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Invigorating vocals..marvelous lyrics.. brilliant guitar work captivating & mesmerizing..perfectly executed..brilliant effects..sumptuously infectious..excellent mix & recording production!

In Russian , It's good to sing in your own language, it's always more sincere. 🙏

Produced, composed, arranged, lyrics & vocals by hLo(@hLo-64)
Mastered by Woods Studio Norway (@woods_studio)

In September 2019, I went for a gig in the saloons of the Ogc Nice stadium (remember the time when it was still possible !). The organizer arranged to meet us at the Burger King car park. I thought to myself, what a peculiar place for a rendez-vous? This inspired me this song.
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Produit, composé, arrangé, paroles & vocaux par hLo(@hLo-64)
Masterisé par Woods Studio Norvège (@woods_studio)

En Septembre 2019, je suis allé faire un concert dans les salons du stade Ogc Nice (rappelez-vous l'époque où c'était encore possible !). L'organisateur nous a donné rendez-vous au parking du Burger King. Je me suis dit, quel drôle d'endroit pour un rendez-vous ? Cela m'a inspiré cette chanson.

BURGER KING BLUES

Je t’attendrais au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 Je porterais mon costume croisé ,
Tu sais celui qui te plait.

Baby, prends bien tes vitamines, 
On tracera loin, loin des abimes, 
Au volant de ma Cadillac ,
J’espère que t’es pas insomniaque.

Tu porteras une robe d’été,
 Cheveux de jais sur décolleté,
 Le temps s’arrête quand tu parais.
 
 Burger King Blues  (x2)

Je t’attendrais au parking,
Au parking du burger king,
 J'me mettrais peut’etre en smoking ,
Tu seras plus belle que j’l'imagine.

Tu sais pour moi c’est pas les Grenadines,
 Ni les weeks end aux Philippines,
 J'suis pas un prince de magazines

J’aimerai tant voir l’Italie,  
Aller plonger à Camogli ,
Flaner la nuit à Napoli.

Burger King Blues  (x2)

T’es jamais venue au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 Tout ca, tu sais, c’est dans les films, 
Du style Marilyn et James Dean.

T’es jamais venue au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 J’me sens comme une quille de Bowling,
 Tout seul au milieu du parking.

Like a Bowling Pin (x3)

Release date: April 30, 2021
©hLo 2021 All Rights Reserved

Burger King Blues

Written for a family whose child has a medical problem, and because they were poor were were wrongly accused of it being the mother's fault. They battled the courts for four years.  He recently passed on from brainstem neurodegenerative disease that he had when the nightmare began.  Mayo Clinic now has his brain for research as his condition was so rare.


You can find the tracks he made here:
https://soundcloud.com/ourvoiceisking/tracks

She’s a single mother with a very low income			
He’s an eight year old who knows there’s nothing that he’s done
To be torn from his mother, his sisters and his brother
It’s the only life he knew and he loved it like not other

But you don’t give up, you don’t give up, you don’t give up, or give in
You know; you don’t give up, you don’t give up, you don’t give up, or give in

We’re always thinking of you Aaron, you’re always on our mind
We know your lonely, you know we love you all the time
How can some strangers say what’s good for you or I
There’s one who knows best, look in the child’s eye

The world is crumbling round me, its in a dizzy spin
With all I see and hear, my heart is full and breaking
I could end up on a mountain top or in a deep prison
But I know I never, never give up or give in

But we won't give up, we won't give up, we won't give up, or give in
You know; we won't give up, we won't give up, we won't give up, or give in

Don't Give Up

OPC - Don't Give Up

The first single taken from Nocturnal's upcoming album.

Falling

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

Время на всех языках - пустыни или дома,
Возносит птиц с запада и востока,
Сколько эпох и вер, а вместе одна семья,
Но каждому доля и своя корка срока

Time in all languages - deserts or houses,
Raises the birds from the west and east,
How many eras and faiths, and together one family,
But to each share and his own slice of time

Снег и время

Summer Day of Bliss

Starry Sky

StarrySky（星空の彼方）

World is sick !  Everything becomes a battlefield ... on a paradise ! Violence and disrespect everywhere, for everything... in the street, at school, in hospitals, in stadiums, on the road, at borders, on TV, in the cinema, against people nature and the planet... Stop ! There is no planet B. On its ruins, we can play the horn, no one will come !

KAOS 💥

Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics - The Pharmaceutical Phaggot
Drums - Mick Mack

Lyrics:

Everyone is dead, oh Everyone is dead
You better call up a number for a funeral bed
Because everyone you’ve ever known is dead

The cops shot themselves in the heads
The people died alone in their beds
And poor old Mrs Paul, she couldn’t take it all
So she leapt infront of a train 
So that she wouldn’t have to endure all of the pain

Hallelujah

When I get lonely I know I’m not the only
One who will die alone
Cause when I look the window of my
Burning apartment I see the Saints are all marching home

Oh, the Saints went Marching Away
On this beautiful holiday
We were celebrating Christ, but it would not suffice
Because the Saints went marching away

Everyone Is Dead

Re-Release;
Made in Ableton (2018)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Experimental
#Ambient

Loveless Black Hole

Lyrics and Credits Below

LYRICS
I shake my head
To keep my tears inside
to force some happy thoughts
Into my head
I picture nice faces
Talking beautiful words
Then I shake my head again
This time to keep your face
Outside of my head
Outside of my head
Woh-oh
Oh-oh-oh!

And if my stomach will cry out
If my tears want to get out
I still won’t cry for you
Will never cry for you

I won’t cry
I won’t cry
Because of you
No, I won’t cry
I won’t cry
Because of you
I shake my head
to bring thoughts
inside my mind
I won’t cry 
No, I won’t cry 
because of you
I shake my head 
To keep your face 
out of my mind
No, I won’t cry
I won’t cry 
because of you


I know you’re there
Your presence big and wide
I shrink some more
Hyde in my head
I look for bright spaces
Imaginary places
Then I hide all in again
to have your face erased
from my own head
yeah! my own head
woh-oh-oh!
oh-oh 
And if I ever am in doubt
an’ all I wanna do is shout
I still won’t cry for you
no, I won’t cry for you

I won’t cry
I won’t cry
Because of you
No, I won’t cry
I won’t cry
Because of you
I shake my head
to bring thoughts
inside my mind
I won’t cry 
No, I won’t cry 
because of you
I shake my head 
To keep your face 
out of my mind
No, I won’t cry
I won’t cry 
because of you

CREDITS
Lucia Mameli: Music, Lyrics, Lead Vocals, Percussions, Producer
Berkinozcan: Electric Guitar
Gustav Jakobsson: Bass Guitar
Luca V (amethyst99): Backing Vocals
A Farbod: Alto Sax
Stopmediastudio: Mixing and Mastering Engineer, Assistant Producer
Zaib G: Artwork, Visualiser
Ibrahim G: Visualiser Subtitles

Снег и время

Рам и Дьякова

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