You guys are true, Rockers! You got it right.

I love how theatrical this is. Keep up the good work

Wonderful job! Powerful song. So well done.

Great cello (?) opening. Very strong vocal. Big guitar sound too. Interesting story about controlling another. Painfull implications but strongly expressed.

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

We Call It World

Verse 1:
Unconscious souls
is what’s left,
on a planet that is bleeding, but we still believe!
That we could
change this coldness of the feelings,
but we’re steering (the world) right into the end!

Verse 2:
There is no lesson
to learn in it, what the children of tomorrow will receive,
I guess it’s just the way it goes!

Chorus:
If trees could send Wi-Fi signals, we would plant a billion trees,
but unfortunately, they just produce the oxygen we breathe!
Bombs are flying, people dying, relentless crying and the poor denying!
Welcome to the nightmare that we call world!

We Call It World

A track that mixes happy and strange feelings.

3.00 AM

Ignite Me

T.A.L.K.

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

Nadia music!

Nadia Selvaggi, Ogi feel the Beat - Hidden Hand

He asked me why
then told me what I meant
As if I'd nodded
He drew my voice
in chalk outlines
and claimed I'd run

He argued with a strawman
stacked me tall and thin
fed me lines I never spoke
then bragged about the win
But I never moved
I wasn't there
He battled echoes
in the empty air

He needed me simple
so he trimmed the pieces
that wouldn't break easy
He wore my silence
like a trophy
called it proof

I tried to speak
between his verdicts
But he filled the spaces
with speeches
he wrote for me
His voice louder than mine
his need to be right
louder than truth

He argued with a strawman
gave me thoughts I never claimed
stripped me down to paper fears
then set the stage and named the game
He won alone
I watched him shout
He locked the truth
and left me out

I wasn't perfect
But I was real
Still, he fenced a fiction
and crowned himself
king of reason
Even my pauses
were misread as guilt

He argued with a strawman
not the voice that stood right here
Now all that lingers
is the silence he won't hear
He needed noise
I offered thought
He left the battle
having never fought

I was still speaking...
But he'd already answered

Strawman

I Feel Empty Inside

EILAD 

 

Rap Verse 1:  

I’m sitting pretty now but I used to be so vicious. 

Was the moment I met you, that second everything changed 

So many lessons in my life, in all these bridges I’d burned 

Perhaps it isn’t fair, to have to be my calm in the storm 

But we’re rebuilding my foundation, all the years, damage done 

All this poison in my blood, always steering me wrong 

All these choices, these decisions, all the things that we do 

Now, every breath a confirmation that I’ll be there for you. 

 

Verse 1:  

Oh, I love you, my angel, I do 

Oh, my starling, the murmuration of you 

And I don’t want to wake up but for your light, my every morning, all I need 

This time is never enough, so be careful with the moments, let us have this memory 

 

Rap Verse 2:  

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that this is the time 

But it passes so fast, too old for nursery rhymes 

Thinkin' back to scraped knees, I was a mountain to climb 

Both the good and the bad, what kind of man was I? 

And you moved me, so when the sun sets low, let it be, it’s ok, you know we all have to go Keep the love that we shared, may it continue to grow. 

I carried you, you carried me so much further though 

 

Verse 2 

Oh, my child, my one, my blood 

My hand runs the lines marked on the wall, how fast the time has gone 

I smile at the box of things, and search my heart to feel that way again 

And as I fade away, may the simple things we had be enough when all that’s left 

 

Outtro 

And we all sing… 

Oh my love, every day is like a dream 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

Oh, my baby, how you blessed my soul, every day is like a dream. 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

eilad

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



This song isn’t just music — it’s a nightmare carved into sound. Allysa (Big Mama – Resident Evil Requiem) feels like walking through a hospital where the walls breathe, the lights flicker, and every chain drag is her coming closer.

The verses are long, almost story-like, painting Allysa’s torment and presence in detail — the corridors, the echoes, the screams behind doors. Then the chorus repeats like a curse, a chant you can’t shake: “Allysa’s come for you…” It sticks in your head the way her shadow sticks to the walls.

The bridge whispers like a prayer gone wrong — “Chains… Silence… Grace… Mother…” — until it explodes back into the final chorus, rising, possessed, dragging you down with her.

It’s not just horror for the sake of fear. It’s tragedy too — a requiem. Allysa isn’t just a monster, she’s a memory, a ghost of what was taken, doomed to roam forever. And you turned that into music that feels alive, suffocating, and unforgettable.




#Allysa #ResidentEvil9 #ResidentEvilRequiem #BigMama #ViktorRebellion #HorrorMusic #Creepypasta #DarkWave #NightmareFuel #SoundCloudArtists #DarkTrap #Industrial #DarkSynth #UndergroundMusic #NewMusic #NowPlaying #IndieArtist #DarkEnergy #SinisterBeats

lisa (allysa,big mama-resident evil requiem)

The Panther’s Flame: An Homage to Rustaveli
A tribute to Georgia’s national poet by The House of Christian Eusterqnute
Eight centuries ago, in the golden age of Georgia, a poet gave the world a masterpiece. Shota Rustaveli (c. 1160 – after 1220) wrote The Knight in the Panther’s Skin, an epic that celebrates love, loyalty, friendship, and universal human dignity. Written in the reign of Queen Tamar, it remains as relevant today as it was in the 1200s.
This album is a homage to Rustaveli and Georgia. His quatrains are woven directly into gospel-soul compositions, where choirs, brass, and strings lift his timeless words into a new soundscape. Lines like “He who has not tasted love does not know what life is” or “What jewel is greater than a friend? None” stand at the heart of these songs.
It is only a glimpse — we draw on small portions of Rustaveli’s vast epic of 1,600 quatrains. His work is far greater than any musical adaptation could capture. This is a humble offering, a flame borrowed from his eternal torch.

Rustaveli’s dream endures.
Love is the crown of the human race.


რვა საუკუნის წინ, საქართველოს ოქროს ხანაში, ერთმა პოეტმა კაცობრიობას შემოუნახა შედევრი. შოთა რუსთაველი (დაახლ. 1160 – 1220-ის შემდეგ) შექმნა ვეფხისტყაოსანი, ეპოსი, რომელიც სავსეა სიყვარულის, მეგობრობის, ერთგულებისა და ადამიანის ღირსების იდეალებით. თამარ მეფის მეფობის ხანაში დაწერილი, იგი დღესაც ისეთივე აქტუალურია, როგორც XIII საუკუნეში.
ეს ალბომი არის ხოტბა რუსთაველსა და საქართველოს. მისი ოთხსტრიქონიანი სტროფები გადმოცემულია სოულისა და გოსპელის ჟღერადობაში, სადაც გუნდები, საყვირები და სიმები ახალ სინათლეს ანიჭებენ მის საუკუნო სიტყვებს. ფრაზები, როგორიცაა: „ვისაც სიყვარული არა უგემნია, სიცოცხლე არა უნახავს“ და „მეგობარზე ძვირფასი ძვირფასეულობა არ არსებობს“ — დგას თითოეული სიმღერის გულში.
ეს მხოლოდ მცირე მონაჭერია — რუსთაველის ეპოსი 1600-ზე მეტ სტროფს მოიცავს. მისი სიდიადე ბევრად აღემატება ყოველგვარ მუსიკალურ ადაპტაციას. ეს არის მდაბალი შესაწირი, ნაპერწკალი მისი მარადიული ალიდან.
რუსთაველის ოცნება ცოცხლობს.
სიყვარული არის გვირგვინი კაცობრიობისა.

Love Beyond the Crown

[Verse 1]  
Curtains drawn, the night begins,  
Dancing shadows, fragile sins.  
Figures move where light won’t stay,  
Telling stories in the gray.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every secret comes alive,  
In the darkness, we survive.  

[Chorus]  
Shadowplay upon the wall,  
Watch it rise, watch it fall.  
Every movement hides the truth,  
Every step reveals the proof.  

[Verse 2]  
Whispers crawl across the room,  
Silent echoes, velvet gloom.  
Every mask is bound to fade,  
In the dark, we’re unafraid.  

[Bridge]  
Step inside, don’t run away,  
We’re the actors of the play.  

[Final Chorus]  
Shadowplay upon the wall,  
Watch it rise, watch it fall.  
Every movement hides the truth,  
Every step reveals the proof.  

Strawman

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