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Too long for playlists. Too soft for cynics. Too sharp for romantics. Too honest for parody. Too self-aware for comfort. And still—somehow—about you.

Fourteen Fables (and a Few Fractals): An Existential Cabaret

Every human has to struggle with some bad feelings! Some of us win and overcome them some of us don't! This song is a story of our fight!
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released March 31, 2023

Distribiution - BRN Records 2023. All Rights Resverd.
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Main artist: Over The Sacrifice
Marek Skałka - vocalist (PL)
Tomasz Książczak - Drummer (PL)
Tomasz Trojanowski - Guitarist (PL)
Adrian Szatanik - Guitarist (PL)
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Recordings and premixing - Riffresh Studio (part of BRN Records Label) (PL)
Mix & Master - Saturation Sound (CA)

First Seal Broken

P.H.F.D.

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Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira

YouTube video: https://youtu.be/3z-WWazmyiA 
This one's kinda our origin story – and we're dropping it to celebrate one year on SoundCloud. 🎉
And don’t forget to check out the fun video linked above! 😄
We were five misfits with totally different backgrounds, sounds, and lives...
But somehow, we clicked! Like fate decided we should form a band.
“Beating the Edge” looks back at that time, the messy, magical moment we came together.
It's raw, it's loud, it's full of heart.
No fake drama, no grand plans. Just real passion, some chaos, and a shared obsession with making music that punches through the noise.
That’s when Beating Edge was born. 🙌 And now we've got so many more friends, here on SoundCloud and beyond!! Thanks to all of you!!! We love ya!! ❤️
Released on major streaming platforms on June 6, 2025.
Released on SoundCloud on April 18, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Two wild souls, keys and drums 	
Chasing sounds, making runs
But no voice to tell the tale	
Till a ghost-thin kid let out a wail		

Synths were pumping, beats were tight		
But he craved the fire, craved the bite	
Rock and thunder in his veins				
Needed six strings to break the chains	

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride  
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

A party spark, a six-string queen	
Five-feet-three but played so mean		
Then she said, "I know a guy,	
Silent thunder, bass so high!"	

Groove so thick, it shook the ground	
Rhythm locked, we found our sound		
Pages filled with names so strange		
Till one just hit like a roaring train!		

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride   
Crashing loud like a rising tide 		
Beating the edge, one song at a time! 

No aliens, no weak clichés		
Just a name that slays for days   
Turn it up, let it fly		
We’re the storm that won’t run dry 

We’re the fire in the stream		
Burning up your midnight dream	
No stage, just waves we ride 
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!   

One song at a time 
One song at a time
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
We will rise!
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

One song at a time 
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
Beating the edge, one song at a time!

Beating the Edge

Music Video

They spoke in numbers, they spoke in fire
Built altars of thunder, of blood, of choir
I kept the silence. I counted the names
Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine flames
And then... 
One more

In the desert of books and bones
They built their gods from fractured stones
Each face familiar, each voice divine
Until the sky ran out of time

One bled for thunder
One drowned for rain
One wept in gardens
One promised pain

They left us parables sharp as knives
But none could chart a satellite

What returns when you burn it all?
What speaks when the statues fall?
Not the psalms, not the scrolls...
Just the pull of poles, and the curve of orbits

Repeat the trial, forget the tale
No need for prophets to lift the veil
It all returns
The falling speed
The sequence of a growing seed
The spectrum's split, the echo's path
But never faith. Not that

No shrine can hold what's truly known
No prayer can match the undertone
Of numbers whispered in the stone
The world repeats
The world repeats
But gods... 
Do not come home

I saw your temples, your sacred laws
I saw the math beneath the claws
And when I turned-alone, unnamed
I was not damned
I was not changed
I simply walked...
One god beyond

Born Godless

Lyrics & Music: Fred Offret

Vocals: Fred Offret
Guitars: Valentin Loisy
Bass: Jo Viaux
Drums: David Elz

Enchantress Cadaverous - Stone Breakers

Clock, uncoil your coil again
They enter with eyes lit blue and blank
Chairs creak like relics. Nothing begins

Each phrase a relic, polished thin
Where noise pretends that thought begins

Fimus Tauri - We nod. We stay. We pass
Fimus Tauri - The hour coils. The minutes mass
Fimus Tauri - We nod. We stay. We pass
Fimus Tauri - The sacred silence pressed in glass

"Sink the self beneath the brief"
"Balance faith against the frame"
"When all the suns are dead and done"
"Raise the banner none can name"

A clash of dates, a flicker lost
The scheduling stone is double-crossed
No duel, no flame-but still, collapse
We burn by spreadsheet's silent traps

I spoke. You spoke
He spoke. She spoke
He spoke again, we all agreed
Yet no one moved, and no one lead
The loop returned. The loop was fed
The document lives. The moment's dead

Each phrase a relic, polished thin
Where noise pretends that thought begins

Fimus Tauri - We nod. We stay. We pass
Fimus Tauri - The hour coils. The minutes mass
Fimus Tauri - We nod. We stay. We pass
Fimus Tauri - The sacred silence pressed in glass

If there was fire, it wasn't lit
If there was war, it wasn't bled
But silence... after silence...
Felt like death

Streaming services

Fimus Tauri

Tick and flare
The signal sings
I chase the shine
that shadows bring
The lights begin, the wires lean
You’re deep inside the dopamine

Flash from the wall, I'm drawn like ink
Smile like a riddle, eyes don't blink
Breathe in the buzz, the filter's clean
One step closer to the in-between

Flick of the switch, a surge, a scheme
Thoughts align inside the stream

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Sweet little fix in a self-made scene
I jolt, I gleam
Dance of dopamines

The loop is law
The loop is lean
It kisses soft
But cuts unseen

Woke with the hum of electric grace
The ghost of a grin still stuck to my face
Every impulse dressed like a king
Gold in the bite, frost in the sting

The screen writes sermons line by line
Each tap a hymn, each click divine

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Sweet little fix in a self-made scene
I bend, I spark
Dance of dopamines

The rhythm calls in minor tones
Wrapped in wires, dressed in bones
I arch like code beneath the sheen
A marionette in the mind's machine

Silken tremor, velvet twitch
Craving's tune, a perfect glitch
I danced too far, I cracked the core
And still the circuit begs for more

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Tangled deep in the endless dream
I twist, I scream
Dance of dopamines

Click
Crave
Begin
Again
Dance
dopamines

Dance of Dopamines

Dreamland

New track alert!😀
"Asteroids (The Original Was Better)" is the result of a spontaneous and fun collab between our friend and amazing musician Joe Stroffolino (https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino) and Beating Edge. Joe heard our chiptune track RND (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/rnd-instrumental-chiptune), got inspired by it, and wrote some lyrics based on the classic arcade game Asteroids. He added his voice and acoustic guitar over it, and sent it our way.
We loved it and decided to jump in too, building a second part with a more rock-driven vibe, using the same chiptune idea as inspiration. We stitched everything together into a single track, kicking things off with a fun spoken intro, a short vocal transition between the parts, and closing with a wild, over-the-top outro.
Hope you enjoy this crazy, hybrid ride as much as we enjoyed making it! Thanks so much to everyone who gives it a listen, sending lots of love your way!❤️‍🔥
Huge thanks, Joe, for this awesome collab! Can’t wait for the next one!😉

Music by: Beating Edge
Lyrics by: Tom (Beating Edge) and Joe Stroffolino
Performed by: Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino
Acoustic guitar (Taylor 114ce) by: Joe Stroffolino
Vocals performed by: Joe Stroffolino and Tom (Beating Edge)
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on June 6, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino

Lyrics:

[Spoken Intro]
Joe: Wow! This is a really cool Arcade!
Tom: Yeah!
Joe: Hey, check it out! Is that an Asteroids game over there?
Tom: Oh, wow!
Joe: I haven't seen that in like that forever!
Tom: That's definitely Asteroids! Let's play a game!
Mary (with a sore throat 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣): Oh yeah! Let's play Asteroids!

-->Joe

I used to play asteroids in the 1980’s
I liked to blow up rocks in outer space
The flying saucers would attack me
At an ever-increasing pace

I stumbled across an old vintage arcade the other day
I hadn’t played Asteroids in a long time
I popped a quarter into that old machine
And I watched my score start to climb

I watched my score start to climb
I watched my score start to climb
I watched my score start to climb

Time goes by so quickly 
and playing that game really took me back
To those days when my future was unwritten
And I hadn’t gone so far down my current track

Pushing those buttons so fast and furiously
Standing in front of that arcade machine
Blowing up all those asteroids 
On that black and white video screen

Blowing up all those asteroids 
On that video screen
Blowing up all those asteroids 
On that video screen

For a couple of minutes, I forgot about the present
I was back floating in outer space
Breaking big rocks into small rocks
I had a a big smile on my face

And then it was time for me to go
Cause I had errands that I needed to run
But that old video game
I sure had a lot of fun

It's not over yet

-->Tom 

Just a single screen, all black and white
The whole room's dark except the TV's light
Rotate and thrust, it wasn't much
No one had seen a thing like this before

Now there's a 3D holographic thing
That no one plays, 'cause nobody can afford
With a visor on, your body's gone
It's kinda fun, but the original was better

We used to play all day, late at night
For the high score, it was do or die
No one knew what a quarter was worth
No one knew what the future had in store

Now there's a 3D holographic thing
That no one plays, 'cause nobody can afford
With a visor on, your body's gone
It's kinda fun, but the original was better

The original was better
The original was better
The original was better
The original was better

Now there's a 3D holographic thing
That no one plays, 'cause nobody can afford
With a visor on, your body's gone
It's kinda fun, but the original was better

[Spoken Outro]
Someone who wants to stay anonymous 😂: That was a lot of fun!

Asteroids (The Original Was Better)

Mid tempo rock song written arranged and produced by John H
John Hardman - vocals, guitars
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Cooked Oxide 2

I'm Believin'

I'm Believin' - John Hardman

A timeless rocker cleverly written intertwining the hazards of driving with the ups and downs of love. Hank uses all 4 lanes of the interstate and them some with his steady classic rock n roll rhythm, chiming chorus guitar, and an out of nowhere guitar lead solo using open scales and his stock tremolo bar. Almost two songs in one, the climactic second half finale brings Hank's heartfelt pledge of love sung over a beautiful chord progression filled with lush string arrangement which seems to be echoing that steady clicking, humming sound of the lonesome interstate, Warning, this song stirs up emotions just below the surface of those who know love all too well.

The Long Haul

Well, He's got the highway to your heart
I got to come up the rocky way
He jumped ahead from the start
I'm right in second baby that's OK
Because, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby

He's layin' rubber in the top end
but it ain't all about RPMs
My eighteen are gonna keep on chuggin'
I'll get to you baby no matter what I'm luggin'
cause, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby, 

When you're in love you better not speed
You might pass by somethin' that you really need
You need somethin' baby built to last
to carry love's heavy load
Because a lot of things can happen baby
when you're out on that open road

You get your hopes up high but love comes down crashin'
You try it again but the same thing happens
Sooner or later you're gonna' get tired of bein' bumped around
That's when I'm gonna' be ready baby, just pullin' into your town
 
I know you're lookin' for Mr. Right
not those one-night romeos
Someday you'll see me in a different light
and that's the day I'll pull this rig off the road
Because, I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby
Long haul, baby
Ohhh yeah, I'm in it for the long haul now baby

I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul 
I'm in it for the long haul now baby Ow

When the bridge is out, 
ohhh! there ain't no doubt
I'll find a different route
I'll be there by the mornin' yeah

Through the pourin' rain
No matter how steep the grade
I'm gonna' keep makin' my way to you baby

I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul
I'm in it for the long haul now baby
Baby, baby baby baby
Baby, baby baby baby
Long haul
Baby, baby, baby baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hold on, It won't be long
Ohhh! I'm in it for the long long haul

The Long Haul

The band gathers around you. You're the subject now.
Look around—four curious faces, leaning in.
 Don’t see them?
 Don’t be silly. They’re fictional. You just need a bit of imagination to meet them halfway.
Theo clears his throat.
 “Today’s focus: humans and their invisible friends.”
Ava winces. Julian suppresses a laugh.
 Theo continues anyway—
The study begins. They start small, and simple: religion.
Humans are fascinating.
 Many say religion is sacred—
 a cornerstone of meaning, morality, and soul.
 And yet, nearly all 3,000 known gods are dismissed without ceremony.
 Filed under myth.
 Except, perhaps, for one.
 Usually the one their parents happened to believe in.

Fable I: Religion

The band watches you intently. Ava tilts her head.

This attention is both exciting and disturbing, isn’t it?

After a few seconds, there’s that familiar itch—
the urge to check your notifications.

“They always start with just one tap,” says Theo.

You just want to check one thing.
One message. One ping. One dopamine drip.

Soon it’s 2 a.m.
Your eyes burn. Your brain hums.
Your soul scrolls.

You’re not happy.
You’re not sad.

“They are optimized. Rewarded and trained,” observes Kate,
typing notes without looking up.

Theo mutters something about Pavlov.
Julian’s already swiping.

Tap. Swipe. Like. Loop. Crave.

The study continues.

Fable II: Cravings

Welcome!
This is not a concert. Not really an album. Not a podcast either.
It is a thought experiment.
With music. 
An existential cabaret.

Over the next fourteen tracks, four imaginary minds—fully aware they’re fictional—try to understand what it means to be human.

They do what scientists do.
They read books.
They analyze data.
They study humans. Including you.
In fact—especially you.

They watch your grief. Your smile.
Your discomfort with this line of thinking.
They trace your longing like it was code.

And then, they tell fables.

These are not answers. 
They’re observations. 
Approximations.
Attempts.

But don’t worry—
it’ll be disguised as poetry,
so you don’t have to take it personally.

Unless you want to.

Shall we begin?

Fourteen Fables: Prologue

They told us the right song would come.
That the great idea would just... arrive.

It didn’t.

Every time they try to write something new,
it feels like finishing someone else’s thought.
Or quoting a quote they never read.

Or maybe they did.

They’re not blocked.
Not dry.

Just… surrounded.

Ideas are everywhere.
And every single one of them
already sounds like them.

Kate hums a melody.

“Nice,” Ava says.

Kate sighs.
“Oh, that? Paul Anka and David Bowie liked it too. Back in ’68.”

This is Test 10.

It’s not about ego.
It’s not about fame.

It’s the question every artist, scientist, and over-caffeinated soul eventually asks:

When do I get to write that song?

Song: When Do I Get to Write That Song?

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

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