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An Ordinary Day Whit the Roch

Around The West Coast

The feeling of bliss after you emerge from a depressive spell can be intense, you may feel "bulletproof" or "reborn". This feeling is not to be taken for granted however.... 
Watch on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MG6BK7RJuYg&list=PL5z6HsIsm9IBDgI3Ol_qjeSZPDc62RVsY&index=3

Equality

Reborn

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

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greetings, a big hug, this song is dedicated to all my followers, for you Acade Funk
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Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

Gave you my words, they were a
port to my heart.
But you chose the gate that was closed from the start.
I have traveled the miles to escape what you did
And in the end, I haven’t learned anything.


Chorus:

Miss my high again!
Miss my high again!
Miss my high again!
Miss my high,
High,high,high
Miss my high!
Miss my high
Miss my high

These eyes only know, how I handle the pain
And in those deep rivers
Can’t notice the rain 
Of tears that I hid to the tears that I have cried
With faith when I am drinking that water of life

Gave you my words, they were a
port to my heart.
But you chose the gate that was closed from the start.
I've traveled the miles to escape what you did
And in the end, I haven’t learned anything.

Chorus:

Miss my high again!
Miss my high again!
Miss my high again!
Miss my high,
High,high,high
Miss my high!
Miss my high
Miss my high

Miss My High!

"The Truth Is..." is a piece in 4 movements, with the band taking ownership of the composition for their respective part supported by the Heima Kvartett's strings.

See if you can work out which part was composed by which musician!

The band are:

Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards
Lisbeth Heima - Violin
Sif Árnadóttir - Violin
Natasha Guðmundsdóttir - Viola
Ída Sigurðardóttir - Cello

The Truth Is.. by Laxá

Se Vale Llorar "La canción en la que pienso cada vez que algo tremendo  sucede. La verdad más valiente detrás de las lágrimas."

https://www.instagram.com/edu.obourke/

"Soy un músico y compositor cubano que trae la música desde la cuna. Toco la guitarra gracias a mi padre. Tan incierto es el arte que acabé estudiando psicología en la universidad y eso me ha ayudado a entenderme y apreciar de otros modos a las personas y las emociones que me mueven a crecer. Desde niño me gustaba escribir canciones, pero recién en 2023 decidí exponer mks canciones. ¡Que fluya la música!"

Se Vale Llorar Lyrics 

Un cambio radical
Que me inunda la cabeza
El ciclo natural
Uno acaba y otro empieza

¿Dónde están las mariposas?
No llegaron pa' quedarse
Cargo el aura tormentosa
Y dolorosas realidades

Se vale llorar
No es pecado desnudar
El alma frente al mar
No es errado amar

Tan dentro en la ciudad
Me desborda la certeza
Aprendo a caminar
Respirando la inocencia

Siempre llega silenciosa
La verdad de lo olvidado
La vida tan caprichosa
Nos unió para alejarnos

Se vale llorar
No es pecado desnudar
El alma frente al mar
No es errado amar

Se Vale LLorar

Se Vale Llorar - Edu O'Bourke

prelude

Perfect Place

Orgasmotron

A cover of Massive Attack's 1994 song 'Protection'

Protection

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