Very crispy very epic and I like it a lot

Female vocals and singing are great. I like the drop

Another superb song, lovely vocals and the interplay between vocals and guitar.

I love the vocals in this! I’m going to need to keep it on repeat

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

SE QUEDARÁ POCO MÁS

https://youtu.be/Q1ReOgbdKi8

"Y este te dije que levantaba la piedra,
para allá donde están árboles,
para allá en la esquina levantaba la piedra,
y ansina na'má, te dije".

Principia la superficie,
se quedará poco más,
será invulnerable si el cielo está destruyendo.

Las piedras son el origen,
llevan vestigio, sol de corteza,
nopales, maguey de acero,
cactus furiosos, rojo lucero.

Minúscula la intemperie,
se quedará poco más,
será invulnerable si todo es principio y fin.

Las piedras son el origen,
llevan vestigio, sol de corteza,
nopales, maguey de acero,
cactus furiosos, rojo lucero.

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
me quedo en la iglesia".

Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac 
Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Se quedará poco más

Went through a rough patch a few months back. this song embodies that struggle and serves as a reminder to keep moving forward. Thankyou for coming on this journey with me!  (:

Don't look back

Debut EP for an upcoming album. Each song explores a different side of alternative rock, blending synth-driven soundscapes, cinematic strings, and guitar solos. All tracks were written, produced, mixed, and mastered by me in my room.

Let It Be Me

She was a killer!

Thick & Thin

Dangers in the Mind

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

Do you come to my Universe?

You never touched me
But the space you left
I keep falling into it

There was no plan
No signal flared in the sky, no moment carved in time
Just something slow
and quiet
and final
in the way your gaze didn't move

You looked at me like a question you weren't ready to ask
And I stayed still-because I wasn't ready to answer

You didn't lean in
I didn't breathe out
The pause got heavier
I swear, it pressed on my ribs like a second heart

And maybe you meant nothing
But my body rephrased you
into yes

This isn't hunger
Not exactly
This is knowing what you'd taste like
if I ever let you be real

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

I imagined what your hand would feel like on the back of my neck
not heavy, not claiming, just there
like something I forgot I wanted
until it reminded me

You moved one breath closer
The air gave up its shape
I didn't step back

Do you know how rare it is
to want someone like a sentence half-remembered
but still trust the ending?

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

Then silence folded-soft, complete
and breath met breath in rhythm sweet
Not taken. Not claimed. Just given
like a truth too full to speak

And we were
naked
Not just skin
but thought
and choice
and everything we didn't say
now echoing in the heat between
what moved... and what stayed

No vow, no proof
just pulse
and yes
and now

And nothing left undone

Held Without Hands

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

[Intro]
You stood there with a ring and a promise
But time’s revealed the cracks inside your charm
You said you'd build her up with kindness
Now all I see is harm

[Verse 1]
You're drinking more than talking these days
And your words come sharp like razor blades
You raise your voice, and the kids all scatter
Like paper boats lost in a gale
You blame her for the life you wasted
While you're the one who walked away
From the man you swore you'd be
Back on that wedding day

[Chorus]
I'm disappointed, can’t you see?
You're not the man I hoped you’d be
You’re breaking hearts instead of chains
And pouring liquor on the flames
I see the wreckage, hear the cries
I wipe the tears from children’s eyes
You point at them, when it’s your soul that’s stained
Son… I’m just so disappointed

[Verse 2]
While your world’s falling in tatters
You treat her love like it's disposable
You treat your kids like they’re to blame
But I see through the smoke and whiskey
You're just drowning out your name

[Chorus]
I'm disappointed, can’t you see?
You're not the man I hoped you’d be
You’re breaking hearts instead of chains
And pouring liquor on the flames
I see the wreckage, hear the cries
I wipe the tears from children’s eyes
You point at them, when it’s your soul that’s stained
Son… I’m just so disappointed

[Bridge]
I gave you trust, I gave you time
I gave you room to change your mind
But now I stand here on this line
Between protector and goodbye

[Chorus – Final]
Yes, I’m disappointed, this cuts deep
You traded vows for nights of sleep
You left the mess for them to clean
You crushed their joy, you stole her dream
And if you ever want it back
You better fight, and change your track
But if you don’t… don’t leave it disjointed
Just know... I’ll always be disappointed

[Outro]
You still got time… to make it right
But tonight... I sleep with the porch light
Burning for them, not for you
You know what you need to do

Disappointed

https://youtu.be/2Zma6KYjbnA?si=-6hDsN6hWc9PwHK5

Guitars, Bass, Keys and Composition by Robert Grigg
Drums by Jim Dooley
soundcloud.com/jimdooley/tracks
www.jimdooley.net/

Plastic Plasma

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

I know you for ages
Never before you let me down
Since my whole life
I demand you

It’s exciting to see you
It’s exciting to toutch you
It’s exciting to feel you
It’s exciting to kiss you

I can’t hide my feelings of pleasure
It’s exciting to be with you

Held Without Hands

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