Polished an old track from 2020.  Gotta love a local watering hole!

Tikibar

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You're Not the Victim

“Pacem Meam Do Vobis” closes the album with a paradox: a promise of peace wrapped in the shadow of death. Borrowing its title from the words of Christ in John 14:27 — “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you” — the song meditates on the tension between divine assurance and mortal finality. It’s a farewell not just in scripture, but in sound.

The track begins with apocalyptic brass — evoking the trumpet blasts of Revelation, heralds of both judgment and transcendence. From this dramatic opening, the song unfolds slowly, building with orchestral weight and sacred texts. But just when peace seems within reach, it arrives in the form of a flatline. A heartbeat stops. The listener is left with the chilling realization: in this world, the only peace we can be certain of may come with death.

Yet even here, a deeper meaning flickers beneath the surface. The text drawn from the Secreta for All Saints’ Day reminds us: “The souls of the righteous... seem in the eyes of the foolish to be dead, but they are at peace.” The concluding “Alleluia” — “Praise the Lord” — is not naïve joy, but a stubborn, defiant hope. It echoes the album’s recurring theme, first spoken by Virgin Black: “All is lost but hope.”

Pacem Meam Do Vobis is the sound of finality — and what might lie beyond.

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PACEM MEAM DO VOBIS

Justorum animae in manu Dei sunt, 
et non tanget illos tormentum malitiæ:
Visi sunt oculis insipientium mori: 
illi autem sunt in pace. Alleluia!

(The souls of the righteous are in the hands of God, 
and the torment of malice shall not touch them:
They seem in the eyes of the foolish to be dead, 
but they are at peace. Alleluia!)

Horror Sacri

Pacem Meam Do Vobis

The first vocal track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album.  A mix of playing an instrumental before writing the lyrics (which is a departure although has been done a little recently), and also later my older style of writing chord-per-syllable to already-written lyrics toward the end of the piece.

Overall I write pretty naive lyrical pieces.  This guy is kind of a paranoid douche but with the best intentions.  She's like absconding off to (heaven forfend) a different little splinter group than his thing but it turns out to be benign and he inflicts some minor annoying damage by sneaking into their outing.

Lyrics:

Somewhere in the past someone set us up the bomb
Culture shifted so fast that 30 Rock is now a right wing sitcom

Somewhere in Ulster's bowels
Were heard the pangs of an alarm
A girl's heterofatalism was giving her an ulcer
The ginger with a minge
Had had enough of Hinge
Since the latest respondent's saccharine charm 
Was rather laid on with a trowel
The states seemed the right place to flee
And that's how she hooked up with me

How have I hated instruction, 
And my heart despised reproof 
It was the nagging ineluctable
Erosion of fitness under our roof
And what came of it was standing aloof
As i witnessed its destruction

After being the fall guy i was focusing on
Survival in the strange waters that i was swimming
Much like tall guys have no idea 
That they are at war with short guys
Normal women have no idea they are at war with crazy women

I saw our coming doom 
Through the bloodshot glass 
At the bottom of a marinara jar
The girls had started having breadsticks parties
And a lot of gossip got said
And pretty soon our burgeoning movement
Was given up for dead
But one can take theorizing too far
Particularly if you're too well-read

And so at the risk of assaulting my intestines
I engaged in a clandestine infiltration
And the leader of her congregation
Served a sumptuously appetizing oration
On the fiscal dangers of being an oversnacker
At the end of the presentation
One presumptuously testy cracker
Pointed out that one of the high watermarks 
Of our civilization
Is the Domino's pizza tracker

You can imagine their reaction
When I said the most frugal drug
Was constant distraction
In sunshine or rain
It lessens the pain
Of trudging dissatisfaction

We got to a really dark place
And the tipping point began
Around when i was being really crass
And implied that the high priestess was an also-ran
She was really about to kick my ass
I think it was the rage of Caliban
Not seeing her own face in a glass

After several mint juleps
She went and staggered amongst the tulips
magniloquent miss molly
Chided me on my vindictive folly
She asked what are you stupid
What's the point of all this skullduggery for me

Well I am genuinely attracted to you
Having walked too close by Cupid
And that is a pretty stupid thing to be

Magniloquent Molly's Mozzarella Jolly

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Bolerada

Loop Talk” is a jazz-hop journey where mellow piano chords meet the raw swing of boom bap drums. Built around the warmth of jazz samples and a hypnotic groove, the track balances chill atmospheres with head-nodding energy. It’s the kind of beat that feels like a conversation at midnight — smooth, soulful, and endlessly looping.

Perfect for late-night city walks, creative sessions, or anyone who loves the golden intersection between jazz and hip hop. 🎹🥁🌙

Loop Talk

Europa, one day I will return
Your silvery blue oceans, a sun that never burns
Europa, my home amongst the stars
I watch you from afar, a souls that ever yearns


Europa

Original song by Stefano Pierini - © 2025  
The song is structured into scenes without a plot. Each scene evokes memories of the past or déjà vu. The wavy flow, the pauses and the bass in harmony help to immerse yourself in an imaginary scene

Already lived story

The printer coughs again
black smoke of bureaucracy
Paper jam number seventy-three
a graveyard of half-born memos
It whines like it's dying
but only when you need it most

Coffee machine blinking red
"Water tank missing"
No-it's right there
but the machine has decided
to unionize with the printer
We brew despair instead

Error 404: sanity not found
Temperature swings from tundra to kiln
balance is myth
comfort is folklore
On average, perfectly fine
in hell's statistics

The air vents choose violence at noon
hurling frost into spreadsheets
then molten wind into email chains
I shed layers like an onion
until only deadlines remain

We dream of revolutions
but the fire alarm
tests itself at random
reminding us rebellion
requires fresh batteries

Error 404: humanity not found
Restart, reboot, the wheel goes round
Error 404: courage can't be found
Look away fast, don't make a sound

Update complete
Nothing has changed

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

Axioms of Mediocrity