Mundi 22022022

don't lie...
you don't have my fingerprints on you..
I didn't touch you...
and don't touch me...

it's a game...

and don't ask.. questions...
so many answers..

do you hear?..

how my -"no" sounds..

I know -
who you are.
calling into oblivion..

- you are not a Demon..

you are also rushing about...
and if you say a spell -
nothing will change..

I watch...

how greedily you build
a house of cards -
the next one...

but I will not enter it..

what to say?
it would be better if we dreamed of each other..

let me remember -...
scars appeared
before or after you..

now
I know -
no need to die
every time.
when
the level is not completed --
this is a game...

in it for a long time
I crashed against your closedness.

- so as not to be mistaken:
I know-
if I hide - I will not see myself

and you always -
were tempted
languidly..

but
there is something important -
more than you and me..
more than a game
in the dark...

and don't lie...
you don't have my fingerprints on you..
I didn't touch you...
and you don't touch me...

this is a game...


не лги...
на тебе нет отпечатков моих пальцев..
я тебя не касалась...
и ты меня не касайся ...


это игра ...

и не задавай ..   вопросов ...
есть так много ответов..

 слышишь ?   ..

как звучит моё -" нет"..

знаю - 
кто ты.
к небытию
призывающий..

- ты не Демон..

ты тоже мечешься...
и если заклинание скажешь -
ничего не изменится..

я смотрю ...

как жадно ты строишь 
 карточный домик -
следующий...

но в него не войду ..

что сказать?
 лучше бы мы друг другу приснились ..


дай вспомнить -...
шрамы появились 
 до или после тебя..


теперь 
знаю  -
не надо умирать 
каждый раз .
когда
уровень не прошла  --
это - игра...


в ней давно 
разбилась о твою закрытость
- чтоб не делать  ошибок...

знаю-
если спрячусь   -  не увижу себя 

 а  ты всегда -
искушал
томно..

но
есть что то важное -
большее чем ты и я ..
больше чем игра
 в тёмную...


и не лги...
на тебе нет отпечатков моих пальцев..
я тебя не касалась...
и ты меня не касайся ...

это игра ...

scars.

take care

I believe the world is swinging from the start of history. It goes left and right. Today's winner may become a looser tomorrow. 

Written and performed by Kyo.

To the left, to the right,
the pendulum is swinging.
From a past that's so bright,
to a future slinging.

We don't know the reason why,
echoes of voices in fight.
Innovations push us up,
and they pull us down.

Ooo pendulum swings
Ooo see what it brings

One says live, another says die,
conflicts in their eyes.
One day laugh, next day sigh,
under the same skies.

We don't know the reason why,
voices echo but distracting.
Like distant stars ignoring 
and attracting.

Ooo pendulum swings
Ooo see what it brings

For the dance of butterflies, embracing liberal vibes,
The lion roars in guardian ways,
to keep the order of old tribes.

We don't know the reason why,
they hate each other.
But look at gravity a constant force,
an eternal orbital course.

Ooo pendulum swings
Ooo see what it brings

Pendulum

Techniques used are:  Vocal Chopping 

This composition is a true story..... he has emerged again..... 

Vocals & Lyrics by Heidi-Marie

They try to bury truth
six feet deep
Whisper about the past
while the shadows
Creep

But we the echoes rising
from the concrete floor

Don't let him forget
what he did before

Every scar, every name, etched in the flame
Don't let him forget
Keep callling his name

Remember empty promises
painted in gold
The stories that shattered
left us out in the cold
He walked away clean,
hands washed in the fake

While we picked up the pieces, 
for goodness sake

Now he stands on a platform
preaching a brand new lie
But the cracks in his foundation
reaching for the sky

We were there in the trenches
felt the bitter sting
Now our voices unite,
the truth we going to bring

They try to rewrite history
spin it around like we ain't got the receipts
the documented sound
Each broken vow,
each underhanded deal

The pain that we carried, 
how it felt so real

He built his empire on the backs of the weak
Thought silence was golden
the secret's we'd keep
But the fire's ignited,
can't be contained no more

Knocking on his gilded door,
settling the score,
settling the score

From the whispers in hallways to shouts in the street
The memory's alive, can't admit defeat
Every face that he wronged,
every tear that fell
A story that's burning, a story to tell
He might try to erase it,
buy it deep inside
But the truth has its roots, nowhere to hide

So we stand as a witness
a united front
Planting the flag 
so he can't abscond

Time might fade
but the scars remain
A constant reminder of the hurt and the pain
We carry the weight, the lessons we learned
Now its his turn to feel the tables are turned

They try to bury truth six feet deep
Whisper about the past
while the shadows creep
But we the echoes rising
from the concrete floor
Don't let him forget what he did before
Every scar, every name,
etched in the flame
Don't let him forget
Keep Calling his name


An original production
Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia
Artwork:  #arapamusicstudiosydney

Don't Let Him Forget - But The Truth Has It?

Hooking up with Kimbo again its always a great pleasure to mix Blues & Electronic music together  hope you enjoy this weeks mix we look forward to you checking in. Please take time to check out Kimbo at: https://soundcloud.com/user-531942986

Broken Ice

noxpox - shepherds delight

I'm so angry man. The indifference people show on this planet is sickening. Towards suffering. Towards individuals trying to be themselves and trying to make a difference. I'll never give this up but I think I need to step aside from it for a bit because it's getting too depressing watching my work get pissed all over by the people I know...
There's so much indifference I can guarantee you none of them will read this. I work harder then anyone at anything at this... But noone close to me gives a shit... It's fucking hard to take man... I've bottled this for years and never said it but now that I'm actually trying it just intensifies...

maybe I am just a dickhead after all that talks shite all the time! 

Maybe living by your truth just isn't fucking worth it... For the record I'm not talking anything silly. I love my life and the universe will take it whenever it decides.... But I'm sick of indifference towards real love

Fake as Fuck (RAW)

mud morning

Finding Out

Meet Mark Landry.  (I appologize for having changed the Title, his name.)

Mark now knows that some of his music is on Soundcloud, and I'm trying to help him out a little about access to all that stuff.  He's a swell guy.  I was supposed to meet him yesterday (2021/08/21) to record some more, but I had a previous engagement.  When I went to our aborted recording session yesterday he wasn't there.  I had to go.  We'll do some more in the near future.  He can now call me to let me know when he's about to go to play, so that I can get my recording gear and show up.

Hugs & Kisses

[OLD]
This is the sound of a man I have crossed many times in the past few years, playing the violin and signing, on the sidewalk somewhere in Hochelaga, a neighbourhood of Montreal.  This time I had my machine with me, so I asked him if I could record some more of what he was playing and he agreed.  We convened to meet him again the next day, but he didn't show.  He seemed genuinely enthusiastic about the prospect of having his songs on the Internet, and he seemed coherent enough to me.  I will run into him again, in the spring at the latest, and get all the info he wishes to share.  Bob is an American expatriate.

Broken Ice

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