🌈 No need for guns, no need to fight 🌈

＊This work is made by overdubbing my guitar playing (mainly chord work) to winkandwoo and The Turtle Project(TTP) 's work "Hold The Line".Thanks to Winkandwoo and TTP for accepting my proposal.

★Key＝F
Lyrics and chord progression for this song:click below ↓
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jN2Q-y5isk2e0teErReV9RT94qiYEzLH/view?usp=sharing

 The reason why I worked on this work this time is because I want to sing and play with everyone.Therefore, I prepared a simple sheet music with lyrics and chords. There is a link above.

This work is probably one of the "protest songs". If I were to compare it to John Lennon's work, I think it would be "Give Peace A Chance." Yes, there are gems that confront discrimination, oppression, and prejudice, denounce injustice, and sing against war, and this is one of them. And not just to protest, but to sing together to "express your determination, clarify your way of life, question society, and lead to reform".

When winkandwoo released this work, I thought he was a great vocalist, singing a lot of important things and weights in the lyrics of "No need for guns, no need to fight".

And now many lament: "Ukraine is my country. Russia is my country. The country is killing my country." Hundreds of thousands of people have been forced from their homes, saying most people crossing the border from Russia don't want to kill people and don't want to serve this government. There is a movement to stigmatize this movement by branding it as a "traitor" and to use public power to contain it. I think protest songs play an active role here. Their lives and livelihoods are with us.

I hope that this song will help mankind break away from the "gun society" where mass shootings occur frequently, and that it will help all those who refuse military service in Russia. And I hope that this song will help unite Russian citizens against the invasion of Ukraine by Russian troops and all citizens who support the Russian Revolutionary Movement.
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【Palm Muting】Also, for those who are practicing guitar, I think that this work will be a teaching material for effectively playing scales using open strings while playing low chords. This time I'm playing Palm Muting all the way through. Below are some video examples that may help you. I searched on youtube. Use this technique to sing while playing the guitar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTEu0D4UtKg&t=243s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yTxf3vHYEM&t=496s

1)
Dm,Dm,B♭,B♭
F,F,C,C
2)
Am,Am,Dm,Dm
B♭,B♭,F,C
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In the 16 bars starting from Am above, there are three short guitar improvisations. I recorded each one as if it was played by a different type of guitar player. I would like you to listen to that part as well :)

Lyrics and chord progression for this song:click below ↓
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jN2Q-y5isk2e0teErReV9RT94qiYEzLH/view?usp=sharing

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winkandwoo  ---- Hold The Line - The Turtle Project (wink's karaoke mix)
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/hold-the-line-the-turtle-project-winks-karaoke-mix
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THE TURTLE PROJECT ... https://soundcloud.com/turtle-project/hold-the-line
Wrtten arranged and produced by The Turtle Project.
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Charts: New & hot https://soundcloud.com/discover/sets/charts-trending:rock:jp
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Plastic Ono Band - Give Peace A Chance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftE8vr0WNus

winkandwoo - Hold The Line - The Turtle Project ft.JUNZO on electric guitar

winkandwoo - Hold The Line - The Turtle Project ft.JUNZO on electric guitars

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Holy F*cking Hell is an anthem for the binary times we live in — where we’re only allowed to be red or blue.

It was written at the height of the pandemic, in the middle of a ridiculous war between left and right, as a form of satire aimed at those who, overnight, took to the streets to defend their favorite politicians like beloved pets.

How hard it is to have a different opinion...


Holy F*cking Hell

It’s tough being Latin, straight-faced and broke,
No cash in the bank, just the weight of the yoke.
They see the beard, think I’m red to the core,
But when they ask why, I just show them the door —

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain why I’m poor with an iPhone,
While some ride in limos to buy fast food alone.
Hard to explain all the hate and the fear —
When sooner or later, we all end up here:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain all the racism.
Hard to explain this damn system.
Hard to explain the consumer's chain,
Hard to say I don’t think the same.

It’s hard to explain why it almost makes sense —
Chase money for life, die broke on a bench.
Sell your soul just to fit the scene,
Play nice and clean,
Be silent and tame,
So you get to complain...

It’s hard to explain that my joy ain’t your pain,
And your life won't change if you let others remain.
Just accept there's more ways, more minds, more views —
And deal with the folks who don’t live like you.

Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

+++++++++++++++++++++PORTUGUES

Puta que Pariu é um hino aos tempos binários que vivemos, onde só podemos ser vermelho ou azul. Escrita no auge da pandemia e no ápice da guerra imbecil entre destros e canhotos, como forma de escárnio aos que, do dia para noite, começaram a ir para as ruas defender seus politicos de estimação. Como é dificil ter outra opinião....


Puta que Pariu
Difícil é por ser latino americano e careta.
Sem um puto no banco, empapuçado de marreta.
Não é por ser barbudo que eu viro comunista.
Difícil é explicar já mando logo para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil é explicar porque sou pobre e tenho i-phone.
Ou quem vai de limusine no dogão pra matar a fome.
Difícil é explicar porque a discriminação.
Se em mais ou menos tempo vamos todos para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil explicar o racismo.
Difícil explicar a opressão.
Difícil explicar o que o consumismo.
Difícil é dizer que eu tenho outra opinião.
Difícil é explicar que isso tudo faz sentido.
Viver atrás de grana pra depois morrer mendigo.
Vende a vida por grana.
Pra querer ser bacana.
Recatado e do lar.
Pra poder criticar.
Difícil é explicar que o meu bem não é seu mal.
E que nada em sua vida deixará de ser igual.
Se você aceitar opções e opiniões.
Se você aprender a lidar com quem mora na terra.
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 


Holy F*cking Hell (Puta que Pariu)

made with casio and zoom h1 and NCH 
mosquito Photo by Yogesh Pedamkar on Unsplash

it does take a lot of annoying mosquitoes to feed all the frogs at the swamp

Roland Effektgeräte-Test1 (sweet dreams, honey)

Back in 1985, I was such a shy girl
Hung out at those dreaded lockers with one or two fly girls
They knew where to look for me at the parties
The awkward one there crunchin ice and smarties
Like a lost little bloom among the wild hollies
In the back, to the side, anywhere that I could hide
Then one night, cryin on momma's lap, she'd turn the tide (she said)

Don't be a wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

So I took hold of my sweet chin and I pulled it on up
Found my voice, so loud and bright, finally I was enough
I found Jesus, started shouting for glory
Stopped doubtin myself and took inventory
Told my kids and their friends that great love story
I stood tall, gave it all, poured it out like a good ol Irish lass
Thats who I was, lookin at me was lookin right straight through a glass (I'd tell 'em)

Don't be a Wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

Now Momma's gone and all the kids are grown
Oh the mistakes they're makin, but man, I'm still makin my own
So it's back to the wall, let 'em fall, they'll figure it out in the end
But now where do I fit in

BE a Wallflower
Silver hair inside a silver frame
Camouflage your mother power
Silence the voice that has no more claim (no more, no more)
Be a Southern noon shower
Just lay back into the hour
Later on my knees I'll never cower (but for now)
I'll be a wallflower
Full circle, a wallflower
Momma taught me better, but in the end I'm stronger and happier
Bein a wallflower

Back in 1985 I was such a shy girl

Wallflower

The low temperature reel

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breathe 1.1 g2 15 bpm take 1 7225

Hidden under a cloth the blanket
Feels too much
The blanket.

Creating this track was actually so fun. I had the lovely opportunity a while back to take care of my Uncle's Tascam Portastudio a year or two ago and I haven't looked back. This actually is "U Can Be New Again" reversed, sped up, and layered with a bunch of pedals.

Enjoy!

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Mastermind - Free DL

'ANOTHER WAY'
Written, Performed & Produced
By Andrew Borderick Copyright 2018
Re-Mastered By Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SITTING LONELY, WHAT TO DO
THINK I'LL GO BUY SOME FANCY SHOES
I'M IN THE LIGHT, NEVER FELT BEFORE
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE EVEN HIT THE FLOOR

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
(BREAK)
MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

Another Way

ANOTHER WAY

A nice zombie who honors the moment does not allow himself to be terrorized by the future and the past. While two guardian spirits shield him from good advice.

All tracks and Images by Heinz Kobalt  and Artificial Intelligence.