such power and intensity here.. great composition!😎🙏

Great production in the vocals here. Beautiful melody and lyrics. Solid instrumentation supporting it all.

i love this song! voice and piano perfect

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

Earthquake

WE LUV CHAOS
Music by Overdrive, Chris Schlue & Leandro Bastos

This is a typical early 80s punk rock song, but with a modern twist. Chris Schlue's cutting rhythm guitars add an aggressive edge to the futuristic drum'n bass foundation. And this unlikely musical backdrop provides the perfect setting for Leandro Bastos' incredible vocals.

LEANDRO BASTOS
Leandro Bastos is a Brazilian singer, songwriter, guitarist, producer, and enthusiast of the rock genre (metal, hard rock, melodic, progressive, alternative, acoustic, etc.). He has been playing and recording with rock and metal bands for the past 20 years. I am a fan of his work and enthusiastically recommend visiting his pages on Fiverr and Instagram;
https://www.fiverr.com/leandro_bastos
https://www.instagram.com/leandrobastosmusic/

CHRIS SCHLUE
German musician Chris Schule's spectacular technical work in mastering songs is only overshadowed by his brilliance as a guitarist and music producer, both in his solo work and in the various bands he plays in. Check out Chris's great tracks on his Soundcloud page:
https://soundcloud.com/chris-schlue

Hope you like the song.

We Luv Chaos

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

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

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

newly released older recording. Thanks for listeners that helped make it to #2 on Repost Ex- Best of the rest chart.

blues reign

You typed - three dots - then silence fell
A flicker of thought, then the digital spell
Just broke
No war, no closure, no smoke
Not a fight, not a funeral, just... blank
You left my name like coins in a riverbank
Unspent
Unread
Unsaid

I built a castle in our thread
Wrote sonnets in the ellipses
While you vanished
like you owed the wind a debt

I shook hands with fate in a glass tower
"You're exactly what we need"
They said with teeth-white power
“Next week"
"Soon"
"Circle back"
I wore ambition like a suit
But it unraveled down the track

Boardroom lights dimmed without goodbye
An inbox full of maybes
A future left on "Standby"

Tell me
Did you mean it when you asked for my dream
Or was I just auditioning for someone else's screen?

I was born with stars behind my eyes
But now they flicker
Refuse to rise
I spoke in plans
Wrote time in chalk
But rain came faster than I could talk

The mirror ghosts me most of all
Each year a friend who doesn't call

Did you hear me, Life?
I knocked
I burned
I bled

But you blinked right through me
And left me unread

A ghost's not dead
Just forgotten
A song half-hummed
A voice gone rotten
No screams, no graves, no final word
Just silence
Beautifully...
Absurd

Ghosted

guitar sample - prodhelpless
https://www.instagram.com/leftoverweapon/
https://genius.com/Left-over-weapon-dont-worry-about-me-lyrics

DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME

Take a look around you, to your left and right,
Everybody’s different, but we’re all in the same fight.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

Nothing wrong with different, nothing wrong with same.
Nothing wrong with in between, we’re all playin’ the game.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.

You are who you are, don’t you dare apologize.
I know you can find the way to love if you just try.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.


The Pronoun Song

Memories - Live Recording

Ever since Circus Boy with Mickey Dolenz, I've had a fascination with all things circus and fairgrounds... such a rich source of unique sounds, smells and sights. The trumpeting elephant was my tribute to the old elephant that lives in the vast Meenakshi temple in southern India.

10. The Wheel of Fortune

Dark Trap Type Beat (altobeat)

You Can Run

It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

Ghosted

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