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Tags : | Rock | 4.89 MB

Description : A sick love song I wrote...I`d like to thank Ed Cunningam for mixing this one ...You did a great gob my friend.

Description : A dark drum n bass track with metal vox..I rearanged the English translation of a poem written in 1921 by Hristo Smirnenski for the lyrics
and used some awesome loops from spivkurl for this one..thank u man

Tags : | Chill Out | 6.01 MB

Description : I`d like to thank JJWeekz for the awesome vocals she recorded for this track.Feel free to feel the cold erotic touch of this one.Downloads n comments are most welcome.

Tags : | Hip Hop | 6.53 MB

Description : hip hop song feat Buddahman,Kove, Sonny Black, Sweets & Exec. Roc

Tags : | Blues | 5.41 MB

Description : a cover of an awesome song originally by ZZ top here sung by me. THANKS A LOT to The Humps who helped me improve the sound of this track.

Tags : | Country | 3.72 MB

Description : a Johhny Cash cover sung by me.

Tags : | Rock | 1.65 MB

Description : an Elvis(actually a Carl Perkins) cover sung by me.Enjoy!

Tags : | Acoustic | 3.65 MB

Description : A great song originally by Lube here sung by me.
Here are the lyrics in English:

CALL ME QUIETLY BY NAME
Translation by Ana
Call me quietly by name,
Give me spring water to drink.
Will the heart answer, boundless,
Untold, foolish, tender?..
Yet again twilight enters sleepless,
Nodding there are lilac and currant,
Call me, quiet motherland...

Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…
Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…

I know, our meeting will come to pass,
Our separation has prolonged…
Blue crescent is hiding behind the city,
I cannot grieve and cannot cry.
Was it a bell, or a faraway echo
You and me have just passed by,
Made the dust rise up, hoofed around,
Could not even truly see the road…

Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…
Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…

Call me quietly by name,
Give me spring water to drink,
I know, our meeting will come to pass,
I shall return, I shall keep my promise.

Description : awesome pella by Nepaul,beat by me.ENJOY!

Tags : | Electronic | 5.75 MB

Description : Nikola Yonkov Vaptsarov (Bulgarian: Никола Йонков Вапцаров) (7 December 1909 - 23 July 1942) was a Bulgarian[1] poet, communist and revolutionary. He was born in Bansko to a Bulgarian militant father and a Protestant mother. Trained as a machine engineer at the Naval Machinery School in Varna, later Naval Academy, he worked machinist jobs most of his life and wrote in his spare time. His only released book of poetry is Motoring Verses (1940). Because of his underground communist activity against the government of Boris III and the German troops in Bulgaria, he was arrested and executed by a firing squad

The Factory
Written by Nikola Vaptsarov
English translation by Peter Tempest
Music by DJ ShemZee
Recited by Effluence

A factory. Clouds of smoke above.
The people - simple,
the life - hard, boring.
Life with the mask and greasepaint off
is a savage dog snarling.

You must tirelessly fight,
must be tough and persist,
to extract from the teeth
of the angry,
bristling beast
a crust.

Slapping belts in the shed,
screeching shafts overhead,
and the air is so stale
you can't easily
deeply
inhale.

Not far off the spring breeze
rocks the fields, the sun calls...
Leaning skyward
the trees
shade -
the factory walls.

How unwanted,
forgotten
and strange
are the fields!

They
have thrown in the dustbin
the sky and its dreams.

For to stray for a second
or soften your heart,
is to lose to no purpose
your strong
worker's
arm.

You must shout in the clatter
and din of machines
for your words
to pass over.
the spaces between.

I shouted for years -
an eternity...
I gathered the others too shouted in chorus -
the factory,
the machinery
and the man
in the farthest
darkest corner.

This shout forged an alloy of steel
and we armoured our life with its plate.
Just try putting
a spoke on the wheel -
it's your own hand you'll break.
You, factory,
still seek to blind us
with smoke and soot
layer on layer.
In vain! For you teach us to struggle,
we'll bring
the sun
down to us here.

So many
toil-blackened
faces
under your tyranny smart,
but one heart within you tirelessly
beats with a thousand hearts.

Description : ft Buddahman, Silverback,SonnyBlack,YoungDrew

Description : LISTEN

Description : hot tip hop track hope u like it ...i do

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