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artistbookings · 6 months
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Moussa & Wassado - African Music
Born in Mali, now based in Sydney, Moussa is an iconic once-in-a-generation guitarist, singer and composer. Playing the “Wassoulou” style of music from the Bougouni area of Mali, fused with elements of Malian, Congolese, Highlife, Afro Beat, Cuban, Blues, and Jazz, his career has been storied and groundbreaking. Alongside his Malinese musical peers and bandmates Salif Kieta and Toumani Diabite, Moussa has been one of the artists instrumental in bringing African and ‘World’ music to the Western mainstream. 
With an impressive list of sold-out headline shows under his belt and festival credits ranging from Womadelaide and Woodford Folk Festival to Darwin Festival, Bellingen Festival, Mullum Music Fest, and Illawarra Folk Festival, Moussa has recorded 3 albums while living in Australia.
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drum Kit, Keyboard, Percussion
Music Genre: Afro Groove, Afro Blues, Afro Funk, Cocktail Music, Jazz
Size: Duo to Quintet
Setlist: Moussa & Wassado
Buy Music: Spotify
Hire For: Weddings, Parties, Corporate Functions, Events
Equipment Supplied: No (Need access to power and PA)
Languages: English, French
Covered by the Artist Bookings 100% reschedule/replace/refund guarantee
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ilyricshub · 2 years
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Allah Maaf Kare Lyrics - Amrit Maan
#AllahMaafKre #AmritMaan #TehzeebHafi #AnkitaSharma #DesiCrew
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lyricsgoal · 2 years
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Allah Maaf Kre Lyrics - Amrit Maan
#AllahMaafKre #AmritMaan
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anthonysperkins · 7 months
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Mahmood Cocktail d'amore (2023) dir. Torso
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haveyouheardthisband · 6 months
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luvtonique · 1 month
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"I'll Be Kind" by Jay "Luv" Tonique Lyrics by Jay "Luv" Tonique Generated using Suno
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Hi all!
This is the first released track on an AI generated album I'm making called "Art of Visual Intelligence."
Each song, so far, has taken an average of 6 hours to create, using lyrics hand-written by yours truly, and fine-tuning the AI so every roughly 30 seconds properly follows my prompts and sounds just like I want.
While I'm sure anyone will go "Eww he's just making AI music by just typing in 'Make Song' and hitting 'Go'" I assure you there is a LOT of work that goes into fine tuning these tracks.
And it costs money, too!
I hope you enjoy this track, which is one of many, many, many tracks I've made over the last few days.
I'll be releasing the album as each image and lyric-video is completed.
Love you all!
~Jay
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eptileeikala · 21 days
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May 2024
📍Athens
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bzzrk · 7 months
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the-myrna-loy-blog · 22 days
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"Did I get thinkin’ I was Myrna Loy?"
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It was just a birthday party Out to have some innocent fun And when I wasn’t lookin’ it slipped up on me And now the damage is done. Oh…
Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy Did I get thinkin’ I was Myrna Loy Did I get minglin’ with the hoi polloi Boy did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Did I get clubbin’ with the guy with Jack He wound up givin’ me a piggy back He had me swingin’ on the chandelier Boy did I get tighter than a mouse’s ear
Edie was a lady A lady was right I thought I was a lady Until last night. But …
Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy Did I get sailing with the ship ahoy And going home I met a sweet convoy Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Oho, oho, oh ho ho ho I really wasn’t thinkin’ When I started into drinkin’ And I wound up gettin’ stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
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oatbugs · 1 month
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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heich0e · 2 months
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i'm going to a club for a friend's birthday tonight and you would literally think i'm going to the guillotine the way i'm moping around morosely in the lead-up
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x-heesy · 3 months
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𝙻𝚘𝚅𝚎
𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚕 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚖 „𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢“ 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 2024 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝙵𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 & 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚊, 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊 (𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚃𝚞𝚋𝚎)
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anthonysperkins · 7 months
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Mahmood Cocktail d'amore (2023) dir. Torso
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haveyouheardthisband · 2 months
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭
No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks
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I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.
You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.
That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"
The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.
"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.
You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.
"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.
You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.
"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.
It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.
"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"
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jon-decor · 8 months
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Give me a call if you ever get lonely
I’ll be like one of your girls or your homies
Say what you want, and I’ll keep it a secret
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