The Bridge

Pull Me By a String (very demo 1)

One previous track's theme (https://soundcloud.com/api_zz/winter) probably provoked the opposite: 
It is hot summer right now. 
This tune eventually takes more care of this situation ...

dreamy

This is a song about Romanian gypsies who make a living  by collecting scrap metal. The lyrics are in Romanian. There is some humor involved, but no dissrespect. After all, we're all in the same shithole  here. 

Lyrics (Romanian):

Verse1:
Mamă, nu mai merg la şcoală!
Mamă, n-are niciun rost.
Tată, nu mai merg la muncă,
Că nu am niciun folos.

Chorus:
Nu mai merg deloc în mină,  
FERul creşte în grădina. 
Nici nu trebe târnăcop, 
Din gunoaie să-l degrop. 

Ai în curte un tezaur 
Sub rugină este aur 
Sa faci bani este usor 
Chiar de nu-i strălucitor 

FERul noi îl colectăm, 
Obiceiul respectăm.
N-avem cal, avem masină 
Şi remorca ne e plină. 

Verse2:
Munca e pentru tractoare,
Cartea pentru tocilari,
Pentru ce-i făcută oare
Viaţa asta de hoinari.

Chorus

Bridge:
Am nevoie de banii tăi
Ca să mănânc, ca să trăiesc, ca să iubesc.
De banii tăi,
Am nevoie de banii tăi.

Chorus


#Indie #Disco #AlternativeRock #Electronic #Dance

Running Away

JOE GOLDBERG / NOT MOVING ON

This song came from a place of emotional conflict, where love and ambition kind of collide. I was in this space where everything around me felt blurry... all these people, all this noise, all this movement, but then there's that one person who still has this quiet hold on you. And yet, even in that connection, we keep spinning in circles, never really landing anywhere.

I wanted to capture what it feels like to choose your passion, your stage, your voice, your art, over a relationship that’s lost its clarity. That line, ‘I’d rather work a microphone than work on us,’ is really personal. Because when I’m on that stage, or in the studio, I feel seen. I feel loved in a way I don’t always get in real life. There’s a kind of euphoria in being heard by strangers that sometimes feels more real than intimacy with someone who’s grown distant.

The second verse dives deeper, waking up to noise, to expectations, to people calling your name, but the one name you want to hold onto is already slipping. And you’re left asking yourself: why are we still running if we’ve both already let go?

It's bittersweet, it’s raw, and it’s real. This isn’t a breakup song in the traditional sense, it’s more like... a confession. Of choosing yourself, even if it hurts.

Tasha- Microphone [ Demo]

Farwell to a Legend, thank you "OZZY" for everything, you will always be remembered my friend, R.I.P
Song composed & created by The Boilerman in tribute to Ozzy Osbourne
Eric created & plays: all beginning distorted, stomp box lead guitar
Robert Grigg created & plays: ending lead guitar
Ozzy Osbourne sings: All spoken word
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Ozzy

"Quelqu'un de différent" est le titre le plus  introspectif de mon répertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4
Paroles:
Comme un navire se joue de tous les récifs,
Tu dis que pour toi y'a pas de château d'If.
Et tu ressembles un peu, aux oiseaux qu'on blesse,
Qui partent un jour, sans laisser leur adresse.
Chercher de l'air quand la vie les oppresse,
Si loin du doute et des matins de stress.
Si haut qu'un jour pourtant se sont brûlés,
Tu dis quand même que tu n'seras jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire, 
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Tu me dis que tu n'vis que pour la musique,
Tu vibres aux sons des guitares électriques.
Je t'dis pas ça pour que tu réagisses,
Méfies toi quand même, les guitares vieillissent.
Changent les sons quand passent nos années,
Restent tes notes sur les cordes d'acier.
Fidèle à elles sincères dans tes pensées,
Tu crois en elles et tu n'seras jamais, jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire,
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent,
Quelqu'un de différent,
Tantôt noir, tantôt blanc.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Christian PERUTI 
Auteur, compositeur, interprète.

"Someone Different" is the most introspective title in my repertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4

Like a ship plays with all the reefs,
You say that for you there's no Château d'If.
And you resemble a bit, the birds that we wound,
Who leave one day, without leaving their address.
Looking for air when life oppresses them,
So far from doubt and stressful mornings.
So high that one day they got burned,
You still say that you will never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.

You tell me that you live only for music,
You vibe to the sounds of electric guitars. 
I'm not saying this for you to react, 
Still be careful, guitars do age. 
The sounds change as the years go by, 
Your notes remain on the steel strings. 
Faithful to them, sincere in your thoughts, 
You believe in them and you will never, never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.
Someone different,
Ssometimes black, sometimes white.
Someone different.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer.

Quelqu'un de différent

The Biz

The Illusion "The Power of Prayer" Summit Saratoga 7.29.25 drew.wav

Hello :) Here is a collection of my tunes & artworks spanning the years in which I've been a long-time poet, more recently lyricist & soundational explorer. Why ask why with sound? No delusion has been prescribed to me which I cannot pour into a cup we can share then someone complains of bitterness yet we're satiated. Why not dismiss the diss, exist? I expect nothing but to keep on in my cellular rhythm, a singular song that takes many forms. ❣️🎼🏵

Pull Me By a String (very demo 1)

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