I don't want to be
Smashing my brain against the system of torment
I will not submit
I will not submit
I will not submit

To their treacherous game

I defy them
I defy them

Against their mindless game

Smash up beverley hills 
Not our ghettoes
Smash up beverley hills
Not our ghettoes

Focus your destructive urges
On the ruling classes
And see the system change
See the system change

Until then
We're.....
Smashing our brains against the system of torment


351. smashing my brain against the system of torment (harding).mp3

Nebula (Vintage Version) 📀

Positive, bright and cheery song with a winter vibe!

A Fresher Outlook

Discover In Other Light

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Mean Flow
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dicembre 2023

Mean Flow & Marco Lucchi - Flame

Music video: https://youtu.be/1b84yHmjx3k

(In loving memory of the summer-2019)

My Summer

04.2024. How is your weather? I realized: I can never be this or that, someone or someone else. But me. And I accept it.

hot and cold

Pierre Reverdy est un des grands poètes français du XXème siècle, pourtant déjà injustement oublié. Tiré de son recueil "Sources du Vent", voici un de ses poèmes , ici mis en chant et en musique  ( la photo est celle de Pierre Reverdy, chez lui, dans les années 1960)
PAROLES
Un mouvement de bras
 Comme un battement d'ailes
Le vent qui se déploie
 Et la voix qui appelle
Dans le silence épais
Qu'aucun souffle ne ride
Les larmes du matin
 Et les doigts de la rive
L'eau qui coule au dehors
L'ornière suit le pas
Le soleil se déroule
Et le ciel ne tient pas
L'arbre du carrefour
 se penche et interroge
la voiture qui roule
Enfonce l'horizon
Tous les murs en retour
 Sèchent contre le vent
Et le chemin perdu
Se cache sous le pont.
Quand la forêt remue
 Et que la nuit s'envole
Entre les branches mortes
 Où le fumée s'endort
L'oeil fermé au couchant
La dernière étincelle
Sur le fil bleu de ciel
Le cri d'une hirondelle.
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An arm movement
 Like the rustling of wings
The wind that unfolds
 And the voice that calls
In the thick silence
Let no breath ripple
Morning tears
 And the fingers of the shore
The water that flows outside
The rut follows suit
The sun is unfurling
And the sky doesn't hold
The tree of the crossroads
 bends over and questions
The car that drives
Infonce l'horizon
All the walls in return
 Dry against the wind
And the lost path
Hiding under the bridge.
When the forest stirs
 And let the night fly away
Between the dead branches
 Where the smoke falls asleep
The eye closed at sunset
The last spark
On the blue edge of the sky
The cry of a swallow.

aux habitants des autres lunes (new mix)

paradise

Music that shapes itself around thought, built for those hours when focus needs somewhere gentle to live. Created for the specific frequency where work and sound converge without collision.

Soft Architecture

"Chrám lotosu" (Temple of the Lotus) is a deep Asian-inspired house journey, blending hypnotic beats with meditative atmospheres. Traditional instruments like koto, shakuhachi, and temple bells flow together with modern house grooves, creating a mystical space between sound and silence. A track for late-night sets, meditation on the dancefloor, and travelers of inner worlds.

Chrám Lotosu (Lotus Temple)

A music producer with more than 10 years in production. Developing ideas & skills from ground up. 

Composing variety of music styles, aiming for good quality music that inspires listeners, maintaining creativity & genuity. 

Thanks for your listening & kind support:) 🙏

Youtube Link:
https://www.youtube.com/@audiocraftproduction2407

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