Swan Lake - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Swan Lake Act Four. No. 25. Entr'acte (Moderato) - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (8D Binaural Sound - Music Therapy)

none of this is mine! not the song, not the art, anything! now enjoy :3

new jeans / / / super shy [ slowed + reverbed ]

Johnny’s on the Water was learned from the singing of Appalachian folk singer Jean Ritchie (1922 - 2015). It twists the archetypal story of a woman left behind by a sailor, the singer rejecting grief and finding empowerment: ‘if he can live without me, I can live without him’. This line became the heart of our arrangement. 

We created this arrangement in residence at Snape Maltings in 2022. In slowing down the tempo, destabilising the rhythm, and replacing Ritchie’s sparse dulcimer accompaniment with an ensemble of modular synths, guitars and affected strings, we explore the way that the open sea warps our understanding of time and distance. The trumpet solo was played by Lissie Daly, a tireless campaigner for women in brass.

Musicians:
Lauren Spiceley - fiddle and vocals 
Joseph Woods - guitar and vocals
Martha Wiltshire - cello and vocals
Denis Wouters - electronics and vocals
Lissie Daly - trumpet
Tom O’Connor - fretless bass
Florence Brady - vocals 

Trad. arr. by Lauren Spiceley, Martha Wiltshire, Joe Woods, Denis Wouters, Lissie Daly, Tom O’Connor and Hannah Jacobs
Recorded at Pony Studios by Upcycled Sounds
Mixed by Denis Wouters
Mastered by Felix Davis
Artwork by Floortje Kattemölle, photographed by Martijn Petrus

Johnny's On The Water

J'ai cette chanson en tête constamment en ce moment donc, petit cover rapide *keur*
paroles fr venant de la version française officielle:

ça va pas fort, tu sais plus comment gérer
Toute ta vie est une putain de foirade
Tu t’sent aussi dégueu qu’un robinet rouillé
Si tu prend pas ta cam tout est fade

tu es paumé, tu t’dis qu’ t'a tout foiré
Laisse moi te dire que c’est bien vrai!

attend, quoi?

T’es un loser chérie, un putain d’loser fini t’es une
petite salope éclatée (hey!) et t’es un loser aussi! (Merci ducon)
t’es un poivrot claqué, un petit poireau périmé
T’es une petite passive sans énergie
mais t’as d’la compagnie (et chuis censé me sentir mieux là?)

j’ai crue que jamais personne ne pourrait comprendre
toute les horreurs qui pourrisse mes pensées
Mais j’ai ouvert la porte a des idées plus tendre
On vit tous dans le même monde de taré

J’me suis vendu, à un connard psychopathe
tu crois p’t'être que ça m’épate, reprends toi mon gars!
on est des loser chérie, des loser et c’est pas grave si t’es
une petite pute sans ego? chérie c’est ça la vie
Chuis un loser oh oui un lâche et un abrutis mais au moins je sais qu’je suis pas seul
Car chuis un loser aussi

j’ai une addiction au jeux d’argent
J’essaye le moindre truc qui détend 
toute les drogues et les sextoys qui passe
Oui vas-y bébé chante pour moi, allez!

j’ai plus aucun trou a déflorer
j’ai vendu mon âme comme un raté 
Maintenant jsuis au bout d’une laisse
Chuis piégé et c’est pire d’année en année 

T’es un loser chérie, un loser mais ptetre que si on bouffe
Notre merde ensemble, on aura une meilleur vie 
Il est temps d’apprendre à t'aimer crois en toi pour te respecter bébé
Sois toi même y’a pas de problème 
un loser toi aussi

Loser, Baby [Cover FR]

Well Yes (Demo)

★ Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Quizás) (The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra Cover) ★

IODV

-LYRICS-
LOWESTOFTHELOW
I push my fingers into my eyes
its a story as old as time 
if two men are left on this earth
then god knows ones about to die
a symptom of the human condition
no cure is known that causes remission
were bearing teeth in the dark and they glisten
with blood our fangs know only one mission
rip out flesh from their throats 
dont let go even if you begin to choke
we hate ourselves more than youll ever know 
I want to hang the world and I brought the rope
im so tired
guess il lay down and rot
im so mired
by all the things i am not
low


LIL ONIGIRI

Had to tighten the noose can't handle the truth Stabbed me like Zeus suck my blood, help me rot away. Blue blade in my throat Haters sad that i'm hope, Fuckers mad that i'm woke, Bitches call me Kratos got these cats on ten toes talk to much I'll snap your nose, take your pain give you shame bitch i swerve you off my lane. keep my eyes out for the foes don't give a fuck about your woes talking all the hate your body I dispose Stealing your soul your guts I expose ankle twist, Motorola click got dat white up my nose cut ya throat if ya talk back my Ho. buzzer on her clit Pussy rain gave me brain i'm pumping her up lika hurricane. My heart is so cold, Imma fuck this world on my own Whip it clean Drag the dirt Rot blister bleed, leave ya in the poison oak

LOWESTOFTHELOW X SagedOni - ROT (Prod. Brent Beats)

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍..

Loser, Baby [Cover FR]

Kartase

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