Mishnaic Gateways of Intention is a sonic ascent into the mystical architecture of the Mishnah. Each track transforms halachic frameworks and sacred texts into cinematic, ancient-modern compositions. The album fuses epic temple orchestration with spiraling Hebrew vocals, immersive FX, and spiritual depth drawn from Sefer Yetzirah, the Bahir, and Chazal's most esoteric teachings.

The songs journey through dimensional gates of Shabbat, prayer, sacred space, and human-divine interaction. From Honi's rain circle to Nicanor’s gate, from doorways of intention to the dualities of "two that are four"—this album dissolves the boundary between legal code and inner cosmos.

Each piece is crafted to transport the listener—across worlds, through intentions, and into the deep echo of time-altering mitzvah.

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Baby, Here I Am

[Verse 1]
Velvet shadows on your skin,
I taste the night you’re drowning in.
Every breath is slow, designed,
to pull your heartbeat into mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need no stage, no alibi,
just let the silence testify.

[Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
whisperin’ sins with my hands.
Closer than your shadow stands,
Baby, here I am…

[Verse 2]
Lips like secrets, warm, untrue,
I lose myself by finding you.
Every touch a holy crime,
we bless the dark, we cross the line.

[Pre-Chorus]
The world can fade, let’s disappear,
your truth is only what I hear.

[Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
drunk on the heat of your breath.
No mercy, no second chance,
Baby, here I am…

[Bridge]
Lay your blame on my skin,
call it lust, call it sin.
But don’t you dare pretend
you don’t want this again…

[Final Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
your fever dressed in slow dance.
No tomorrow, no demands,
Baby… here I am.

Baby, Here I Am

I'm a whole damn mood, body rockin' like a yacht 
Got him spendin' all his paper, yeah, he loves the way I pop 
I can work it, twerk it, make that money do a flip 
He be beggin' for a taste, lickin' like a lollipop

He know I'm bad, got that fire, call me Nikita Dragon 
He wanna chase, get a taste, gonna let him imagine

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, yeah, I'm drippin' in ice 
He love the way I run the game, always rollin' the dice 
I don't chase, I attract, watch these boys line up 
They know I'm the queen, bow down, fill up my fucking cup

He know I'm bad, got that fire, call me Nikita Dragon 
He wanna chase, get a taste, gonna let him imagine

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

He whispers in my ear, “You the realest, no lie.”
I just smirk and tell him, “Boy, you lucky you're mine.”

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

Ride It Like A Harley

Gamer

“After the Blur” is a soul-deep journey through emotional clarity, crafted by Kaelion with haunting precision and poetic restraint. Across 20 tracks, the album explores what remains after the chaos fades — the quiet truths, the unsent signals, the soft armor we wear to survive love.

Each song is a vignette: cinematic, intimate, and structured like a memory. From the ambient ache of “Poignant Flow” to the sensual defiance of “Spicy Hot Ballads,” Kaelion builds a sonic archive that feels lived-in and timeless. The production is minimalist but textured — ambient pads, lo-fi percussion, soft piano, and vocals that glide between confession and control.

Themes of emotional interference, quiet resilience, and late-night vulnerability run throughout. The album doesn’t chase resolution — it honors the blur, the bloom, and the breath that follows.

8. Tales Of The Gray Nights

Amor de terciopelo, quédate sin fin.

A velvet song whispered in Spanish.
Her smoky voice is fragile and raw, soft as night air, heavy as longing.
The guitar sways with ocean tides, percussion breathes like skin,
and every word floats between tenderness and sorrow.
This is velvet love, eternal and slow, wrapped in rhythm and silence.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 KETA.KALI – All rights reserved.

Amor de Terciopelo – Bossa Nova nr. 1

Hard hitting verbal emotion of ones  heart in pain.

Fury Of A broken Heart (MainVer)

🎶💖 If I Give You All My Love 💖🎶

Smooth. Soulful. Sexy.
This is Doctor P Lollipop’s prescription for the heart. A mix of R&B warmth and Pop emotion, wrapped in flirty vibes that hit deep.

💌 A playful voicemail opens the track…
💋 The story unfolds with silky vocals and heartfelt lyrics…
✨ And by the end, love feels like the sweetest cure.

Turn down the lights, turn up the volume, and let this one play on repeat.

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