Hey everyone! "Sanctify" is a song that's very close to my heart. It's about finding peace and healing in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.I wanted to create a track that serves as a sanctuary for the soul, a place where you can escape the noise of the world and find solace within yourself. It's about embracing your inner strength and resilience, even when life gets tough.Through "Sanctify," I hope to provide a sense of comfort and empowerment to anyone who's going through a difficult time. Remember, you are stronger than you think, and you have the power to overcome any obstacle.So, if you're in need of a little sanctuary, let "Sanctify" be your guide. You are worthy of love, peace, and happiness.

Tasha - Sanctify

Echoes of Light and Void" is the result of a deep personal journey, coinciding with a process of introspection and growth.The essence of the album revolves around duality: the coexistence of light and void, clarity and uncertainty, and how both dimensions complement each other—both in the sonic space and in human experience.

The music blends ambient, orchestration, cinematic percussion, and electronic elements with an industrial feel. Dense textures and immersive soundscapes shift between ethereal and abyssal tones. Each track represents a chapter in this journey.
The first two tracks are part of the official soundtrack for Punto Nemo, the new sci-fi/horror series on Amazon Prime Video, produced by Ficción Producciones and directed by Denis Rovira. Starring Najwa Nimri, Óscar Jaenada, Maxi Iglesias, and Alba Flores, among others.

Both the series and the album will be released on March 28 of 2025

Sunken Souls (From the Amazon Series "Punto Nemo") - Feat. Exxasens

Old Forest Sound

Unforseen

Change begins with You

Eternal Sleep III

I am a wreck inside and I know you struggle too, if I can't help me how can I try saving you?

Saving You

I once overheard a conversation. A friend was saying "we're just women with too much rope".  I wasn't' entirely sure what she meant, but the phrase stuck with me.

Lyrics
Everything’s been easy at every turn
Too much freedom we never had to earn
Too much money, too much sex
Too many things going the way you’d expect

The light is bright, The day is long
We always had plenty of adequate dope
I never complained about what you did
When you gave us too much rope 

Too much coffee
Too much time
Too many options
To keep in line
Too much youth
In early days
Too much time and money
For the current craze

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

You must have made some choices in those empty days
Running up expenses that nobody pays
Did you think about it, was it something you planned
I'm not complaining I just don't understand

You gave us so much, thought we could do without hope
You kept us supplied with plenty of rope
Now it seems we're finding it harder to compe
With the bumpy ground and the slippery slope 

Too much nonsense
Too many rhymes
It's hard to hear
At the best of time
I never want to question
Who I'm talking to
Cuz the answers don't even sound
Half way true

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

All that rope seemed like a gift
I figured it would help me feel free
But I didn’t understand that rope weighs a lot
It’s weighing me down, it’s not letting me be

There came a time when it seemed to me
That this rope became a liability
Things that used to come so easily
Became tangled in their  complexity

For what you gave I felt gratitude
Now things have changed and now I have to conclude
Mabye we’d be better living day to day
If we didn't have this rope getting in our way

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

Too Much Rope


First time in harmonic minor. Begins with the classic theme and superimposed chords on the 3rd and 5th on your right speaker. I had to give the mixer (unlimited revisions) some degree of freedom. I would have done it 1 sweep to the left  and 1 right. For each section some theory use. So 1st verse, the violins are playing lydian b3 cos’ the vocals sounded empty on it’s own and I wanted some ‘out of the box’ stuff. The chorus ends on D7 which is an outside chord. That was a chord I accidentally hit on guitar and when it returns to Eminmaj7 it’s a deceptive cadence. Double harmonic minor and whole tone on 3rd degree for the trumpets. The ‘through the gaps part’ I did on 5th improv. Wasn’t happy with the chorus I had written and just improvised over the chorus on Logic. That’ s some of my best flow. 2nd verse I did counterpoint for Bond motif. 2nd chorus, the first line you hear was taken from my original improv. It sounded more fitting as the start of a chorus. I had to write an extra violin line for the chorus to keep it aligned with my ‘every chorus line has different orchestration’ philosophy. The bridge has the drums in mostly half time as well as beginning in the key of G. First time I placed a secondary dominant in the middle of a phase cos’ usually I put it at the end. Then, a chromatic chord sequence. Last chorus I complete my strings cos’ I had violins 1/ 2 and I thought I’d finish it off with violas and cellos. It is polyphonic cos I prefer it when composers write lines that don’t match vocal melody.

I take each part of me apart
Like you didn’t feel me
Like the air was distilled by our heart and I don’t
Show a tell because my mind is withered down
Break a sweat because pieces don’t make a sound
The lies we keep lie razor deep like stains on last nights bed sheets
Could we ever leave this life behind my eyes don’t deceive me but my heart is blind

Every bullet has our nations name on it.
In the name of the crown, with the sound of it. ( to keep it accurate cos’ the queen is dead)
I have loved you for who you are and even if you didn’t know I’d always love you. (Kind of a letter to Vesper)
I have always been so sure of this, from the moment I saw you, I knew that I would kiss you.
And even though we fell through the gaps and everything 
Always made me sure that I would be amiss.  

Somebody won’t do it if I wouldn’t do it for your lies 

Every little bit of malice that we detest
Every little bit of sadness in our breath 
Shakes the foundations of what we build to its chest
Am I not a reader of obituaries  (Skyfall reference)
Am I not the protector of sanctuaries 
I’ll lift this orphaned past into a future of service to war (accurate to Bond’s orphan upbringing)

I’d drain the rivers dry just to taste something clean
I know that you will love me.  (Yes a proper Bond pick up line)

Yes, the most accurate Bond lyrics to date. Even pays homage to the bad old Bond films misogyny by saying ‘bitch.’ 
I really like Skyfall/Casino Royale.  I did ‘meet’ Daniel on Broadway when I was at NYU. Walk passed him and should have asked  ‘what was M16 doing on Broadway?’ but in NY the cool tradition is ‘leave celebrities alone’. I think he was good and some people point out the blonde hair but he looks more like a thug than previous Bonds which is closer to Fleming’s idea. People criticise Dr. Christmas Jones for not looking like a nuclear scientist but Pierce looks more like a model than a spy. Not that I know what spies look like. I wanted to criticise the writers for sticking Vesper in every Craig film.  I was watching No Time To Die with my sister in the cinema I was thinking, “Vesper…again?”.  I finally found out she sacrificed her life for him so to mope for all of his films is fine. I did not like the ending which I thought ripped off ‘Hero’ with Jet Li except they replaced  arrows with missiles. I noticed Daniel does swim well. Then, he did the Belvedere commercial and that kind of ruined a little of his Bond image for me. 


Vesper Lynd

AMBER

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"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

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.

Deposition Citation Meeseeks

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