Lyrics:

I wanna paint my room turquoise, and get it all over with
Life ain't good without change
These white walls, they've got holes all over em
It always makes me feel the same
Ooh, and it happens to be I'm in the land of so-called dreams
The sky as blue as can be
And to this day
It still makes me feel okay

Maybe
I'm better off if I stay
It's scary
How my life could turn out one day
Lady
Why can't I see you for just one date
It's crazy
How my life is on the line in every single way

Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise
I'll paint
Turquoise

This morning
I opened my blinds and saw my room light up
My inbox
It's still pretty empty, this conversation feels so stuck
Changes
They're hard to commit to and it takes time to adjust
But I'm faded
I don't know what that means but I feel like it means I suck

Oh, I'll paint my room
Turquoise
I'll paint my room
Turquoise
I'll paint my room
Turquoise
Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise

Maybe
I'm better off if I stay
It's scary
How my life could turn out one day
Lady
Why can't I see you for just one date
It's crazy
How my life is on the line in every single way

Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise
I'll paint
Turquoise

Anima

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Turquoise

"Downhill" is a rock/pop anthem rooted in the frustration and heartbreak of watching a once-stable connection unravel. Inspired (surprisingly) by a fallout with my ex-landlord, the song explores shifting dynamics, emotional confusion, and the sting of unmet expectations. While it sounds like a breakup song—and is framed like one—it was actually born from a non-romantic fallout, which is part of my songwriting signature: turning everyday conflicts into grand anthems.

Produced by Jay Ives, Downhill blends gritty rock instrumentation with a polished pop structure and a soaring, catchy hook. Its dynamic build mirrors the inner turmoil of navigating miscommunication and power shifts in any kind of relationship—romantic, professional, or otherwise. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt blindsided by someone they once trusted.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1

We met the first time
And you were all smiles
I had great plans for us
Could be good friends, and then some
I wasn't looking for nobody new
But I was starting to 
warm up to you

PRECHORUS
Then you started mind-twisting
And you like to play the victim
The lies started out white, then turned gray
Now they're so dark, I can't find my way

CHORUS (x2)
I feel, I feel
Us go downhill
I build, I build
So you could break it down again

VERSE 2
I thought I got you
One moment you're so good
But then the very next
you're acting so sketch
You went back on everything you said
Went from rosy pink to seeing red

PRECHORUS
You have such a good facade
I wanna know who the architect was
Once so nice, not so much twice
I won't stay around for thrice 

CHORUS (x2)
I feel, I feel
Us go downhill
I build, I build
So you could break it down again

BRIDGE
We both got our lasts
You got the word 
and I had had the straw

Every word flashes past
The lessons learnt
The storms I saw     
         
CHORUS (x2)
I feel, I feel
Us go downhill
I build, I build
So you could break it down again

OUTRO(x2)
I feel, I feel, I feel, I
Feel us go downhill
I build, I build, I build, I
So you could break it down again

Downhill

Laughter Is Cruel

I'm weaving a thought, that possibly breaks out the scorch

Those so called effordable they want you with their choosed structures 

Them make you feel like you're the Burden instead of the truck

You put away after the punish comes but no one get punished

Am I a mislead screech heard in the bottom from a lost to death field

 where the soldiers and the fences are tored down
Because ain't no law to keep

Faith that's non rooted in the fear, It ain't rooted in the absolute.

Inalienability upon freedom of being, 
a norm never has been accomplished.

Whores and snitches they've based the whole truth in the fancies and extortions

I'm not meaning to offense, I'll make no reference to any other job, that deceives, despises, grieves,

Once eased the pain, the suffering never ends 
It makes part for a reminding: "You'll suffer for the right of being free"
Suddenly your Life Will turn Up into a mashed up of tored down pieces,
The satirical Hug, of the lies we've been living, just weaving a thought 




Lo que no quiere la sociedad es crear personas con un intelecto y un razonamiento de la estructura extraordinario. Asociales escabrosos, inadaptados, que tenderían a entrar en conflicto con el mundo y, quizá, hacer sus vidas más difíciles.

La fé que no está enraizada en el miedo, no está enraizada en el absoluto.

su inalienabilidad ante su libertad de ser, esta ley nunca se ha cumplido íntegramente.

10. Weaving a thought

Eileen

Dreams My Guitar Told

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

the piece  is almost polyrhythmic 
uses as a riff a 7-note rhythmic pattern x-x-xx-x-x-x taken from african drums
this gives 3 bars of 4 which seems assymetric when repeated
deep in the mix there is also the pulse of 4 bars of 3

seven on twelve

Right Here Now

The inner journey of a man who, starting from his observation of reality, rediscovers his inner rebellion and embarks on a journey that will lead him to absolute emancipation.

L'Ombra della Terra

Just another song (of mine) that makes no sense.

Copyright: 1984

Watch our dog catch a Frisbie to the jam part of this song:
http://youtu.be/czhxwiaZ9A4

Main Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

This song was recorded in 11 hours on a 4-track recorder in October of 1984.
Remastered with Soundcloud in 2021.

Ron Snyder - Shoot The Bull (1984)

my artist account on soundcloud :
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10. Weaving a thought

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