The title is true. It was common for the Greeks back then to be practically naked when doing sporting events, or even dramatic plays. I don't know why, but i think it's something to do with god.

The track itself is a mix of oldschool Jungle and New School Drum and Bass, complete with thick 9th chords, a 303 doing all sorts of modulation, and a Bossa Nova type sample, from a guy named Lee Ritenour. The arrangement is kind of split into section, each complete with it's own syncopated riff and or bassline, as well as a breakdown in the middle where it goes glitchy and crazy. I'm not sure if everything is synced to pitch, but that's because i have perfect pitch, others might not pick up on it. Either way it's funky and different, so enjoy!

Lucas Guimaraes here. y'all know what to expect from me by now. that's right, another 3 minutes of stoner/sludge/doom metal/rock/doom

open to constructive feedback. I had fun making this.

Craters dim, they mend inside my skull,
Your echo flees where my heart’s stretched and full.

Each knot a stone, rewinding into the blaze,
I shun your touch, you’re a flame I’ve erased.

Convergent chains, they rust above the voids,
Every lock a balm that builds and joins.
I’m free to sink, where silence screams my shame,
A lasting ash, reborn in noisy claim.

Solar mud, it clots where oaths revive,
In ampitheatre’s hush, our lies collide.
Paths collide, their deserts push me high,
Your call ignites in sands I’ll always dry.

Each oath a rift, a lie we must complete.
My core’s a drought, it floods in finite cage,
A lasting ash, reborn in noisy claim.
Rip me loose, where atoms never meet

8-bit woop woop

this was a bit messy putting it together but I had fun despite some wonky areas

After dealing with a bunch of technical issues and unexpected shit (just to vary a bit lol), here's this weird, nonsensical thing. I can't think of any proper title but this sounds like someone is going to get killed.

Cover of "Open Arms" by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Polities voice sung by NovaVT and Raphaelle Chronobell
Odysseus voice sung by ColoradoWeeks

Instruments and Mix by Meistr

to you it's an enclosure

down here we're in the wild

here for your entertainment

feed your belly and feast your eyes

the joker makes them laugh 

the actor makes them cry

i'm a man without talent

i'll entertain them when i die

treats for growing belly 

feast for tired eyes

never pays to be a winner

just delays the day you die