Scott's Support 4

Nightmare

"'Spring Waltz' is a gentle and luminous invitation to renewal. On a hushed piano, each note dances lightly, evoking the first days of spring. Between neoclassical and emotional minimalism, this piece captures the freshness of the season and the awakening of feelings. Ideal for accompanying your moments of reflection, study, or relaxation."

Spring waltz

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

"Bright Lights, Big City" (Jimmy Reed) [08.11.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

Poolside Residency 2023

Bright Lights, Big City [08.11.25]

A lovely May.
You peaked too soon, my summer child.
Alive? 
Just trying to get by.
With a smile inside my eyes.
Ignore the scars.
Acting hard.

You're on a beach.
A weever fish/your feet.
You try to eat a peach.
But those things are bloody hard.
You can't look upon the stars in summertime.
Don't ask why.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen what I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

Another day.
You'll want for nothing summer child.
Arrived.
At always the right time.
You didn't recognise it was your salad days.
Within the haze.

You're out of reach.
You can not hear my speech.
You've nothing left to teach.
Condescending meek.
You wouldn't wait another week.
To run away.
Run away.

Not part of a team.
Living in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways..
Swept me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
There's no escape.

Singing in the rain.
From heaven to the drain.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.
There's no way.



Summer Child

I was gonna clean the kitchen
but the plates began a union
They demanded better hours
so I left them on strike

I thought I'd check my emails
but the subject lines were yelling
so I brewed another coffee
and let them shout at spam

Tomorrow - it's perfectly clear
everything important will start right there
Today I'm rehearsing my grand excuse
tomorrow I'll tighten the noose

I planned to pay the landlord
but the app said "try again"
I took that as a cosmic sign
to binge another show

I promised I'd go running
but my shoes are still offended
they've been waiting by the doorway
like statues keeping score

Tomorrow - the schedule's clean
I'll publish a book and I'll learn to sing
Today I just practice the art of delay
tomorrow I'll do what I meant for today

They say life is short
but it feels long enough
to put off flossing
fixing the sink
and writing that thesis
If deadlines are real
then so are unicorns

I was gonna call my mother
but she'd only ask for news
And news is what I'll have
when I finally do some things

I really wanted progress
but my plans will never start
if intention counts as effort
then I'm a work of art

Tomorrow - it's patient and kind
it carries the weight I can't lift tonight
Today is for coffee, tomorrow's for war
today keeps moving onward, tomorrow even more

Tomorrow

I wrote this to summarize the healer experience in world of warcraft, i love healing, but sometimes .... i just want to yell at people to get out of the puddles :D ... i wrote this because yelling, talking, typing... weakaura's ... nothing helped people get out of the goo... so i hoped this song will help :)

I go oom

One Day

ADV ORG CHEM

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

Love Myself Right

https://on.soundcloud.com/qSnaEYtdIMcfqzYHUU by Wirth-X @wirth-x

ShAnkAri was born in Austin, Tx.. Thank you so much Brady for celebrating Austin for me.. 🫠💕🎵✨

Warm wind through the cedar trees
Something here puts me at ease
Never planned it, never knew
Just the open sky pulling me through

There's a pull, there's a pull
Like the moon moves the tide
There's a call, there's a call
From the other side
Falling into place
In the hands of fate
You found me
Before it was too late

You laughed beneath the amber sky,
Said some hearts are born to try.
In your eyes I saw the proof,
Home was never just a roof.

Maybe peace was never gone,
Just waiting here to bring me home.

There's a pull, there's a pull
Like the moon moves the tide
There's a call, there's a call
From the other side
Falling into place
In the hands of fate
You found me
Before it was too late

I left my past on that old highway
Let the skyline fade away
Now the stars hum low and tuned
Everything reminds me of you

There’s a pull, there’s a pull
Like the stars draw the night
There’s a call, there’s a call
That feels just right
Falling into place
Where my heart can stay
You found me
And I’ll never drift away
@Wirth-X

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@djShAnkAri

Wirth-X - Austin (ShAnkAri touch)

雨上がり

An explosion of pure, youthful energy! This song captures those perfect, carefree nights with friends where laughter is the only thing that matters, and the feeling of joy lasts forever.

Echoes of a Howling Moon

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Some new songs available here: https://axiomsofmediocrity.bandcamp.com/album/eighteen-below

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