Very catchy up beat track that makes you feet move.

Great melody and sound. Good tempo and song development. Fun.

Excellente song et une parfaite réalisation musicale. Voix magnifique. Du superbe travail. Grand bravo.

Incredible music production and vocals!!!!!!!!!!

really like the funky instrumental used in this track

Before Time Runs Out

A song about over-consumption at the mall Music & Lyrics By Massimo Primiero Sung By Luca Giordano

Sale Sale Sale in slumber of Bazar 
With lacquers the glitter and flavors of Lillà
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it
Spend Buy Rent in an environment of rich ones
where glitter light and flowers are empty as holes.
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it
Sale Sale Sale in slumber of Bazar 
With lacquers the glitter and flavors of Lillà
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it

Discounts in large and shiny packages if you want with attractive proposals
Tired false smiles of revelers emptied of pride and desire to dream
Sly deviants handlers of strong deceptions dirty profits on the backs of revelers
Exploited Humiliated with toilet considerations in non-stop work for the delight of the lackeys.

Savings earnings
Savings earnings

Goods in relaxing frames hidden thefts of arduous jobs
Deaths hidden by the conveniences of futile needs of an impertinent environment
People as numbers and numbers as stamps calculations and balances of death and frustration
Shoplifting players wielding strong military deceptions hidden behind low prices.

Savings earnings
Savings earnings

Junk strong with exceptional discounts cashiers carts receipts to count
take grab bargain grab savings earn in points.
Junk strong with exceptional discounts cashiers carts receipts to count
take grab bargain grab savings earn in points.

Sales based on fake promotions mirrors of fake games given away
Everything sells Everything cashes in.

We are waiting for you with open arms ;-)
Original links : 
https://www.jamendo.com/album/99712/il-corriere-smarrito

Il Corriere Smarrito

Furbanza

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

It All Got Messed Up

Move Like No One’s Watching You

Time for some quick release
A short cut to inner peace

No magic number
Or hidden meaning
Just move like no one’s watching you
Move like no one’s watching you

Let misery melt away
Move like no one’s watching you

No it’s a sign
No by design
Move like no one’s watching you
It’s not a secret
No clever words
Move like no one’s watching you

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Don’t sleepwalk to the grave
Move like no one’s watching you
Move like no one’s watching you
Move like no one’s watching you

Ah, ah, ah, ah

No throwing shade
Just close your eyes
Move like no one’s watching you
Let misery melt away
Move like no one’s watching you

No good advice from the wise
Move like no one’s watching you
No code to crack
Trauma to unpack
Move like no one’s watching you
It’s not a craze
Or just a phase
Move like no one’s watching you
Move like no one’s watching you
Just move like no one’s watching you

Ah, ah, ah
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Move Like No One’s Watching You (Edit)

Echoes of the Abyss

avec du violoncelle, batterie, piano , orgue  et surtout  le  violon de Rosin dust 
   Le yabusame (流鏑馬?) est une technique de tir à l'arc japonaise pratiquée à cheval. apparu au début de l'époque de Kamakura.  
mais la ,  c' est aussi un requiem pour un super cheval gris :   Rivers du gué.

Yabusame

Yabusame ( avec Rosin dust )

une vieille chanson de 1989 dans son habit de 2025

la cour des grands

Ultimate EDM

Levantine hip hop track

تراك راب صريح من الشارع، صور يومية بتتحوّل سلاح وصوت مقاومة — صرخة: "أنا الشارع".

أنا الشارع - I Am The Street

Just a feeling

I am not a professional musician, I write music in different styles exclusively for myself. Every month a new one-two tracks! I will be glad to collaborate with interested performers and producers. 
The constant howling of sirens and the incessant shelling of peaceful cities. People are dying ... Who needs all this?
My channel: Youtube: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCR_XgDbc8Yw9Z-QEwcW1kXw
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It All Got Messed Up

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