#ebony steel band

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Encarta 97 World Music Tour Calypso Music and Steel Drum

1997

Stills taken from Youtube, user RollOnToVictory

Video found on Youtube, user Carpface

one of my favorites!!!! I loved Encarta!!! I still listen to this song.

[musicwithoutborders]

Ebony Steel Band, Computer World I Pan Machine, 2019

[theoszczepanski]

Ebony Steel Band - Pan Machine

[miscpav]

Ebony Steel Band, "Tour de France" (Kraftwerk cover)

Full album Pan-Machine: YouTube, Spotify

[the-elder-polls]

i apologize for the slightly unorthodox style of this poll -- once again, tumblr's 12 max options for polls limits me and i have to work around it. thank you to anonymous for the suggestion!

[tvreadsandsleep]

» Dom!Okoye + Sub!Attuma || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » On His Knees #1 «

“We don’t have all day. Get on with it,” his mistress moaned, her pleasure underlined by the steel in her voice and the firm—borderline painful, just how he liked it—grasp she had on his hair.

Attuma could worship at the altar of her pussy all day: down on his knees until they were rubbed raw, and his face and chest were covered in her juices. He’d dreamt of just that, in fact, taking his erection in hand, on nights when they were separated, as he smothered his nose in the panties he’d managed to steal from her possession. (If she found out she would discipline him, but the idea of punishment hadn’t quelled his thievery, Attuma yearning to one day feel the sting of her flog.)

As usual, though, she was correct. Attuma was to attend a briefing with K’uk’ulkan in less than an hour, and Okoye was scheduled to meet with Princess Shuri regarding her Midnight Angel suit. They were both busy, esteemed citizens of their nations, sought after by their leaders and fellow residents.

Regardless and above all else, they still made time for this and for each other, Attuma needing the release from her stern, yet loving hand, and Okoye quenching her urge to dominate and ruin him, in the most carnal of ways, before piecing him back together. Their relationship had started off centering on sex, but with time, and much prodding on his part, had developed into more. She now allowed him access to her heart, in addition, to the treasure between her legs, and, with her acceptance, Attuma felt comfortable sharing his yearning for pain and submission. She’d stepped up, thrilled that her own secret longings were mirrored in his.

Now knelt in front of her, arms tied behind his back, Attuma put his nose and tongue to work to bring about her completion. Okoye, who was partially reclined on her kitchen table, had her legs spread open (the remains of their lunch spewed around her). One hand fisted in his hair, she used it to pull him closer to her core, putting an end to the teasing circles he’d been making about her clit with his nose.

Unable to resist her desires, he followed her instruction. His tongue delved onto her pussy, its broad expanse licking over her entire vulva before concentrating on her entrance. He lapped at her essence, savoring the taste of her on his tongue as he inhaled her heady scent.

He felt dizzy for a moment, overwhelmed by her complete domination of his senses: the sound of her moans rang clear in his ears, the skin of her thighs felt smooth and delicate as they brushed against his face, the sting from her hold on his hair caused a light tremor to work its way up his back and when he strained his eyes up to her, he was pleased to find her looking at him. Her ebony stare bright with ecstasy. It all worked to heighten his arousal, his cock a steel band inside his pants. Had his upper extremities been free, he would have fucked his fist while he devoured her snatch.

As it was, he kept his full concentration on her. He laved his lips and tongue in her juices, and brushed his lips against her labia, penetrating her entrance as though he were kissing the lips on her face. Heedless of their time constraint, he didn’t rush, stroking inside of her and stimulating her entire passageway. His tongue’s length reached areas deep within her, causing breathtaking pleasure that brought her nearer to her precipice.

“Attuma,” she panted. “Make me come now.” And he did, his tongue fondling her spot before withdrawing to drag against her clitoris then suck the bundle of nerves into his mouth.

Okoye screamed with her climax, her nails digging into Attuma’s scalp and carrying him near to his own end. However, he held off, knowing that whatever Okoye gave him would be far better.

He moved from her pussy, transfixed as he watched her folds—dripping and glistening, moistened by her essence and his saliva. He would have dived back in, but Okoye shifted her position. Pushing him back, she sat upright on the table’s edge. He pouted but was contented by the caress of her fingers upon his cheek.

“That was good, Attuma,” she praised, brushing her thumb over his lips. “Stand up.”

He quickly complied, graceful despite not having the use of his arms.

“I want to ride your cock, but we haven’t the time,” Okoye said mournfully while she stroked him through his pants.

All Attuma could do was moan, his head bowed and muscles working to hold himself still. He imagined Okoye tying him to her bed and fucking him. She would use him to come as many times as she pleased while he begged her to allow his release. His dick pulsed, his hips humping once into her hand despite his best efforts. He chanced a glance at her face, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“It’s okay, Attuma. You can come,” she permitted. Her hand sped up its movement, becoming more forceful against the fabric of his pants until he came, groaning his completion as the cloth became wet with his semen.

His body trembling, Okoye took him into her arms. She worked on untying the rope bound around his arms while he breathed into her neck. He rubbed his cheek against hers, moaning softly in her ear when he felt her massaging his, now free, extremities, working out any kinks and encouraging the blood to flow to parts previously impeded by the binds.

“Was that…okay?” she asked, setting aside the part of her personality that came to the forefront during their play. “Were the ropes too tight?”

Attuma lifted his head. Taking in the worry expressed in the arch of her brows, he kissed her.

“They were perfect,” he gave her another kiss, this one deeper as his hand came to rest on her waist.

Okoye indulged him, relaxing in his embrace, but eventually placed her palms against his chest, halting the intoxicating press of his lips.

“I would love to continue this, but we really don’t have the time. Your meeting starts soon and you have to clean up and change before going.”

Attuma grimaced, the uncomfortable feel of his cooling sperm breaking through his senses.

“Yes,” he gave her one last peck. “But please promise that you will use me later. I wish for you to fasten my arms and legs to your bedposts.” His eyes pleaded, imploring her to agree.

“Only if you’re a good boy,” she teased before swatting him on his ass and sending him on his way.

[sotiriabellou]

been gothmaxxing lately and one of the bands ive been listening to is type o negative and while i do like their music can i just say.ik peter steele was like a sex symbol but i find the way he tries to do the deep sexy voice thing so funny like he kind of sounds ridiculous 2 me especially since most type o negative songs are like her name was darkness dementia ravenway she had ebony black hair ans liked really freaky sex😈😈😈😈😈👹😏😏like it just sounds goofy imo.

[woodishsa]

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[theworldofmycreations]

My twentieth revamped Power Rangers OC!

-

Skyler “Sky” Jane Dillard

Age: 12

DOB: June 3rd, 2007

Occupation: Seventh Grader, Purple Beast Morpher Ranger, Lead Guitarist, and Singer of the School Band “The Riptides”.

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Harvey (Best Friend, Drummer of the School Band “The Riptides”), Devon, Ravi, Zoey, Nate, Steel

Family: Lila (Mom, Writer), Gavin (Dad, Army Seal Cadet), Vinnie (Older Brother, 17), Garfield (Pet Orange Tabby Cat)

Likes: Playing the Electric Guitar, Rollerblading, Playing in her School Band, Basketball, Rock and Roll Music, Surfing, Doodling in her Notebook

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Food: Hot Dogs

Skin Color: Light Medium Almond

Hair Color: Ebony Black

Eye Color: Kelly Green

Appearance: Her ebony hair is tied in a high ponytail with a pink hair tie. She wears a purple and white ringer t-shirt with a peace sign, a navy blue skirt, and brown boots. There is a dimple on her left cheek.

Facts

-She has big dreams of becoming a rockstar and touring with a band when she gets older

-She met Harvey in fourth grade and they bonded over their love of music

-Even though her brother is seventeen, they are truly the best of friends

-Her zord is a purple Tiger racer sword

-She and her dad have hot cocoa dates every Friday night, even when he’s overseas. They often do their hot cocoa dates via video chat

-Her school notebooks are covered in doodles

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Created via Adobe Illustrator.

[dstrachan]

'Views From The Edge' - w/c 6th May 2024

Estelle ‘American Boy’

Alston / Kirk Overdrive ‘American Stranger’

The Choir Of Westminster Abbey & The Choir of His Majesty's Chapel Royal, St James's Palace & Choristers from Truro Cathedral Choir & Choristers from Chapel Choir of Methodist College Belfast & Octet from the Monteverdi Choir & Andrew Nethsingha ‘Byrd: Prevent Us, O Lord, T 207’

London Symphony Orchestra & Barry Wordsworth

‘Beethoven 9th: Ode an Die Freude (Ode to Joy)’

Ebony Buckle, Bobby Eccles, John Steele, Philip Granell & Cormac Byrne ‘Silver Dagger’

American Gypsy ‘Birth Control & Beer’

The Sensational Alex Harvey Band ‘Boston Tea Party’

MC Chippy feat. Mc Cruzy T & Fat B ‘Bradford Boy’

Chain Ripper ‘Bayonet’

Faust ‘Knife’

Colin MacDuff ‘For All We Know’

Elis MacFadyen ‘Dark Side Of Town’

Anita Abram ‘Gravity Running’

Aoede ‘Gravity’

Pixie Lott ‘Gravity’

Suddyn ‘Gravity’

David Bowie ‘Don’t Bring Me Down’

Jill Scott ‘Hate On Me’

Hilary Duff ‘Haters’

Jennette McCurdy ‘Don’t You Just Hate Those People?’

Taylor Swift ‘Mean’

L7 feat. Joan Jett ‘Fake Friends’

Toby Keith ‘How Do You Like Me Now?’

Not Now Norman ‘Why Don’t Ya Like Me!’

Hatcham Social ‘Shut Your Mouth’

Lou Reed ‘Caroline Says 1’

Tanita Tikaram ‘Twist In My Sobriety’

Belle 'Fluorescent Light'

Groove Armada feat. Saint Saviour ‘I Won’t Kneel (Beaumont remix)’

Kala Chng ‘Lights Out’

[ryotarox]

スティールパン（スティールドラム）によるクラフトワークカヴァー。 1980年代くらいの坂本龍一がプロフェット5で使ってた音で、スティールパンを模した音色があったことを連想。こんな曲； 「 Snake and Lotus 」 坂本龍一（with Simon Jeffes） 「Works II - TV/Inst. (ワークスII)」収録

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[postpunkindustrial]

Ebony Steel Band - The Model

Kraftwerk Code Red - Tribute to Kraftwerk

[burlveneer-music]

Ebony Steel Band - Space Lab (Excerpt) from their upcoming LP of Kraftwerk covers Pan Machine

This track is taken from the upcoming LP PAN MACHINE that will be released on 21st September 2019 by OM SWAGGER MUSIC

The Ebony Steel Band celebrate their 50th Anniversary this year. Producer Ian Shirley took the 11-piece band into the studio to lay up stunning instrumental versions of classic Kraftwerk tracks like The Model, Neon Lights, Computer Love, Tour De France, Europe Endless, Kometenmelodie 2, Computer Love and Tanzmusik.

[sigurros1]

Ebony Steel Band