Genial pista muy misteriosa y ambiental con estilo de los 80s con un especular suspenso.

Toy just unleashed creatively on this for real 👊

Geralt is wandering the path, it's a snowy landscape and a blizzard is brewing. On his way to find shelter he notices birds circling an area in the forest, there he finds the corpse of merchants and a young woman, he follows the path and ends up near an abandoned mansion.

The Path

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Homemade record . - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : J. Arcas (1832-82)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

Si consiglia l'utilizzo di cuffie o una buona amplificazione.
Per un ascolto ottimale si raccomanda l'utilizzo del pc e una buona amplificazione stereo.
Per un migliore ascolto dal cellulare su Soundcloud si consiglia di scaricare l'app.

The use of headphones or good amplification is recommended.
For optimal listening, the use of a pc and a stereo amplification is recommended.
For better listening from your mobile phone on Soundcloud we recommend downloading the app.

Fantasía sobre El Paño  J. Arcas - I. M. Regazzo (2025) HD

A day of comfort and peace—that’s the essence of "Balmday" by Dallar Sunstar. As May’s golden afternoons unfold, this track wraps you in mellow beats and soothing harmonies, ideal for lofi music for reading, studying, or unwinding. Let "Balmday" bring a sense of serenity to your space, wherever you are.

Balmday

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Cease to Roll

Overwrite Existences


Chronic Condition is a punkish indie rocker with an irresistible beat and hook. Its about how the human experience the progress and setbacks, trials and tribulations, advances and declines of individuals and societies is like a feedback loop through time. The names and settings change, but the story always turns out the same. Its a chronic condition, just the latest rendition. Featuring a guest appearance by Elvis. 

Its a chronic condition
Just the latest edition 
Coming to fruition

We stand up and we get knocked down
And we stand up then we fall back down
Put it in a glass and swirl it around
And everything is turned upside down

I’m not depressed
I’m just realistic
I must confess
I thought about it and I worked it all out
I think I know what I’m talking about
The thing that fucks with your mind the most is… life

Yeah its life that really fucks with your head yeah!

I’m not broken
Just slightly damaged
And in spite of it
I somehow manage
To get by in this messed up, broke down world
The more I see the less I believe
The more I hear the less I care
The less I care the better I feel
Yeah that’s on the real yo
Yeah that’s on the real yo 

Maybe I’m jaded
And slightly cynical
But the evidence is empirical
We’re riding round in circles on a broken machine
I thought about it and I worked it all out
I think I know what I’m talking about
The thing that fucks with your mind the most is…  life 

I’m just nodding my head
Pretending to listen 
To what you say
Its the same old story and I’ve heard it before
And every time its always a bore
You change the settings and you change the names
But it always turns out the same
Its a random ass world
Full of random ass boys and girls
Living our random ass lives
We stand up we get knocked down
We stand up then we fall back down
Put it in a glass and drink it down
Cuz the world is upside down

Its upside-down yeah!

Humanity is overrated
And the world we made is oversaturated
With our stupid fucked up useless shit
The more we have 
The more we want
We can’t get enough of it
The more we have 
The more we want
Yeah ain’t that some shit

Its a chronic condition
Just the latest rendition

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🎭 A Dream Worth Breaking 
“Not Zaun. Not vengeance. Not even freedom. Just her.”

Step into the smoke and sorrow of Arcane’s darkest lullaby. "A Dream Worth Breaking" is a cinematic, emotionally raw confessional ballad sung from the aching heart of Silco — not as a Revolutionary but as a father.

Blending haunting piano, electric cello, and ambient industrial textures, this track spirals from whispered grief to orchestral catharsis. Inspired by the hidden backstory of Felicia — Vi and Powder’s mother — this song reframes Zaun’s rebellion as a vow born of love, not just revolution.

But when that vow collides with the broken child Silco raises as his own, the dream shatters. And in the shards, he finds something more powerful than power: a reason to stop fighting. A reason to hold on.

🩸 From ghostly female echoes of “Powder” to the swelling chorus where Silco trades war cries for lullabies, this is a farewell to an old  promise and a tribute to a daughter who became the dream,His Legacy,His Daughter

✨ For fans of emotional storytelling, cinematic soundscapes, and characters too broken not to love.

#Arcane #Jinx #Silco #Zaun #OneHandedComposer #EmotionalEpic #FatherDaughter #SoundtrackForTears #CinematicPop #AestheticDespair 
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Lyrics – A Dream Worth Breaking
Silco’s confessional to the only vow he ever meant to keep.

You made us promise in the dark
Said you couldn’t raise her in the smog.
"You're not allowed to fail again,"
That vow was more than just a joke.
We took the weight, two broken men…
But I walked the fire alone again.
With every drop they bled from Zaun,
I swore to burn the world to right that wrong.

I carried your ghost like a knife,
Cut the air with speeches, sold my soul to strife.
Painted freedom in Shimmer and blood,
Told myself the ends were worth what they’d become.

Then I found her in the rain.
Tears that matched my soot and flame.
Arms around me, frail and bruised—
Powder, little girl I couldn't lose.

And everything changed.
She cracked the iron in my chest.
No longer chasing flags or flame—
She became my breath.
Not Zaun, not war, not even pride.
Just keep her safe, just keep her alive.
The dream I once set cities on fire to reach
Now cried in my arms on that rusted bridge.

I wore my mask before the crowd,
Spoke in steel and rage out loud.
But in the dark, I watched her sleep,
Listened to the chaos buried deep.
And tried to be the father I never had,
Teaching strength the only way I could stand.

They called me monster, zealot, ghost…
But I dropped it all when she needed me most.
That day her blood met Piltover’s rain,
I didn’t see a soldier, only pain.
And I knew—oh, I knew right then:
She wasn’t my weapon or a tool…
She was the end.
I felt like a fool.

And everything changed.
She cracked the warlord into dust.
Zaun could burn, I'd let it rust
If she would breathe, if she would trust.
No more crusade, no more command—
Just hold her hand, just hold her hand.
Not victory, not power, not flame…
Just the sound of her voice saying my name.

Don’t cry... you’re perfect.
Even in chaos, even in pain.
You’re the song, the dream, my legacy.
Don’t cry... you’re perfect.
Perfect...
My dream, my legacy…
My daughter.

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