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Rock ballad by John Hardman (vocals/guitars/keys)
(c) (p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Love Ain't Ever Been Here Before

This song comes from a quiet place in my heart — that feeling of waking up and realizing you’re stuck in the same loop, doing all the things you’re “supposed to,” but feeling invisible in the process. It’s about how life can wear us down with repetition, how smiles can become habits instead of feelings, and how sometimes the smallest hopes — like a sunrise breaking through gray clouds — are the only things that keep us moving forward.

“Gray Skies Bloom” is me finding poetry in loneliness. It’s the soft ache of existing in a noisy world that rarely listens, but still whispering, “you’ll be okay.”


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Gray skies spill through window blinds
Coffee cold, I lose my mind
Same street signs, same painted smiles
Walking circles for miles and miles

[Pre-Chorus]
Every face a quiet storm
Every laugh a practiced form

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Verse 2]
Old songs hum from passing cars
Paper hearts and dying stars
People talking, no one hears
Trading secrets for souvenirs

[Pre-Chorus]
Every truth a borrowed lie
Every tear a lullaby

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Bridge]
Maybe we were born to fade
To dance in light that slowly frays
Maybe hope’s a tired refrain
But I still hum it just the same

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Outro]
Softly now, I close my eyes
Gray skies bloom into sunrise
One last breath before I fall
Maybe madness is it all

Gray Skies Bloom

What That The Heart Can Tell

Three pieces to dream and relax. Image by David R on pixabay (https://pixabay.com/de/users/mindworld-44225666/)

Sogni Dei Sensi

I thought I'd revisit this track to give it a bit of Tinkerbell tinkering with some newly learned production skills.

Venus (remix)

This song is about the little pieces of life we leave behind us as we go — the crumbs, the memories, the lessons, and the moments that guide us forward. “Bread on the Road” is my way of saying that every step we take leaves something meaningful for the next one, and sometimes the things we drop without thinking are exactly what help us find our way back home.

It’s about movement, survival, growth, and trusting that even when life feels scattered or uncertain, there’s always a trail leading somewhere better. It’s a reminder that nothing we’ve lived through is wasted — every piece matters, every crumb counts, and the road always knows where we’re going.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Sunrise on the blacktop
Aint got no time to stop
But that Greyhound bus looks full
Empty belly aint cool

[Prechorus]
Got to find a place
To fill my face

[Chorus]
Bread on the road
Bless this heavy load
Strangers share what they can
Yeah Bread on the road amen

[Verse 2]
Hitchin rides with a smile
Walked a weary mile
Mama said dont take no rides
From strangers with shifty eyes

[Prechorus]
But I aint got no choice
Hear my hungry voice

[Chorus]
Bread on the road
Bless this heavy load
Strangers share what they can
Yeah Bread on the road amen

Bread On The Road

She Walks in Cool

A recent big hit for the younger generation and KPop Demon Hunters. This with a bit of a twist. #Huntrix #KPop #DemonHunters

Golden (cover)

Long Life

Sun and Palm Trees

Blue Hours

Liquid Forever

🎶 Collettivo Undersound – Daemon Blues 3.33
📼 Lo‑Fi as Ritual

We were born in lo‑fi, not by choice but by necessity. Every hiss, every crackle, every imperfect note became our breath. It was never just music — it was survival, a ritual of freedom.
💻 Underground Code

We worked underground with Linux open source, native Debian, dancing with Mac only until Lion, then automating the work to cut production costs. Every script, every bash line was a spell, every reduction a liberation.
🔮 Initiation Path

Our journey was an initiation: a mix of esoterism, bash poetry, hardcore music. A descent into the underworld, to learn that life dies in the cold, not in the boiling heat of time.
⚡ New Light

Today, with AI and vibe coding, our ritual finds new resonance. It is not only music, not only poetry, not only magic. It is depth of thought, root of being, a perception opening onto the universe.
🌌 Conclusion

Collettivo Undersound is not a band, not a project. It is a daemon blues transmission, a ritual of lo‑fi freedom, broadcast every night at 3.33.


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