder from...olde eng.

A Cold Shade

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🤟🏼Working on new patterns and techniques in composition, production, and performance of both instrumental(classical/acoustic guitar) and voice- pieces are built (loops and beats)..on BandLab @nyla_k00  and Soundtrap (new)

I have removed the (amp) tag for consistency in distribution- acoustic pieces I perform will be tagged as ‘acoustic’ (apologies for page reorganization)

TBH, I aspire to be a guitar 🎸 but I’ll settle for being able to play competently what I hear when I write...(one day, Alice...to the moon)

I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

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