Rattlesnake Perfume

Lyrics:

Leaving the city
And all of it's joys
Leaving the noise
Goodbye to the city
Been breathing the city
I'm starting to choke
Can't see through the smoke
Blow a kiss to the city

So we took our pain and scraps of dreams 
On some leatherette with broken seams
Of a passing car which went our way
To a grey horizon on a feted day

Escaping the city

Now those teenage eyes that burned so bright
Are framed and creased by their failing sight
And the things that once were held so dear
Have lost their value so the choice is clear

Escaping the city

Leaving the city
And all of it's joys
Leaving the noise
Goodbye to the city
Been breathing the city
I'm starting to choke
Can't see through the smoke
Blow a kiss to the city

Yes the passing years have seen some fun
And I won't forget when it's all said and done
But your mask has slipped the spell come undone
In the yellow haze of the setting sun

Escaping the city

I can't stand it anymore, anymore
I can't stand it anymore

Escaping the city

Leaving the city
And all of it's joys
Leaving the noise
Goodbye to the city
Been breathing the city
I'm starting to choke
Can't see through the smoke
Blow a kiss to the city

Leaving The City

A dark humor themed boogie woogie about a certain goth cult spinster from the Victorian era, who was accused of brutally murdering her father and stepmother with a hatchet. It wasn’t proven in court, so she went free. 

The lyrics contain references to details of the case, leaving open whether Lizzie was indeed the murderer, but also on whether she might or might not have been a lesbian. The latter was a rumour derived from the 19th century misogynistic believe that a refined woman of middle-class upbringing wouldn’t be capable of such a heinous act, unless of course (sigh…) the 32 year old spinster secretly was an angry lesbian (an imagery which was later adopted as a trope in modern pop-culture). Perhaps Lizzie simply wasn’t interested in marriage, or she did not have any luck in finding love, or she found the ideal of virtuous Victorian womanhood oppressive, or she was kept on a short leash by her parents, or perhaps she fell for women after all. Who knows? 

And why did Lizzie (according to the police reports) not show any emotions when she was confronted with her dead parents? Is it indeed ‘proof’ she was the murderer, as the police liked to think? Or was she simply in shock and did the whole situation feel unreal to her? I’d personally like to think Lizzie might have been on the spectrum (therefore lacking the emotional response bystanders would expect), but since I’m apparently drawn to neurodiverse folks, I might be projecting my own preferences on her as well.

In the end, we’ll never know the true story of Lizzie Borden, which is all part of the intrigue. Nevertheless, Dorian went on a virtual date with dressed-in-black Lizzie 132 years after the murders took place. It was a joy to write this song about her while reading her background story.

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Lyrics
I went on a date with a girl named Lizzie Borden
The loveliest creature I had ever seen
The first time I saw her she was cutting down a tree
Forty whacks should do it, she said to me

Lizzie Borden
She’s my date

I went to the house of the spinster Lizzie Borden
Her dad wasn’t home, so I guess he was gone
She said she had a fight with her mum
But she buried the hatchet
I guess me and Lizzie, we were home alone

Lizzie Borden
She’s my date

Lizzie whispered in my ear: close your eyes
I guess I was in for a big surprise
There was a tension in the air
As if she was sharpening blades
Oh Lizzie Borden, you won’t leave me in one piece

Lizzie Borden
You wicked girl

Lizzie Borden
My final mate

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Instruments:
• Electric guitar 1: Telecaster
• Electric guitar 2: Les Paul
• Acoustic guitar: Ample
• Rhythm pick guitar: UVI
• Bass guitar: Ezbass
• Drums: AD2
• Brass: OT Sine

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Disclaimer
Dorian Urac is the artist name of a real human being with a pulse. Dorian sings, composes, mixes, writes his own lyrics, creates his own artwork and he plays several acoustic, electric and digital instruments. In this production, sampled notes of acoustic instruments are used, arranged into music by Dorian playing a keyboard. The samples come from companies that pay musicians providing content.

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A date with Lizzie Borden

You Have Shamed Me

DARK SKIES AND CLOUDS (Who Knows)
(Lyric by "Wicked Deeds" summer 2016)

Dark skies and clouds form overhead
Always the same I believe
Guy in the suit with the sharpest grin
Hoping for one last reprieve
Girl on the beach with the golden hair
She’s taken his heart with her leave.

Who knows where happiness reigns?
Who even plans these tomorrows ?
Fate carry us home, with smiles and sorrows

Dark skies and clouds . . . part of the living
Always the same I believe
Man in the moon always looking at you
Whatever your heart and mind can conceive

Who knows where happiness reigns?
Who even plans these tomorrows ?
Fate carry us home, with smiles,  love and sorrows
-INSTRUMENTAL-
Who knows where happiness reigns?
Who even plans these tomorrows ?
Fate carry us home, with smiles and sorrows

Dark skies and clouds . . . part of the living
Always the same I believe
Man in the moon always looking at you
Whatever your heart and mind can conceive
-SOLO-
BRIDGE
If every deed that we've done
Is witnessed by the earth and by the sun.
If all of our actions are stored and we are flawed,
Then dark skies and clouds will always be, always be

Dark skies and clouds . . . part of the living
Always the same I believe
Man in the moon always looking at you
Whatever your heart and mind can conceive
Guy in the suit with the sharpest grin
Hoping for one last reprieve.
Girl on the beach with the golden hair
She’s taken his heart with her leave.
CODA
Who knows where happiness reigns?
Who even plans these tomorrows ?
Fate carry us home, with smiles, love and sorrows
Fate carry us home, with smiles, love and sorrows
Fate carry us home, with smiles, love and sorrows

DARK SKIES AND CLOUDS (Lyric by Paul Vasey)

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Carlonely - "Picture Of Calm (Dark Side Of Me)"

More Than A Lover

High Life

V1
You wait for me
I can meet your needs
With cash in hand
You're waiting for the Man
I can give you something
To take the edge off the way you feel
I can give you something
The only thing that's real

Pre-Chorus
There's no need to hurry
Take your time
There's no need to worry
It's alright, it's alright

Chorus
You've living the high life
You're living the high life
You're living the high life
You're living the high life

V2
I know your type 
You never will let go
You stumble through life
This life is all you know
So it's easy money
And keeps you running on the same old track
It's easy money
'Cause you keep coming back

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Bridge
I've been in this game for years and years
Seen so many people disappear
I don't care 

Final Chorus
I'm living the high life
I'm living the high life
I'm living the high life
I'm living the high life

Outro
I've got you where I want you 
I've got you where I want you 
I've got you where I want you 
I've got you where I want you

High Life

A song about the harmful effect of telling youngsters there’s this one-and-only True Love out there waiting for them, as pictured in romance novels and romantic comedies. Without the alleged soulmate one is said not to be complete as a person (…) This imagery of a “one-and-only-true-love-who-meets-all-sky-high-expectations” sure is a recipe for disappointment, loneliness, self doubt and disaster. 

In reality, lots of people have the potential of becoming a lovin’ partner and it isn’t all roses and sunshine. A future partner might not even tickle all boxes at first glance, let alone those of parents, family, friends and society. In modern times it’s all a matter of trial and error, and a willingness to experience emotional growth. 

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Lyrics
The stories used to say
A prince will come your way
He’ll be coming home

Alone in your bed
Thinking of this man
How d' you know
How will you find
All reasons for doubt

Script in your ball book
It’s written in gold
But you crave to know
Where is your true love

True love

The fairy tales all state
True love it is your fate
He’s your soulmate in your darkest hour

No more pain
In your lover’s arms you’ll finally be whole
Your knight in shining armour
Keeps you safe at night

True love

There was no one who used to say
It doesn’t help to pray
Locked up behind your castle door

There’s someone in your life
But is she the one
She is your lover
Who you adore

Will you know
Will you find
Among millions under the stars
All you crave to understand
Where did the white horse run

True love

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Anna M.
Background vocals & initial idea for the song text topic

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Instruments
• Acoustic & chorus guitars: Ample
• Guitar synth: UVI
• Guitalele: UVI
• Bass guitar: Ezbass
• Pads *)
• Sid mode machine: UVI
• Brass: M-tron pro
• Drums: AD2 + UVI 707
• Chimes: OT Sine

*) Arturia modular / Gforce string machine / UVI Saturn4 / UVI Farfisa polychrome

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Disclaimer
Dorian Urac is the artist name of a real human being with a pulse. Dorian sings, composes, mixes, writes his own lyrics, creates his own artwork and he plays several acoustic, electric and digital instruments. In this production, sampled notes of acoustic instruments are used, arranged into music by Dorian playing a keyboard. The samples come from companies that pay musicians providing content.

Support musicians & creative human beings, instead of soulless AI algorithms that steal our art.

© Dorian Urac 2024

True love

Here we go again! 
It's been quite a while but now we're back with our new song "Our Seeds Came From One Tree"! 
The song was written and recorded by Flight 55, all rights belong to us.

Our Seeds Came From One Tree

I see your silver hair and your smile
So proud yet all the while
Pleased to lead from behind
You always took the time
To let us speak our minds 
So sure that we’d shine

Like glowing embers, I still remember
Love warm and tender
Home was to be near you
That twinkle, that mischievous wink
But gone in a blink
I miss you, I miss you

So many nights, by the phone
You said never walk alone
So you ferried us home
Not a harsh word from your lips
Just the same sound script
And a hug and a kiss

Like glowing embers, I still remember
Love warm and tender
Home was to be near you
That twinkle, that mischievous wink
But gone in a blink
I miss you, I miss you

Now I’ve kids of my own
I see them through your eyes as they grow
You’d have loved them, I know
So I bring you to them instead
An extra kiss to the head
As I put them to bed

Like glowing embers, I still remember
Love warm and tender
Home was to be near you
That twinkle, that mischievous wink
But gone in a blink
I miss you, I miss you

Glowing Embers

Hey folks, welcome to my soundcloud page! 
Over the last few years, I've written and recorded some songs that I'd like to share with you. Why don't you just check them out? :) 
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