just another instrumental; a kafeneion is a traditional Greek coffee house, where people - mostly men- used to meet and talk, drink coffee and play tavli = backgammon;  so the title means "in the coffee house"

Sto Kafeneio

This track sounds like a fusion between Logic and Nas

October Pack

Logic

Bring It Back

"Kings Without Crowns" is a dark, cinematic journey into the illusions of power, false prophets, and the human need to believe — even when the truth hides behind the curtain.
With poetic lyrics, dramatic soundscapes, and an emotionally charged performance, Project Isolar paints a vivid portrait of a world where reason surrenders its throne and fear crowns the unworthy.

Kings without crowns

Stay In Ya Lane

Stay In Ya Lane (feat. StReSs1508)

Meat Head 2

The phrase Thy kingdom come is part of the Lord’s Prayer, a prayer that Jesus taught His disciples (and all future servants of His kingdom) as a pattern for prayer.In Luke 11:1, the disciples observed Jesus praying and wished to learn from Him how to pray. They recognized that Jesus’ day-to-day actions flowed from His intimate prayer life with God, and they wanted their lives to reflect the same. So Jesus taught them this model prayer: “Whenever you pray, say, Father, your name be honored as holy. Your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins, for we ourselves also forgive everyone in debt to us. And do not bring us into temptation” (Luke 11:2–4, CSB).A fuller version of the Lord’s Prayer features in Matthew 6:9–15 as part of Jesus’ extensive teachings in the Sermon on the Mount. In both passages, Jesus includes the statement Thy kingdom come.

Let Thy Kingdom Come

Yo, stay real to the bone like marrow,
Always had to watch my back, like my shadow,
Pussies wanna catch me at the lights like Harrow,
Switch it on 'em, got 'em starin' down the barrel.

Shit was never easy for a G, I was really in the street,
Tryna be all I can be, make some quarters from a key,
Man talk like they’re deep, but they shallow,
You ain't never been snitched on and had to switch on Caro.

Petrol bomb a yard, late night, fuck Caro,
Stupid old bitch, I was tryna feed my fammo,
She might understand if she saw my situation,
When I hit the roadside, there was hesitation.

But I did what I had to do for my situation,
So if it’s for the fam, fuck it, no limitations,
Man will leave him shaven, broken, man will break him,
Leave him on the curb, in a pile of blood, shakin'.

English yute, big zoot, but the roots ain’t Jamaican,
And that's how we deal with frustration,
Man want me sittin' in a ward, summertime bakin',
That's why I've been like "fuck 'em all" lately.

Pockets went slim like Shady,
If it weren't for the gym, swear I woulda went crazy,
But fuck stayin' home, bein' lazy,
Sittin' on the sofa, drinkin' Baileys.

I be outside like a stray dog with rabies,
Tellin' me she love me, babes, I’ve been livin' ugly,
And I can't be your man, tryna bang and get this money,
One man gang, but still loyal like Sully.

From the jungle, every day we used to rumble like your tummy,
Pussy comes last, but it’s my number one hobby,
I’m in and out fast, bareback with no Johnny,
I ain't even sorry for the hearts that I’ve broken.

Lovin' me's like throwin' your heart in the ocean,
From the start, man been rollin' like somethin's to be proven,
So even when I took L's, I was never losing,
I learn and move on, get some more food gone.

Been on road for too long, need to sing a new song,
Ain't no discounts on road, freebies or coupons,
Try talk to these yutes, but most of them are too gone,
I just cruise on, keep my ting certified.

Bad memories, past tragedies left me hurt inside,
It’s a dirty life, but we’re tryna go wide,
Stay real to the bone, no matter the ride,
Always watch my own back, through the lows and the highs.

Yo, stay real to the bone like marrow,
Always had to watch my back, like my shadow,
Pussies wanna catch me at the lights like Harrow,
Switch it on 'em, got 'em starin' down the barrel.

Shit was never easy for a G, I was really in the street,
Tryna be all I can be, make some quarters from a key,
Man talk like they’re deep, but they shallow,
You ain't never been snitched on and had to switch on Caro.

Petrol bomb a yard, late night, fuck Caro,
Stupid old bitch, I was tryna feed my fammo,
She might understand if she saw my situation,
When I hit the roadside, there was hesitation.


Prayers & Paranoia [Demo]

Misery

Flame

A Quiet Acceptance

Over many years of songwriting in a number of bands, a huge pool of unused and partially rejected material accumulated. I thought it was a shame to let this material die, because a lot of love, passion and time went into it. At some point I began to collect this unpublished material from various sources such as old tapes, DAW-projects, rehearsal room recordings, tablature, etc. and listen to it again and again. Since I still really liked a lot of it and, with the exception of my main band “Here I Vanish”, all of the bands, some of them quite successful, were gone, I decided to finally release my music on my own. And, as the last survivor, what name would be more apt than “Where Giants Fall I Rise”.

This is major league instrumental Melodic Death Metal

A Quiet Acceptance

Where Giants Fall I Rise

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