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Amazing Classic Rock Tracks

Experience the vibrant diversity of SoundCloud with my 'Best of' picks. From fresh electronic beats to raw indie vibes and everything in between, these are the tracks that define the platform's creative spirit. Featuring various artists I've found, plus some of my own tunes hosted right here. #SoundCloud #BestMusic #GenreFluid #FreshSounds #IndependentMusic"

Best Of Soundcloud

Pot's - World of All Rock, Hard, Metal, Punk, Alt

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.2

Re-Extended 18

Created from tracks found at @re-ex. Not completely radio friendly :)

Alt.rock, alt.pop (best of)

Bangers Alt.rock and alt.pop

rawkin

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

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Stuck On Repeat

Put up with me

Put Up With Me

You Should See Me in a Crown

Beautiful song to listen to with someone you love.  You could be driving to your favorite spots, or making a meal together, or laughing together about old stories.  Doesn't matter what you do when you love being with someone.

Sumerian Times

SUMERIAN TIMES

“Hold me tight” - Reýem
Between fragility and strength - a call for security

“Hold me tight” is an emotional sound moment that captures the desire for closeness, protection and support in a chaotic world in a poignant way. Reýem combines gentle guitar sounds, a touching piano melody and delicate strings to create a sound that gets under your skin.

Between a tender beginning and haunting guitar interludes, a musical call for security unfolds - for a safe place, a person who remains when everything begins to falter.

"Hold me tight when I need you. Be my lifeline, my rock in the surf - the light in my darkness."

With its powerful yet vulnerable melody, “Hold me tight” is a musical expression of deepest longing. A song that embraces you - and stays with you exactly when you need it most.

Hold Me Tight

Been selling the cd since I've made the track, shoutout everyone who has bought from me, made 2 years ago
3 track ep song #1

4444x7777777 SO SICKA PROD4444x7777777

Written: 2005-06/2023-25
Duration: ca. 33'
for orchestra (3 (dbl Pic.), 3 (dbl Eng. Hn.), 3 (dbl Bass Cl.), 3 (dbl C-bsn.); 4,3,3,1; timp +3; hp; kybd; strings)
Written for JoAnn Falletta and Mostly Modern Orchestra in honor of Mostly Modern Festival’s fifth season
For more information: https://robertpaterson.com/journey-of-a-dragonfly
Video: https://youtu.be/hZOVmC9R82M

PROGRAM NOTE
As a child, my parents vacationed at a summer cottage in Maine by a small lake. Often by myself, I would sit on a giant boulder and watch the lake and the wildlife for hours.

One day, a beautiful bright-winged dragonfly flew across the lake and hovered before me. I was startled and intrigued: its long, slender blue body glistened in the sunlight. Finally, it began to fly around the perimeter of the lake. It stopped every few minutes and hovered in place, almost as if waiting for me to follow it. I followed the dragonfly until sunset, imagining a world in which only the dragonfly existed, on its own terms, within its own world.

Years later, I hiked around the Niagara Gorge near Niagara Falls and explored Devil’s Hole Park. There is an opening on the side of a cliff called Devil’s Hole Cave. Interestingly, early Native Americans called it the Cave of the Evil Spirit and foretold subsequent disaster to anyone who dared enter the cave. The combination of the lake, the dragonfly, and Devil’s Hole Cave all came together and helped crystalize the idea for this work.

Journey of a Dragonfly begins as the sun rises; a foreboding darkness looms in the background, contrasting the Dragonfly’s graceful entrance into a world filled with the excitement of being alive. A gust of wind carries dandelion seeds skyward alongside butterflies and rainbow-colored wildflowers. Butterflies land on flowers before the Dragonfly ventures through a dark forest and emerges, only to be chased by five blackbirds. Weaving back and forth to try and escape, the Dragonfly flies into a narrow crevice as two of the blackbirds collide with trees. While still being chased, the three remaining birds retreat as the Dragonfly discovers a dark hole leading to a tunnel. The dragonfly speeds down the ghoulish tunnel and emerges at the end of the tunnel at the side of a cliff, hovering in place. It looks around in horror and sees a gigantic cavern and then Devil Town. After flying through Devil Town and witnessing tortured souls, a bomb factory, Attorney Alley, and the Devil’s Saloon, off in the distance, the Dragonfly sees Satan’s House on a hill and decides to explore. The Dragonfly enters the house and sees the Devil Child, the Devil Mother, and the Devil himself. Suddenly, the Devil Child catches the Dragonfly in a glass jar as the parents prepare dinner in the kitchen. The Dragonfly eventually manages to escape, only to be chased by the Devil Child and then by a group of hellish bats. After a chaotic chase, the Dragonfly finds the tunnel and speeds back toward the world above. Finally free, the Dragonfly finds a flat rock to rest. The tale concludes as the Dragonfly falls asleep, the sun sets by the lake, and the evening fades to black.

Journey of a Dragonfly was written for JoAnn Falletta and Mostly Modern Orchestra in honor of Mostly Modern Festival’s fifth season.

– RP

Movements:
1. The Lake: Sunrise
2. Dragonfly’s Entrance
3. Chase: Blackbirds
4. Descent Into The Underworld
5. Devil Town
6. Satan’s House
7. Trapped
8. Kitchen
9. Escape
10. Chase: Bats
11. Ascent To The World Above
12. The Lake: Sunset

Journey of a Dragonfly for Orchestra

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

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/track/7ISqxVMOIbQRQGhdIroSeB?si=4uo3jwYJQUCglBD9bvJ9lQ

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"William Shakespeare - "Against that time, if ever that time come," (sonnet 49)

"Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call’d to that audit by advised respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity,—
Against that time do I ensconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand against myself uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause."


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@constellation-lyra

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Constellation Lyra - The Strength Of Laws [out on Spotify now]

Skinwalker

A Good Day [05.12.25]


26 fingerprints is a band that was formed in the 2000s with the intention of mixing rock, grunge and nu metal, but in a different way. Until its disbandment in 2005, the band created several songs. Now we are back to re-release our work, and I hope you like Superhero, which was the first song we composed. We will release more soon!

Superhero

Woke up in a city, chasing dreams in neon light
Had a pocket full of hope, thought I'd own the night
But the skyline's just a backdrop, for the race I'm running blind
Every step I take forward, leaves contentment behind

Bought the latest gadget, thought it'd fill the void inside
But the thrill it faded quickly, now it's just another ride
Climbing higher, reaching further, but the summit's out of sight
On this endless hedonic treadmill, I'm spinning every night

Round and round, I'm chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but I'm back where I start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but I never find the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of my heart


There's a woman in the mirror, she's got lines beneath her eyes
She's been climbing corporate ladders, trading sleep for overtime
Every promotion, just a moment, in the grand scheme of her life
The applause fades to silence, leaving echoes of her strife

She bought a house with a garden, but the flowers never bloom
She filled the rooms with fancy things, yet still she feels the gloom
She's got a title, got respect, but it's just another plume
On the wings of her ambition, flying circles in her room

Round and round, she's chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but she's back where she start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but she never finds the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of her heart

We're all dreamers, we're believers, in the future we design
But the finish line keeps moving, with each goal we redefine
We're addicted to the newness, to the rush of what's unseen
But the high's a fleeting moment, like a whisper in between

There's a kid out in the suburbs, dreaming big behind closed doors
He's got posters of his idols, and a list of all his scores
But the medals on his dresser, are just tokens of his wars
Fighting battles for approval, never knowing what it's for

He's got the grades, he's got the plan, but something's always missed
The joy of simple moments, lost in the pursuit of bliss
He's climbing higher, thinking someday, he'll reach the top of this
But the view is just a mirage, fading into the abyss

Round and round, we're chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but we're back where we start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but we never find the spark
Just ghosts in a machine, losing pieces of our hearts

So we run, and we run, through the night and through the day
Chasing happiness like a phantom, that always slips away
But maybe if we stop, take a breath, and just stay
We'll find the joy we're missing, in the simple things we say

Hedonic Treadmill

Saw her strut across the hardwood floor
Glance sharp like a metaphor
Slit-green eyes and a silver shine
She didn't walk-she glided like a crime

Took one look, forgot my name
My drink got warm, my heart got tame
Velvet hush in the midnight air
Something told me, "Boy, beware..."

She's got claws, and she's not afraid to use 'em
Purrs when she's winning, bites if you lose 'em
Moves like trouble wrapped in lace
But she'll rub her cheek right on your face

She curls up tight when the thunder rolls
Sleeps in the sink like she's guarding souls
Won't come when you call, but she'll come when she feels
And lord help the man who tries to make deals

I bought her tuna, she took my chair
She stole my socks and didn't care
And when I asked her what's the plan
She just yawned like a tiny, furry tyrant can

She's the queen of the windowsill
Of 3am zoomies and sleeping still
She stares at ghosts I'll never see
And kneads her throne right into me

She's got claws, and she's living rent-free
Owns my house and occasionally me
Scratches the door like a femme fatale
Then runs from a cucumber in the hall

And yeah, I thought it was fate
Thought I'd found the one too late
But when she curled on my chest
And meowed with her breath...

...I realized, to my shock and awe
I've been writing love songs to a ten-pound ball of fluff with a murder paw

She's got claws, and she's chasing the moon
Screaming at walls and knocking down spoons
Purrs like thunder, soft as sin
And she's napping in a laundry bin

She's got claws-and I adore her still
My little tiger with a predatory thrill
No femme fatale, no siren song
Just my kitten... who's been plotting all along

She's Got Claws

Oliver Heldens, Poppy Baskcomb - Heart Cry (DjTranceponder Remix)

A song about anxiety and depression that people around you don't notice

I DON'T FEEL RIGHT  (LYRICS BADTRIPP INC, MUSIC BY BADTRIPP INC/SUNO AI)
My mind is reaching out to people that I meet
Sounds disturb the night so tight and so sweet
My heart is searching for someone to know
But when the game is over I have to go

Take away all my pain
make me dry in the rain
Let me try all in vain
drive me holy insane

My thoughts go back to times that I've seen
Images fill me with things I could have been
My soul is running for safety and for cover
And the years go by as I look for a lover

Touch me deep inside
fill my mind so wide
Take me on a ride
I need a place to hide

I am all alone in this empty town
I'm always here, always on my own
Memories from the past flash through my mind
Pictures of you touch my aching heart

Here comes another night
filling me with fright
I don't feel alright
when I turn out the light

I don't feel right

The idea for this song came after a news broadcast about the problems in Brussels. I wanted to contrast the selfish politics with the wonderful culture in this beautiful city

Brussels

A spark in the chaos, a glance in the night
Two particles drifting, colliding in flight
A billion to one, we still found our way
Through the cosmic confusion, you asked me to stay

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Time's an equation that none can escape
The longer we hold, the more things break
But I'd take the risk, rewrite every line
Just to know that for now, you are mine

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Maybe it breaks
maybe it bends
like a flicker of wonder
that quietly mends

It echoes through silence
then rises, ascends
a moment unmeasured
that somehow transcends

You and I
against the pull of entropy
The odds were wrong
You’re my improbability

My Improbability

This is a cover version of Connie Francis' song - Pretty Little Baby
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1MdThqGarI
With great respect to the work of the songwriters Don Stirling and Bill Nauman
Listen to this and other my songs for free https://www.voxelium.art/songs

Pretty Little Baby

My Site

DJ Voxelium - Pretty Little Baby

Free Download

I know what you want (Raphael Nuevo Remix)

I wasn't the storm
Wasn't the calm
Wasn't even the damn weather report
Just a line somebody skipped
while looking for the chorus

You kept a jar of sugar packets
from diners you don't remember
Me?
I was one of those
Sweet for a second
Then tossed in the glovebox
with expired maps and parking fines

I bought you soup when your sky cracked
You left me waiting on a Tuesday
A Tuesday, man?
The least poetic day of the week

You kept my jokes
but not my number
Told your friends
"she was... funny, I guess"
Hell of a eulogy

I was just a footnote for you
barely there, barely blue
Some flicker in the rearview
of a road you never meant to drive
Yeah...
I was just a footnote for you
But you?
You were a whole damn book for me

I made you pancakes once
You said you were allergic to mornings
And love
And me, apparently

You ever try deleting a voicemail
just so you don't memorize the silence at the end?
Yeah...
Me neither

I was just a footnote for you
just a scene that didn't test well
so they cut it in the final draft
But I kept your ghost in my guitar case
your laugh in the pocket of a coat I never wear
You were thunder
And I was...
a line break
Or less

You thought I was a footnote?
Baby, I'm the erratum
Printed loud
Page one
Right under your regrets

Just a Footnote

Cavebound, drifting through the breath of stone and the pulse of forgotten stars.

Cavebound

P a t r i k o v  M a l i  S v e t

Album Title: After The Bat Was Freed ... But Before Metal Died

An Ozzy Requiem

Description:

This is more than an album. This is a requiem. A two-part rock opera epic exploring the complete life, legacy, and psychological journey of a rock and roll icon. Performed by the virtual progressive metal band Adelheide's Wisdom.

LP 1: "After The Bat Was Freed ... But Before Metal Died"
A nine-act narrative that chronicles the rise and reflection of a legend. The journey begins in the industrial haze of 1960s Birmingham, capturing the spark of a Beatles-inspired dream ("The Day The Bat Was Freed"). It crashes through the chaotic birth of a new sound ("Sounds Like a Bunch of Cats Fightin'"), explores the creation of the demonic "Madman" persona ("They Call Me The Madman"), and descends into the self-destructive excesses of the 80s ("Wings of Sin"). The album finds its emotional core in the heartbreaking ballad "I Was Just A Dreamer," before culminating in a final, monumental tribute to the man behind the myth ("Prince of Eternal Fire").

7. I Was Just a Dreamer

The turning point: The album's grand, emotional power ballad. This is the "morning after," the moment of catharsis and vulnerable reflection after all the excess. The loud facade of the "Madman" crumbles, revealing the heartbroken dreamer behind the mask.

Official Song Description: Adelheide's Wisdom – "I Was Just A Dreamer"
What remains when the spotlights fade and the myths begin to crack?

With "I Was Just A Dreamer," the virtual band Adelheide's Wisdom releases the first single and emotional centerpiece from their monumental concept album, "The Laughing Shadow: An Ozzy Requiem."

This epic power ballad is a profound and heartbreaking confession that looks behind the facade of the "Prince of Darkness." It tells a story of deep inner conflict – from the celebrated rock star on the world's biggest stage to the lonely "ghost at home," alienated from his own family and confronted with a lifetime of "scrambled eggs and mistakes."

Beginning with a fragile, intimate piano theme, the song unfolds into a massive, orchestral anthem. The haunting duet vocals of Adelheide and André guide the listener through a landscape of regret, pain, and the faint, almost lost hope for forgiveness.

"I Was Just A Dreamer" is more than just a song; it is the key to understanding the entire requiem. It is a meditation on the price of fame, the walls we build around ourselves, and the tragic search of a man trying to master the one role that always seemed out of reach: that of a father.

We all together worked day and night. As the Godfather of Metal was a musical role model and one of the first albums that our producer bought was 'Paranoid'.

Lyrics (by Frank Talmon l'Armée]

I Was Just a Dreamer

Spotlights burn my face, 
the crowds scream my name 
But it ain't my name, 
just a mask in the game. 
At home there are wrinkled hands and plates, 
Scrambled eggs and a life of mistakes.

Who's the mask, who's the face? 
Am I lost inside this place?

I'm a fading star with a burning heart, 
A joke to them, 
a ghost at home from the start. 
I'm screaming out but it falls apart...

All he ever wanted... was a father

Frozen clocks in an empty room, 
Maps lead nowhere, 
the compass a tomb.

But the wind still carries ancient tunes, 
Of brighter days and kinder moons.

And maybe tomorrow... 
The sun will break through... 

I was just a dreamer 
I dreamt my life anyway 
I was just a dreamer 
missing mostly better days

[Solo]

And the wind still carries ancient tunes, 
Of brighter days and kinder moons.

And maybe tomorrow... 
The sun will break through... 

I was just a dreamer 
I dreamt my life anyway 
I was just a dreamer 
missing mostly better days

They cheer for the beast... 
but my kids...

I Was Just a Dreamer

I would absolutely appreciate feedback for the demo. Thanks and enjoy!

Mystical Batboy [Demo]

"NeurosYs" is NASP's 4th single of 2025
Next weekend it will be available on all streaming platforms, stay tuned.
All your support and feedback is highly appreciated.
Thank you all SO much in advance for listening.

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NeurosYs

"Without You" is a sonic blend of late-night nostalgia and raw emotional pulse.
Driven by a jazz-rock groove, RnB undertones, and '90s synth textures, this track speaks of loss, memory, and resilience.
A haunting female voice floats through the mix—sometimes whispering, sometimes crying out—in fragments like:
"Crazy... feel the life... make me feel the way..."

It's the echo of a love now gone, suspended in the silence that follows.

This is not just a song.
It's a bedroom at midnight.
It's a voice looking back.
It's the absence that shapes presence.

▶️ Listen. Feel. Remember.

Music composed & produced by Michel Allard

Without You

Without you - KRT Production

Deep Chill House sample of Ayton Senna talking about driving not long before he died RIP

Like A Drug ( Mudlark^ After Club Mix ) Tribute to Ayrton Senna free download !!

This Is Love - PJ Harvey Cover

Watch the 📹Video: https://youtu.be/PhE7afina30👈
Lyrics interpretation, here: https://beatingedge.blogspot.com/2025/08/vacant-stares-interpretation-of-lyrics.html
Here we are with our last track of the month.
Lately, Carl @thebeautifuldark has been working on some important projects to raise awareness about the indiscriminate use of AI in the world of art. This track came from deep conversations between us, exploring themes of identity, authenticity, and the growing trend of music that’s “AI-made” but never truly felt or played.

Vacant Stares is a cryptic, cult-like vision of a digital future, where prompters replace creators, and artistic expression is reduced to hollow commands.
Blank stares. Selfish prayers. Fake songs for simulated feelings.
This track is a warning. A question. A reversed ritual.
It asks you: who are you, when you no longer use your own voice?

The song is divided into two parts:

Beating Edge's part:
It’s gothic, cinematic, full of ritualistic and unsettling imagery. The atmosphere evokes abandoned temples, secret cults, carved symbols… with that sense of existential disorientation like “they’re initiating me into something but I don’t know what.”
It feels like a lucid nightmare or a hallucination induced by an intelligence simulating spirituality.
Carl’s part:
More brutal, direct, anti-establishment. Almost a rap/spoken-word poem loaded with accusations towards those who use AI in a sterile, heartless way. “Selfish prayers / Fake / Unfair” hit like punches in the gut in just four words. It’s the awakening from hypnosis.

Let’s reflect! And use AI as a tool to amplify art, not to replace it!
Love you all!🫶

Lyrics:

(Tom)

Veil of whispers, carved in stone
Guiding hands, but I'm alone
Golden masks and hollow eyes
Chanting words that crystallize

Candles flicker, shadows climb
Marble echoes bend through time
Steps resound in hollow halls
Silent lips behind the walls

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

Smoke is rising, threads unwind
Painted symbols twist my mind
Fingers trace the silent vow
No way back, it's over now

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

A voice like thunder in my head
Tells me secrets left unsaid
A crimson door, a silver knife
A choice to stay or trade my life

Lights go dim, the world dissolves
A hollow chant, a fate evolves
In the mirror, I can't see
Is that me, or what's left of me?

(Carl - The Beautiful Dark)

Vacant stares
Selfish prayers
Fake
Unfair

Unnatural wear
Expressionless
Ghost digital smile
Simulated pain
You making fake dog pile

Guesses pluggs in
Self matrix is made
Showing young kids
Their artist mind grave

Not on our watch
Sing your own feeling
Talk your reflections
Save children's true meanings

Feeding them new
They'll amplify this
They'll stay plugged out
All now's reminisce

Prompters, have that reckoning
With fake thoughts you feeding

Respect the souls of past inspire
Their spirit will help you transcend the mire

Vacant Stares

Official Music Video

IT’S ALRIGHT… ft. Amelia Martin

Velvet Reverie

"Chocolate Stars" fuses singer-songwriter intimacy with alt rock atmospheres. With shimmering guitars and contributions from The Choir of Phantoms, the track channels the poetic honesty of The Cure and The Smiths while carving its own path through themes of hope, despair, and human complexity. An evocative and introspective listen.

For fans of: The Cure, The Smiths, U2 (early), Interpol

These Guitars Say Sorry – Chocolate Stars (introspective alt rock, acoustic & atmospheric)

Probably

Amsterdam – Studio Session
Sophie’s voice carries the weight of this song in a raw and intimate studio performance.
This take captures a darker, more layered side of Amsterdam, while the Unplugged Session let her vocals stand fragile and exposed.

Discover the contrast between the two:
👉 Amsterdam (Unplugged) – YouTube 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcUeHLDa484

Two faces of the same song, Sophie’s voice at its most vulnerable, and at its most intense.

Produced by EileenNoise
Vocals Sophie

[Verse]
I board the night with a heavy stare
A one-way ticket to the misty air
The city's calling
Its whispers low
Through shadowed alleys
Where secrets grow

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 2]
Cobblestones echo with tales untold
A foggy shroud
A story bold
Lanterns flicker
The past alive
In this dark dance
Shadows thrive

[Bridge]
The wind it howls
It sings my name
A foreign rhythm
A wicked game
I lose myself in your ancient haze
Through endless nights
Through twisted maze

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 3]
I feel the pulse of your hidden core
A labyrinth heart I can't ignore
Through every turn
Your spirit feeds
On the dreams of those it needs

Amsterdam (Studio session Sophie vocals)

Lyrics written by Badtripp Inc/Geir Arne Moi,. copyright 1980-2025. Music made in collaboration with Suno., This one took a long time to coach forth from the AI Suno, maybe punkrock has become too quaint?! HERE'S THE LYRICS:

Go get a rope 
Go get a gun 
Go get some dope 
Tell me what to do

To kill my
Deathwish Deathwish 
Deathwish Deathwish 

Sex and drugs
And rock and roll
Just ain't got 
what it takes 

To kill my 
Deathwish  Deathwish  
Deathwish Deathwish

DEATHWISH

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

Me, Myself

Phoenix

Club lights flashin’, bottles up, toast quick,
Diamonds on my chain, got ’em dancin’ on the wrist.
Cash flow dirty but the lifestyle clean,
Pull up heavy whips, tinted out, unseen.
Fake smiles in my face, I can read that hate,
Snakes blend in close, tryna eat my plate.
Every night’s a movie, but the reel ain’t sweet,
Party with the wolves while I’m guardin’ my seat.

Verse 2
Money on my mind, stack racks, no slack,
Talk slick once, then you never come back.
Feds in the cut, gotta move low key,
Friends turn to foes, can’t trust no G.
Everybody say “ride,” but they switch when it’s hot,
One wiretap call, whole block get caught.
Rule one: never fold, keep your mouth on lock,
Play the game by the code or you end up shot.

Verse 3
Homie snitched out, put my name in his plea,
Said “forever we brothers,” guess forever ain’t free.
We bled for the hustle, now he runnin’ with feds,
Traded loyalty for freedom with a price on my head.
Heart cold now, I don’t love no soul,
Keep my burner loaded, never trust what’s told.
Fake hugs, fake dap, I done seen too much,
Street life costly — gotta pay for trust.

Verse 4
Wild parties, big tables, champagne rain,
But behind all the laughter there’s a shadow of pain.
Watch close, every toast got a dagger inside,
See the envy in they eyes while they clap and they smile.
One slip, one word, that’s a coffin or cell,
So I keep my circle tighter than a wishin’ well.
No names, no talk, silence deep in my speech,
Only code in my life is the code that I teach.

Verse 5
Kilos in the trunk, hundred bands in the safe,
Life gamble every move, can’t afford one mistake.
Either ball or you fall, ain’t no middle ground,
So I stack till I’m gone, keep my name renowned.
Enemies lurk close, tryna plot my fall,
But the closest ones to you gon’ hurt you most of all.
Blood thicker than water? Not in this biz,
Seen brothers turn Judas just to dodge a bid.

Verse 6
From the gutter to the mansion, scars still burn,
Every dollar that I touched was a lesson I earned.
Snakes in designer, rats in the crew,
Once the cuffs come out, then the lies come too.
I walk with the shadows, trust none, just me,
Every bond in the game come with hidden fees.
Fast life glitter, but the dirt run deep,
One snitch, one slip, put your empire to sleep.



Code Of Silence

My Hair

An Epic Novel. A Sonic Universe. One True Story.

Welcome to the sonic universe of "Behind Us The Land" (Hinter uns das Land). What began as a soundtrack for an epic historical novel has evolved into a global, cross-genre music phenomenon, celebrated by millions of listeners and a worldwide community of artists.

Discover the different worlds within this project:

The official soundtrack to the 80-year true story of the Feyerabend family.

The epic progressive metal of the virtual band Adelheide's Wisdom.

The chart-topping indie pop of the virtual artist Ulla F.

Helmed by author, producer, and lifelong music curator Frank Talmon l'Armée, this project is the result of a deep-seated passion for music and storytelling. As the human visionary, he employs a hybrid method of traditional songwriting and the pioneering use of AI tools as his "orchestra" to bring this monumental saga to life.

This is a place for deep listeners, for fans of epic stories and genre-defying music. Dive in, explore the albums and playlists, and become part of a story that connects the past with the future.

At its heart, 'Behind Us The Land' is more than just the 80-year story of one German family. It's a universal parable about loss, resilience, and the unbreakable will to build a new home from the ruins – a story that repeats itself tens of thousands of times every single day, all over the world. Our music aims to give a voice to this universal experience and to inspire courage.

OUR VISION & MISSION

Our Vision: We believe that resilience can make even the deepest wounds bearable.

Our Mission: This project is dedicated to a profoundly human, true story to achieve two things:

To Bear Witness: To show what war does to ordinary people and how its scars echo for generations.

To Give Courage: To strengthen and inspire anyone who has suffered loss or lived through difficult times.

This is music as a testament. A story that repeats itself every day.

A Beyond & Before Music production.

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Ein Romanepos. Ein Klanguniversum. Eine wahre Geschichte.

Willkommen im Klang-Universum von "Hinter uns das Land". Was als Soundtrack zu einem epischen historischen Roman begann, hat sich zu einem globalen, genre-übergreifenden Musikphänomen entwickelt, das von Millionen von Hörern und einer weltweiten Community von Künstlern gefeiert wird.

Entdecken Sie die verschiedenen Welten innerhalb dieses Projekts:

Den offiziellen Soundtrack zur 80-jährigen, wahren Saga der Familie Feyerabend.

Den epischen Progressive Metal der virtuellen Band Adelheide's Wisdom.

Den chartstürmenden Indie-Pop der virtuellen Künstlerin Ulla F.

Geführt von Autor, Produzent und Musik-Kurator Frank Talmon l'Armée, ist dieses Projekt das Ergebnis einer lebenslangen Leidenschaft für Musik und das Erzählen von Geschichten. Als menschlicher Visionär nutzt er eine hybride Methode aus traditionellem Songwriting und dem wegweisenden Einsatz von KI-Werkzeugen als sein "Orchester", um diese monumentale Saga zum Leben zu erwecken.

Dies ist ein Ort für anspruchsvolle Hörer, für Fans von epischen Geschichten und genre-sprengender Musik. Tauchen Sie ein, erforschen Sie die Alben und Playlists und werden Sie Teil einer Geschichte, die die Vergangenheit mit der Zukunft verbindet.

Im Herzen ist 'Hinter uns das Land' mehr als nur die 80-jährige Geschichte einer deutschen Familie. Es ist eine universelle Parabel über Verlust, Widerstandsfähigkeit und den unzerbrechlichen Willen, aus den Trümmern eine neue Heimat zu schaffen – eine Geschichte, die sich täglich zigtausendfach auf der ganzen Welt wiederholt. Unsere Musik soll dieser universellen Erfahrung eine Stimme geben und Mut machen.

UNSERE VISION & MISSION

Unsere Vision: Wir glauben daran, dass Resilienz selbst die tiefsten Wunden erträglich machen kann.

Unsere Mission: Dieses Projekt widmet sich einer zutiefst menschlichen, wahren Geschichte, um zwei Dinge zu erreichen:

Zeugnis ablegen: Zu zeigen, was Krieg mit normalen Menschen macht und wie seine Narben über Generationen nachhallen.

Mut machen: Jeden zu stärken und zu inspirieren, der Verlust erlitten oder schwere Zeiten durchlebt hat.

Das ist Musik als Vermächtnis. Eine Geschichte, die sich täglich wiederholt.

Ein Projekt von Beyond & Before Music.

© 2006-2025 Beyond and Before Music

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