Name: A LITTLE BIT OF DISCO by MARIO LONČARIĆ in A LITTLE BIT OF FUNK
Duration: 8 min 22 s
Description: Composed&performed&produced by Mario Lončarić

A LITTLE BIT OF FUNK

Composed&performed&produced by Mario Lončarić

Funky Rhythm

Half Itself

Scutoper

WASP FUNK SONG

Severe Strength

L-Fragments of DNA

... just a little track and solo ... I was tweaking one of my AAS synths for breath controller as well as one of the presets ;-) ... Bass is the free Zebralette, drums is also a new free drum sampler vst. Cover backing is part of a photo by Diane Picchiottino, unsplash

Small Talk

A LITLLE BIT OF FUNK

A LITTLE BIT OF DISCO

DARKNESS

What Was Said

Moody afro house track with the vocal of Sofiya Nzau

Nairobi Groove

Chris Di Amato - Nairobi Groove

MOZIX - Feeling (Extended Mix)

Taruun & Orika-Matter-(Mellon Place Records)

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

A LITTLE BIT OF DISCO

MARIO LONČARIĆ

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