Metal Mix June 25

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North street masta

beat by jissa
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker 

When I’m stuck in my head
Need a new perspective 
Things are pretty tough 
But you’re gonna get through it 

Though it
Even if you feel you’re losing

I ran in flames to get higher 
I thought hell trips were required 
Or was it all my inner desire?
Was the demon’s lies in entire 

Yeah, I’m done with you
Yeah, I never found the truth
Yeah, who do I pursue?
Yeah, I wish I knew

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker

Shattered Glass Cup

Delicate Freestyle

Elixir

Raw Shit

I'm told it's brilliant
Layers, motifs, counterpoint
A little bit of Latin in the second verse
Very... "award season"
I hate myself in high fidelity
But it sounds profound, doesn't it?

Painted in silence, a canvas of doubt
I sculpted the shadows the critics write about
My heart was a rumor I never could prove
But the rhyme-scheme's elegant, the modulations move

Ars gratia artis, but what is a self?
A mirror I sing to, with nobody else

You said, "This line's genius, it's post-modern pain"
But I wrote it drunk on a Tuesday, for fame
Every metaphor's hollow, but wears a disguise
A top hat of trauma, a monocle of lies

Tell me it's timeless, tell me it slaps
I looped the cello 'til I collapsed
I hated the bridge, but you called it sublime
So I added a reprise-well, five times

Am I a fraud if the work is good?
If it makes a woman cry in Amsterdam
and a reviewer use the word "visceral"
does it matter if I meant nothing?
(Or less than nothing?)
Am I just the casing around the bomb?

Three-four sorrow, spun in silk
A sip of envy, a dash of guilt
I laced my shame in major thirds
The strings were weeping, not my words
Spoke in symbols, dreamed in code
But woke to find I'd overflowed
A masterpiece of self-contempt
Curated, clean, irreverent

The cat walked across the MIDI keys
And that became the hook, with perfect ease
Critics said it echoed Mahler's grief
She was just hungry. That's the motif

Raise a glass to the tortured chord!
To the melody forged in a metaphysical war!
To the line that sounds just like despair
Though I wrote it in line at the DMV’s chair

We are patrons of the hollow hall
Where echoes win the curtain call
I gift you this: a soul on tape
Wrapped in theory, sealed in fate

I don't like me
I don't think you would either
But here it is
Six movements
Key changes
Time signatures that would make a metronome cry
Please, clap

Art for art’s sake, and me for no one's
Praise the mask that sings when the man has gone
The ink is dry, the curtains close
The ghost you loved... never composed

Ars Ex Nihilo

What i reflected on

a song about how no matter what i got my homie ak and we pulling up on the ops, a better way to explain it or in other words, when your homies will ride for yah. act 3 is coming out and look forward to mostly collaborations on this one! all fire and fuego , also peep a directors cut of the full album of rents due and a release cut of 12 tracks
for streaming platforms when they TBD .

4. the best way ft AK4our7even

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Every mirror lies. It reflects a face I don't recognize, sharp fragments of a me that no longer belongs to me. Cracks on the skin, emptiness in the eyes. It's not beauty that's missing — it's identity that's crumbling. This is my war against the reflection.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

[Verse]
Her mirror whispers
It cuts like glass
She sees a shadow
Her beauty won’t last
From the navel rises
A storm in her core
A flood of self-doubt
She can’t ignore

[Chorus]
She’s a masterpiece
Painted in pain
A work of art drowning in rain
Her eyes see cracks where there’s a glow
The mirror’s a liar
But she’ll never know

[Verse 2]
Each morning’s war
A battlefield stare
The mirror’s her rival
It doesn’t play fair
It twists her reflection
Bends her light
Leaves her in darkness
Hiding from sight

[Chorus]
She’s a masterpiece
Painted in pain
A work of art drowning in rain
Her eyes see cracks where there’s a glow
The mirror’s a liar
But she’ll never know

[Bridge]
The navel’s a spiral
Pulling her deep
A black hole of sorrow
Where secrets creep
She’s screaming silent
Her beauty denied
Fighting the ghost that lives inside

[Chorus]
She’s a masterpiece
Painted in pain
A work of art drowning in rain
Her eyes see cracks where there’s a glow
The mirror’s a liar
But she’ll never know

Distorted

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Hydraulics!

"Where My Roots Run Deep" - An Epic Journey (7:23 min)

From Beyond & Before Music, inspired by the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" by Frank Talmon l'Armée, comes "Where My Roots Run Deep" – an extended epic rock ballad that musically traverses a lifetime of experience.

This track blends the emotional depth of a rock ballad with elements of progressive rock, metal and mystic folk. The powerful, emotional lead vocals of André guide through the narrative verses, which speak of life's challenges and the search for truth. He is joined by the mystical, often whispered or ethereally sung voice of Adelheide, who imparts profound, almost philosophical insights in intros, interludes, and as a harmonic complement in the choruses.

Soaring choruses, backed by a full band and choir effects, declare the enduring power of one's origins: "THIS IS WHERE MY ROOTS RUN DEEP!" The musical journey includes a three-part instrumental solo. A primal bridge leads to a climactic triple finale and acoustic coda brings the epic to a close.

"Where My Roots Run Deep" is a meditation on identity, resilience, the search for belonging, and the unbreakable connection to one's history, even when facing loss and upheaval. It's a song about how our deepest roots, though unseen, give us the strength to endure and ultimately define who we are.

Music & Concept: Beyond & Before Music (Frank Talmon l'Armée)
Inspired by the novel: "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land"

Listen now and embark on this sonic saga!
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This Is Where My Roots Run Deep

Uwe Barschel (* 13.05.1944, † 11.10.1987) was a German politician of the CDU. He was Minister President of Schleswig-Holstein from 1982 to 1987 after serving as a state minister. After a scandal that arose during the 1987 state election campaign, which caused a sensation as the Barschel affair, led him to resign, he was found dead in the Beau-Rivage Hotel in Geneva on October 11, 1987. The circumstances of Barschel's death are still disputed today.

Barschel was good-looking, charismatic, eloquent and struck a pleasantly moderate tone for a CDU politician. And at 38 he was the youngest head of government of a German state at the time. Also Barschel received the Bambi media award in 1986.

Uwe Barschel

The objective when this song was composed was to think about our "wars", in the ones which each one of us fight, or stand passively as a piece of Chessboard. The thematic of Chess was used to poetize and weaken the weight of what is a war. Hence, must be understood the song doesn't verse about wars between nations or that kind of conflict. But, the wars we fight to face our life, inside or outside of our beings. Enjoy it as a energic and strong incentive for you to fight for your life, your happiness, your goals, your place in this world. 

Lyrics: Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros (Uli)
© Music composed by uli_virtual_band

(Intro)

(Hook)

Oh Oh Ohhh
Oh Oh Ohhh 
Oh Oh Ohhh 
Oh Oh Ohhh Oh.

(Verse 1)

From many battles,
My scars Intonate.
As the courage patrols,
My voice ressonates.
A warrior who doesn't fight
Is just one more piece without might
In the chessboard. 
Easily floored.

(Pre-Chorus)

No fear, strong gear.
Not frightened, always dared.
Scars done by the Life.
Living in the war. The pain we ignore!

(Chorus 1)

Against who thou fight?
Or art thou just a piece without might?
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.
The true war isn't a game.

(Hook)

Oh Oh Ohhh
Oh Oh Ohhh 
Oh Oh Ohhh 
Oh Oh Ohhh Oh.

Against who thou fight?

(Verse 2)

The chant of Peace, 
We hear too far away.
Sometimes, we just sit cozy.  Or is it seize?
The peace must be the final way.
We don't need no weapons to face.

Syllabs, poetry, sense.
Might be as smashing as your mace!
Be the Tower for your King defence!

(Chorus 2)

Against who thou fight?
Or art thou just a piece without might?
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.
The true war isn't a game.

(Chorus 3)

Against who thou fight?
Or art thou just a piece without might?
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.
The true war isn't a game.

(Guitar Solo)

(Pre-Chorus)

No fear, strong gear.
Not frightened, always dared.
Scars done by the life.
Living in the war. The pain we ignore!

(Chorus 4)

Against who thou fight?
Or art thou just a piece without might?
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.
The true war isn't a game. (no, no, no!)

(Chorus 5)

Against who thou fight?
Or art thou just a piece without might?
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.
The true war isn't a game. (Ohhh, no!)

(Hook)

Oh Oh Ohhh
Oh Oh Ohhh
Oh Oh Ohhh 
Oh Oh Ohhh Oh.

The true war isn't a game.

Lyrics: Uli

Uli - War on the Chessboard

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Ars Ex Nihilo

Axioms of Mediocrity