INTRO_Life is just a Dream

Listen and let the energy of the drums and soundwaves of the mantra come inside and effect.

That's your meditation!!

Om Kleem Hum Gum Namo Narayanaya Mantra For Meditation

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New Dawn Beat

I know a lot of times I feel like I get stuck doing the wrong things, including a few times in my love life. God Bless! I hope you enjoy!
Lyrics and Music by David Trucker
Lyrics
Stuck In The Mud

I am hundreds of miles away
and many towns between us
but I try to find my way back
to you but

Stuck in the mud I try
stuck In the mud I don't lie
Stuck in the mud I try to make it
to the highway so i can drive
straight as an arrow back into
your life and i know it's a long
and windy road

Stuck in the mud i try
stuck in the mud I don't lie
stuck in the mud I try to make
it back into your life

I know I've lied and made you
cry but i do feel sorry inside
no need to hide i want back
into your life

Stuck In The Mud

Bigg RPG & Dirty 3x - winter soldier (prod. by bred)

Greetings, friends, we leave you a preview of what our next release will be after a long break. We hope you move your hair vigorously through the metal and for the metal. Thank you all for your support. Greetings.

i drink in your skull - DEMO 2024

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ángeles caídos

Ministry of Love

Melo The Great × Lou DD - Steppin [Official Audio] .m4a

Swing the blues as we lament about the over-application of Excel in the typical office setting of the engineer.  There are so many great tools to use, but in the end we always find ourselves putting it in Excel  :-(

Lyrics:

I fired up MATLAB, thought I’d code it clean,  
Simulations humming like a well-oiled machine.  
Minitab promised stats with rigor and grace,  
But when the boss asked for charts—Excel took its place.  

All roads lead to Excel, no matter where you start,  
Pivot tables waiting, with formulas in the dark.  
You can dream of Python, or R with its spell,  
But the world keeps turning… all roads lead to Excel.  

I built a model, equations stacked high,  
Monte Carlo dancing, numbers reaching the sky.  
But when it’s time to share with the team down the hall,  
They don’t want code—they want cells they can scroll.  

All roads lead to Excel, the grid we can’t escape,  
Copy-paste salvation, in that familiar shape.  
You can chase precision, with tools that compel,  
But the boss keeps asking… “Can you put it in Excel?”  

Macros whisper secrets, charts in rainbow hues,  
Error bars and scatterplots, the engineer’s muse.  
We curse and we laugh, but we know it too well,  
Every path we wander… leads back to Excel.  

All roads lead to Excel, it’s the engineer’s fate,  
From stress-strain curves to budgets we create.  
You can fight the current, but time will always tell,  
No matter the journey… all roads lead to Excel.  


All Roads Lead to Excel (engineer's fate)

A long road is ahead. The journey is only beginning.

The journey begins

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