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Pale Ontology

Dishwasher

My friend and I jamming in 1980 with a mic up to each of our amps into a tape deck.
Greg Michalski - Right Guitarist
Ron Snyder - Left Guitarist

DIRECT TO POINT (Michalski & Snyder - 1980 JAM)

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SEXYY RED - SKEEYEE (CHROMEBODIED)

Billie Eilish - LUNCH (Phrva Flip)

Pass Tha Dutch Flip

Had a lot of fun making this one. Hope you all enjoy listening to it 🤟🏼❤️

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DENIAL IS A RIVER (WillTheThrill Remix)

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Little Simz - Gorilla (Know Good Flip)

LoNe WolF - "Land and Water"

Album: "Avant-Garde"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF



#tracksoftheweek #newsong #avantgarde

Avant-Garde

Land and Water

Blissnote Meeseeks

Composed, produced, sung and played by Carlos R (Carlos Rodrigues)

Teus olhos eram a luz da minha vida
Agarravas meu polegar ao adormecer
Foi aquela decisão irrefletida
Que sem pensar deitei tudo a perder

Na minha alma guardei a tua imagem
No meu caderno desenhei-te uma flor
Esta ferida que não cura com o tempo
Sabe a derrota e com ela vem a dor

Mas o que sinto mesmo estando distante, ás vezes penso que tudo podia mudar
Pudesse eu ser aquele amigo gigante para contigo sorrir e te abraçar
Deixei-te um dia sem nenhuma reserva, e uma voz me dizia que te iria perder
Agora vivo nesta imensa tristeza quando te vejo numa foto e não te posso ter

Passamos juntos alguns belos momentos
Da tua voz não me vou esquecer
Se o homem não revela os sentimentos
Falta coragem naquilo que quer dizer

Os anos passam e aumenta o silencio
Se ninguém fala não podemos escutar
Não existe nada contra um argumento
Se for sincero só devemos aceitar

Mas o que sinto mesmo estando distante, ás vezes penso que tudo podia mudar
Pudesse eu ser aquele amigo gigante para contigo sorrir e te abraçar
Deixei-te um dia sem nenhuma reserva, e uma voz me dizia que te iria perder
Agora vivo nesta imensa tristeza quando te vejo numa foto e não te posso ter

Não te posso ter
Nesta nossa distancia
Para dizer que te amo

Triste por não te poder ter
Nesta nossa distancia
Para dizer que te amo
Para dizer que te amo



Nossa distancia

SR71.mp3

A cinematic pop duet love song about rediscovering love and courage through connection. Emotional ballad vibes.
Two voices — one promise. Because of You rises from quiet reflection to a powerful, orchestral finale that celebrates the moment we choose love over fear.

🎤 Vocals: Male & Female Duet
🎼 Genre: Cinematic Pop / Romantic Ballad
🌌 Mood: Emotional • Uplifting • Timeless
Vocals: Margaret Vlosse™, and George Graystone™, — virtual singers created and directed by Bill Shook using proprietary vocal modeling and performance design, trademarks of Shook Studios.

✨ For fans of John Legend, Celine Dion, and Disney’s greatest love songs.

💬 Tell us what the song means to you — we read every comment.

❤️ If it moves you, repost or add it to your playlist. Every share helps the music reach new hearts.

Because of You epic duet

“A sonic journey through the ruins of a city at war, where between sirens, silence, and the longing for peace, a human heartbeat is still sought. A powerful and melancholic track that blends raw imagery with intense emotion, suspended between destruction and hope.”


Bombs fall hard upon my head
Sirens scream, the city’s dead
Missiles loop, homes torn apart
Buildings crash right in the heart
                        
Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire                
The air smells of iron and flame
The sun shines down, but nothing’s the same, hey!

Only my steps break the empty streets
Echoes of a world that no longer beats
Peace… but how long will it stay?
We chase a heartbeat, then fade away 
(then fade away, then fade away)

I close my eyes just to feel alive
Shut the world down, but the silence survives      
No signal now, where am I to go?
No proof my people, still walk below. hey hey hey!

Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire.                 
The air smells of iron and flame
Now the sun shines down, but nothing’s the same


China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

THE LAST SIGNAL

Eden Café

Baby I'm a frightened

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Blissnote Meeseeks

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