Sage: Side A & Sage: Side B were released in 2023 as two separate EPs. They each have their own individual tones, but together, as they were intended to be, create a full experience. Hope you enjoy this album as we prepare for the release of my new album "Magnolia". I threw in "Green" (original) and "Green" (remix) as an extra treat. 

Lakeita Valon, Koala Khool - Evaporate

THE ILLUSION OF CONTROL                                                                                    ©22/01/2025 Juan Ignacio Sánchez Hernández

They build their walls so high, touchin’ the sky,
Claimin’ every piece of land, every coin in hand.
The rulers write the laws, call it justice, applause,
While the rest lay claim to love, to fences, to flaws.

But what’s left untouched by greed and decree?
The whispers of fate, the dance of the free.
Do we own the wind, the tide, or the rain?
Or are we just pawns in this infinite game?

Tell me, who do we think we are,
Chasin’ stars but caged in jars?
Where does destiny play its part,
When we’re so busy chainin’ hearts?
Oh, the dice still roll, the winds still blow,
You can’t own what the soul must know.

The poets, the dreamers, left in the cold,
Their verses dismissed, their stories untold.
‘Cause power fears the chaos of a heart set free,
A melody improvised, a soul’s decree.

But oh, don’t you see, there’s beauty in chance,
In a fleeting moment, in a reckless dance.
Let the fields run wild, let the seas decide,
Not every truth should be confined.

Tell me, who do we think we are,
Chasin’ stars but caged in jars?
Where does destiny play its part,
When we’re so busy chainin’ hearts?
Oh, the dice still roll, the winds still blow,
You can’t own what the soul must know.

Is it fear or pride that drives this scheme?
To pen the oceans, to cage the dream?
But love ain’t a currency, the spirit won’t bend,
The path of the free has no start, no end.

Tell me, who do we think we are,
Chasin’ stars but caged in jars?
Where does destiny play its part,
When we’re so busy chainin’ hearts?
Oh, the dice still roll, the winds still blow,
You can’t own what the soul must know.

So let the cards fall, let the dance-heart unfold,
We’re but players, not masters, in this tale of old.
Release the reins, let the chaos be,
For the greatest art lies in mystery.

The Illusion of Control

Back Room Blues

Misfit

Mánte Radio // Timeless Music

Songs
- Better ~ Che Ecru {sped up-slowed}
- Scratches ~ Che Ecru {slightly slowed}

No copyright infringement intended. All credit due to its owner. Songs are not mine in any way these are just mixes meant to be listened to like a radio. Sped up, chopped, arranged and mixed by Mánte.

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