Lake

Lake - Polvojack

Fireworks explores the imagery of the various celebratory fireworks which can be heard throughout the Kurilpa peninsula and seen from vantage spots at South Bank and on Highgate Hill, during festive days such as New Years and Riverfire. This piece is joyful, full of colour via contrasts in touch, register, pedalling and modes. A little dramatic space can be taken at times when needing to reach accented octave chords and jumps. Sheet music at https://www.australiancomposers.com.au/search?q=rachel+hocking

Kurilpa 5. Fireworks

"Venom in My Halo" is a melodic dark mumble rap trap anthem that dives deep into the duality of human nature — the constant war between light and shadow. With hypnotic melodies, eerie 808s, and introspective lyrics, the track captures the feeling of being snake-like and misunderstood, moving through life with venom in your soul but still carrying good intentions.

The artist paints a picture of internal conflict: soft-hearted but scarred, cold on the surface but battling for peace within. Haunting yet smooth, the track blends ambient production with raw, poetic bars that explore themes of isolation, redemption, and the blurred line between angel and demon. Perfect for late-night drives, emotional spirals, or smoke-filled sessions where the truth hits harder than the beat.



VENOM IN MY HALO

🎵 Title: Pentajazz Vocal Romance (Lounge Bass Piano Jazz Remix)
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 01:54
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Jazz / A cappella / Remix
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video:
📀 Original: https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/lounge-bass-piano-jazz-modern-sophisticated-elegant-intense-soft-acoustic-noir

📝 Description

Fall in love with harmony.

"Pentajazz Vocal Romance" transforms my original lounge-jazz piece "Lounge Bass Piano Jazz" into a sumptuous a cappella experience. 

Listen here:

https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/lounge-bass-piano-jazz-modern-sophisticated-elegant-intense-soft-acoustic-noir

Every instrument gives way to the human voice — rich basslines, percussive beatboxing, and velvety multi-part harmonies merge into an intimate, elegant tapestry of sound.

Whether you’re unwinding at twilight or sharing a quiet moment, this track envelops you in a warm, vocal embrace.

🎼 Key: c-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

Contains synthetic content, digitally generated.

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JAZZ and BLUES

Pentajazz Vocal Romance

Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-ac
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-voz-dazz-deva-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-version-instrumental

AL PREGUNTAR POR MI MAMÁ

Acostado en su cama
no aparta la mirada
del “señor” que está en la cruz
¿quién es él? Solo sabe
que se llevó a su madre
y que se llama Jesús.

Su expresión, que es muy dura,
le roba la dulzura
a su carita infantil
que, a pesar de sus años,
el odio ha dibujado
con un semblante muy hostil.

Señor, al preguntar por mi mamá,
me han dicho que usted se la ha llevado:
que ahora estará en el cielo a su lado
pero que nunca a casa volverá.

Mi mamá era su amiga
pues siempre me decía
que tenía que rezar
y antes de acostarme
y también al levantarme
le tenía que besar.

Pero si ahora no vuelve
yo no sé cómo quiere
que yo le vuelva a rezar
pues no sé cómo hacerlo
¿no ve que soy muy pequeño
y me tienen que ayudar?

Señor, yo creo que puede aceptar
el trato formal que ahora le propongo:
deje volver a mamá, que estoy solo,
y yo le quito los clavos y se va.

Esperó una respuesta
que nunca le fue hecha
y rendido se  durmió
después que unas lágrimas
regaran sus mejillas 
por la enorme decepción.

WHEN ASKING FOR MY MOTHER

Lying in his bed,
he can't take his gaze
off the "Lord" on the cross.
Who is he? He only knows
that he took his mother
and that his name is Jesus.

His expression, which is very hard,
robs the sweetness
from his childlike face,
which, despite his years,
hate has shaped
with a very hostile countenance.

Sir, when I asked for my mother,
they told me that you have taken her:
that she will now be in heaven by your side
but that she will never return home.

My mother was your friend
because she always told me
that I had to pray
and before going to bed
and also when I got up
I had to kiss you.

But if you don't come back now,
I don't know how you expect
me to pray to you again,
because I don't know how to do it.
Don't you see that I am very small
and you have to help me?

Sir, I think you can accept
the formal deal I'm now proposing:
Let Mom come back, I'm alone,
and I'll take out the nails and you can leave.

He waited for an answer
that was never given
and, exhausted, he fell asleep
after a few tears
flowed down his cheeks
out of sheer disappointment.

Al preguntar por mi mamá

Cover art: Letícia Torii

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A flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

Hoje eu deitei do outro lado da minha cama
Eu vi a minha vida de outra direção
Todo aquele espaço vazio

O problema não é não se encontrar
O problema é deixar de procurar

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como o som do vento
O cheiro da chuva
E todo aquele espaço vazio
Todo aquele espaço vazio

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como as cores do céu
Ao pôr do sol
E a flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

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The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
Today I lay on the other side of my bed
I saw my life from a different angle
All that empty space
The problem isn’t not finding yourself
The problem is giving up the search
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the sound of the wind
The scent of rain
And all that empty space
All that empty space
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the colors of the sky
At sunset
And the flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
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A flor que nasceu na calçada


"The only thing that warms up in this kingdom of eternal ice is the celebrations held by the royal court... Not a bad way to warm up."

Brushing the Hoarfrost

OK, we know we’re probably annoying you dropping songs non-stop, but the summer break is finally coming, so this is the second to last one. Tomorrow, we’ll release another track in collaboration with The Beautiful Dark, complete with a video, and then we’ll take a break.🤟
Hell on Earth reflects the heartbreaking reality faced by millions caught in conflicts that tear cities apart and shatter lives. This song doesn’t take sides, not because we don’t care, but because we believe it’s not wise to claim to fully understand such complex and devastating situations without living them firsthand. Instead, it holds up a mirror to the human cost of war, where innocent voices get lost beneath collapsing skies and silent screams.😔
We stand with all those living on the edge of hell, hoping for a future where justice and peace aren’t barricaded by violence and fear. We wrote this track not to divide, but to remind us all of the urgent need for empathy, awareness, and the courage to hope, even when hell feels dangerously close.
Oh, just to be clear (since it’s happened with other songs before): the higher vocal parts are not sung by Mary, they’re all Tom. Mary does the backing vocals, and of course, she’s also the one going wild on guitar.🎸
One more thing about the genre: SoundCloud only offers a few broad options, and this track blends several genres and subgenres. So yeah, sorry dear metalheads if we picked “Metal” as the genre. Feel free to roll your eyes, but honestly, it felt like the only one that truly fit (..more or less)! 😌
Peace!✌️
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on August 8, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

We stand beneath collapsing skies,
While sirens slice the breathless dark.
Steel and flame in children's eyes,
Ashes fall where once grew parks.

We see mothers hold their breath,
Smoke replaces lullabies.
It’s not our soil, but we still feel
The echo of their silent cries.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No flags can shield from what we see.
The cities burn, and clear as a bell,
It’s not a dream, it’s the edge of hell.

We read the screens, the endless scroll,
Where hope and fear are pixel-blurred.
From shattered towns to border walls,
The same old scream remains unheard.

No gods, no peace, just shattered ground.
Hope stitched in cloth and battlegrounds.
We watch through glass, we barely speak,
As one more future starts to leak.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No bloodline shared, but we still bleed.
Bombs and silence cast their spell,
Dragging truth to the edge of hell.

No border stops a breaking heart.
The fire jumps from spark to spark.
From phone to soul, we feel the weight.
This fight is real and it won't wait.

Still standing on the edge of hell,
With shattered oaths and silent screams.
We light a match, we wish them well,
But deep inside we know what it means.

Maybe one day this war will fade,
And justice won’t be barricade.
But tonight we watch and damn, it’s near:
Hell’s not gone. It’s always here!

Hell on Earth

Most people see a bug in the kitchen and go full horror movie: screaming, shoe-throwing, and spraying half a can of Raid. But what if… that tiny six-legged stranger is actually a hopeless romantic in a tuxedo-shell, humming a love song, on his way to a candlelit sugar-crystal dinner?

“Cute Bugs” is jangle pop meets indie rock meets post-punk whimsy — a track where ladybugs flirt like ballroom dancers, beetles straighten their shells like nervous prom dates, and even cockroaches get a verse of tender poetry. It’s surreal, it’s funny, and weirdly… it’s a little heartwarming too.

So next time a bug walks across your kitchen counter, don’t panic. Offer him a waltz, a crumb of bread, maybe even a sonnet. After all:
Cute bugs, hey hey — little hearts on six legs play. 🐞✨

Lyrics:

In the kitchen at night, little footsteps crawl,
Most would scream, throw a shoe at the wall.
But I see tiny eyes, shining brave and bright,
A gentleman bug, dressed up for the night.

He combs his feelers, he straightens his shell,
Humming a tune only bug hearts can tell.
Does he dream of roses, or sugar on a plate?
Or maybe a ladybug, waiting for a date?

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

A scientist laughs, a poet takes a note,
Romantic women write them secret oaths.
Not monsters, no—just dancers so small,
With a waltz of wings in a ballroom hall.

They flirt with antennae, they bow with grace,
Tiny tuxedos in a moonlit place.
Do they write sonnets in crumbs of bread?
Or whisper goodnight when the daylight’s dead?

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

Imagine their dreams, so tender, so sweet,
A candlelit dinner of spilled sugar treat.
Two beetles leaning close, wings brushed in time,
Love is love, in rhythm and rhyme.

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

So next time a bugman walks in your view,
Remember he’s dreaming just like you do.
Not ugly, not scary, just living their song,
Cute bugs in the world, where we all belong.

Cute Bugs

Composed, performed, arranged, recorded, and produced by nNIMAa.

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