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Semente

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: production, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Not So Fast (Falsestart/QB Bills)

Cast of players:
SuZanne: David Copperfield
The Candies: James Steerforth, Markham, Grainger & Mrs Crupp

Listen to SuZanne at www.korima.net.

Lofty Castle
A lofty castle of my own
Like Crusoe pulls up the ladder to be alone
Steerforth, he is our guiding star
Inns of molten blue; that’s our repertoire
“Fill full your cups”

I hear the squawk of corkscrew sound
Long before it’s needed for the next maroon round
I’ve laughed at my own jokes all night
How town sharpens an appetite

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Vast truths that mortals seldom” found

I heard someone fall down the stairs
False reports the tumbler was in fact truly yours
Perhaps there’s foundation after all
I’m on my back on the passage floor

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“But still we held as time flew by”

Who’s that smoking right by the fireplace? It was me!
Who’s that leaning out of the window? It was me!
Contemplate their self in the mirror? That was me too!

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Drink to me only with your eyes”

Lofty Castle

video here : https://youtu.be/c6CZq2fupJQ

Waiting for dawn

She's waiting for dawn when the dewdrops will sit, on every blade of grass and the sky will be lit.... 
with just enough light, to see but not be seen, as she disappears softly just like a wakened dream.

She clutches her bag, her hands start to shake, as the panic grows her will starts to break.
A few more minutes more, another cup of tea and she'll leave this sad life and finally be free.

My blood on your hands.
too many times, too many times, you have broken me down.
Tears on my face, as you creep nearer, your breath loaded as I make no sound.

She stands at the door breathing in the fresh air, She knows deep down its the last chance if she dares. 
No more telling lies, no more scared for her life, no more breaks and bruises. 
No more being his wife.

My blood on your hands
too many times, too many times, you have broken me down.
Tears on my face, as I run faster, my heart thumping as I leave this place.

( original song I wrote based on a woman trying to escape her abusive husband. I started writing this with this visual in my mind but also used my own experiences of a past abusive relationship and the feeling of being frozen/trapped based on abuse I experienced as a child)

Waiting for dawn...mp3

Drum samples Senf senfsuck psychedelic
Video
https://youtu.be/OmRCCRpkW6o

Supersenf 1 / video

I composed it with the image of an orange sky!☀️✨
(オレンジ色の空をイメージして作曲しました！)
thank you for listening！👍！
DAW: Cubase pro 12

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Orange Days

Made in Ableton

Genres;
#Electronic
#EDM
#Experimental

Onwards To Glory

Upbeat unreleased version of 'Solar Samba' (WBE 2019)

SOLAREX2

Bassorama Slap Hop Time is composed by Glenn Ray Ryeridge 2019.
Vocal bits by Special Cecilia and various furry funkers.
Listening a lot to Marcus Miller i appriciate the fact that a bass guitar can be the main attraction and principal engine of a song
Ray.

Bassorama Slap Hop Time (Vocals by Special Cecilia and the Furry Funkers)

Texte Français et Google traduction

TANT DE TANT
Tant de distance, de kilomètres,
Et cette absence qui prend la tête !
Se voir au loin, s’imaginer,
Et n’être enfin que séparé.

Tant de désirs gardés en soi,
Même si l’av’nir nous les donn’ra !
Il faut chasser tous ces démons
Qui font douter au plus profond.

Tant de souffrances à l’intérieur,
De coups de lance perçant le cœur !
Et plus il saigne à rendre vie,
Moins ne s’éteignent les voeux d’envie.

Tant de temps, de temps perdu,
Sans pour autant on s aime plus !
On se fait signe et on s’appelle,
Par quelques lignes que l’on veut belles.

Tant de ces manques marqués de vide
Que l’on se planque sans être lucide,
Et qui reviennent à chaque instant,
Remuer la peine dans nos dedans.

Tant de coupures pour notre amour,
Et de blessures plus chaque jour,
Qu’il faut panser à l’eau d’espoir,
Cicatriser pour mieux se voir.

Tant de larmes dans nos yeux,
Comme des flammes qui donnent le feu,
S’en vont mourir le long des joues,
Pour mieux se dire…. et bientôt nous.

Tant de temps, de temps perdu,
Sans pour autant on s aime plus !
On se fait signe et on s’appelle,
Par quelques lignes que l’on veut belles.

SO MANY
So much distance, kilometers,
And this absence which takes the lead!
See yourself in the distance, imagine yourself,
And finally to be separated.

So many desires kept in oneself,
Even if the future will give them to us!
We must cast out all these demons
Which cause deep doubts.

So much suffering inside,
Heart-piercing spear shots!
And the more it bleeds to bring life,
Fewer wishes of envy go out.

So much time, wasted time,
Without, however, we love each other more!
We wave and call each other,
By a few lines that we want to be beautiful.

So many of these void-marked gaps
That we hide without being lucid,
And who keep coming back every moment,
Stir the pain in our hearts.

So many cuts for our love,
And more injuries every day
That we must heal with the water of hope,
Healing to see yourself better.

So many tears in our eyes,
Like flames that give fire,
Will die down the cheeks,
To better say…. and soon us.

So much time, wasted time,
Without, however, we love each other more!
We wave and call each other,
By a few lines that we want to be beautiful.

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