Pas à pas

Rainfall and a haunting melody, born from the ecological devastation wrought by Vale's Rio Doce catastrophe. A predicted tragedy, echoing through communities surrounding Brazil's mines.

It’s gonna rain, the dry land will soak.
It’s coming down, the dam will provoke.
It’s the law, we’ll pay the toll.

It’s gonna burn if the earth gets too hot.
We’re gonna lose if the water won’t drop.
It’s the law, don’t let it rot.

Can we still believe in this land,
That elects mining tycoons as eco-grads?
Miners who killed the people,
Who killed the rivers’ soul,
Who turned into mud what God once made whole.

Is it worth it? Will it be worth it?

Rise again, from ashes to bloom.
Learn to care, before it’s our doom.
To live, to breathe.
To live, to breathe.

Without nature, life will fade.
If we don’t start now, nothing will be saved.

Rain

Original by The Police - Walking on the moon (1979)

[Verse]
Giant steps is what she takes
Hold her hand up in the moon
She hopes her legs don't break
Her hair glitters in the moon
We could walk together
Dancing in the moon
We could talk forever
Walking on, walking on the moon

Walking back from her house
Hold her hand up in the moon
Walking back from her house
Her hair glitters in the moon
Feet, they hardly touch the ground
Dancing in the moon
Her feet don't hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon

[Chorus]
Some may say
She's wishing her days away
No way
And if it's the price she pays
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
She stays
She may as well play

[Bridge]
Giant steps is what she takes
Hold her hand up in the moon
She hopes her legs don't break
Her hair glitters in the moon
She could walk forever
Dancing in the moon
We could be together
Walking on, walking on the moon

[Pre-Chorus]
Some may say
She's wishing her days away
No way
And if it's the price she pays
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
She stays
She may as well play

[Outro]
Keep it up, keep it up
Keep it up, keep it up
Keep it up, keep it up
Keep it up, keep it up
Keep it up, keep it up

Cover by Amarya Illude

Walking On The Moon

Ninety nine air balloons
When the lies come raining down

like every dry season comes the massoon
All the ugly will perish, the truth will wear the crown

Ninety nine air balloons
The earth will be flat(once again) 
and ships will be crashing down(no more crazy captains)

No one on the helm a cruise to no mans land
No more control, no more rules to bend

Ninety nine air balloons
Your burden is lifted
This curse, on this earth, shifted(Hold on my dear)

Ninety nine air balloons
When the lies come raining down

like every dry season comes the massoon
All the ugly will perish, the truth will wear the crown

Ninety nine air balloons
So many beautiful colors but colorless
Like music it doesn't discriminate

Ninety nine air balloons
No more borders only free states.

A small nod to the song 
Nena 99 Luftballons (1983)

Lyrics by Amarya Illude

99 Air Balloons

for the ones that feel they never get seen authentically. 

Blue_Vase

USED TO KNOW.mp3

MAN UP

Slow vibe singing moody song i made yesterday.
Been sick and in hiding. enjoy.

Falling_Down_Moody

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Music by Hurtful Junez
Recorded @ Studio B 

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CAN THE IRISHMAN HAVE
IF HES LEFT TO HIS DEVICES ALL DAY?

Rock On Mother Fuckers

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Black Dark Humor is a sad poem about the routine of life in a big city like São Paulo. A difficult day in the life of an ordinary Paulistano, facing work and dealing with the chaos of the city. A day when the earth stood still.

Black Dark Humor
Close the door, turn off the light;
The dream has just begun...
Another blinding day of heat,
And burning flames...
Last month hasn’t ended yet;
Time is just a shadow...
Through these hazy days, I agonize,
Then beg for mercy...

Have some pity on me;
I’m both devout and crude.
Sentenced to twenty years
In the penitentiary of boredom...
Now and then I try, at last,
To sigh without a thought...
To drown my feelings deep inside,
Then take off and fly.

It’s six o’clock, the morning’s here,
Yet the rooster never crows...
But my stern, responsible self
Shakes me up to rise again.
The bell tolls, I hide the sky,
A sky that bears no light...
The world still turns, yet somehow,
It stopped spinning for me...

Black Dark Humor (Negro Humor Negro)

Eugene

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