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Immortality isn't really about defeating death, it's a way of living with no regard for the reality of death. Just like youth is wasted on the young it seems to me that only the young really get to experience immortality. For a while.

I used to be immortal
I remember it very well
I had no fear of dying
Not as far as I could tell
I had no doubt that I would live forever
Knew the day I'd die cuz that would be never
I had endless time for any endeavor
I knew everything cus I was so clever

Verse 2:
Way back in the day
I thought I knew an awful lot
I guess I got away with it
At least I didn't get caught
I was lucky, hanging by a thread
I lived to tell the tale, I didn’t end up dead
Somehow I became a man you see
By surviving, my immortality  

Chorus:
I lived through the never dying
Not for the lack of trying
But I got older and the time got short
Life got a hold on me
Years went by I wasn’t looking 
They got away from me, then   
One day like it or not I lost    
My immortality

Verse 3:
It’s not 'bout what you remember
About me when I’m gone
It’s not about hanging on
On and on and on and on
It’s the way I found myself living
It seemed there wasn't any other way to be
If life was only going to be temporary
Why should I give up..... my immortality

Chorus:
I lived through the never dying
Not for the lack of trying
But I got older and the time got short
Life got a hold on me
Years went by I wasn’t looking 
They got away from me, then   
One day like it or not I lost    
My immortality

Verse 4:
Looking back I sometimes miss
How danger used to be my very best friend
I guess it made me feel more alive
Feeling life was never ever going to end
These days I watch all the new immortals
Trying out all the different ways to be
And I really hope they survive
                   Their immortality   
And I really hope they survive
                   Their immortality

Immortality

FUNKIFELA

When the letters came back, sealed with no,
In the quiet defeat, where did my dreams go?
You were there, your silent gaze held me tight,
A whisper in the gloom, a beacon in the night.

Pages scattered, the theories hard to bind,
In the maze of knowledge, peace hard to find.
Yet, there you were, in your unwavering way,
A constant in chaos, turning night to day.

Through every trial, every silent plea,
In the echo of my steps, it was you and me.
In the depths of despair, where no one could see,
You were my strength, my solace, my key.

When the cupboards were bare, the future unclear,
In the throes of loneliness, feeling no one near.
Your shadow beside me, a comforting light,
In the cold, in the silence, through the longest night.

Dreams pursued, with a heart so frail,
A nervous wreck, as hopes set sail.
Dreams lost, in the wind, they'd wail,
Yet, in your quiet support, I'd never fail.

The tears that fell, in the solitude of fears,
Unseen, unheard, in the passing of years.
Yet, you stood by me, through the storms we'd brave,
In every whispered doubt, in every wave.

As years passed, the climb steep and sheer,
Life's burdens heavier, with each passing year.
But in every moment of doubt, every fear,
Your steadfast love was always near.

Through every trial, every silent plea,
In the echo of my steps, it was you and me.
In the depths of despair, where no one could see,
You were my strength, my solace, my key.

Now, with the moon's whisper, casting shadows above,
You are here, with your warmth and your love,
As the world turns, in time's wide sweep.
You are softly purring on my lap, in peaceful sleep.

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Perhaps our most beautiful song. About a beautiful soul. About a journey that many of us hold dear—a tribute to the guardians in our lives. This song unfolds the story of resilience, of silent battles fought, and the unwavering support found in our most loyal companions. This song is very close to our hearts, inspired by the quiet moments of companionship that have brightened my darkest days. We hope it resonates with you, bringing back memories of shared glances, silent understanding, and the unconditional love that defines these relationships.

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Contradistinctions

Always There

Wicked smile but intent to do the right thing 
I am bound to the sound of an ocean storm 

Shards of glass can shatter all around me
I’m untouched, I’m unbroken true to form 

Im not cold as the waves they crash around me
I drop the gates for the men to storm the shore

The more you see, the more my fuel filled enemy
Holds dear the light that shines inside
The more you see, the more my curse of empathy
Will shatter all the pieces of my mind
Until the end of time

Im a world of love and hate desire
A world where all passions will collide

I’m the storm that will rip across your oceans
I’ll take you down and find your deepest trick inside

And in the darkness that engulfs your secrets
I’ll unleash a spell that can’t unbind 

And the more you see, the more a fuel filled enemy
Will rise and hide the light inside
The more you see, the more a humans empathy
Will shatter all the pieces of a mind
Until the end of time

Time....
Time....

Runs out.....

Gotta keep on knocking 
Gotta keep on rocking 
Gotta keep on rolling just like a stone

Gotta keep on pushing 
Gotta keep on pulling
Gotta keep on playing my ruthless tone

Gotta keep on hiding 
Gotta keep on finding 
That everything about me is simply dull

I am the dark that haunts you
I am the light that blinds you
I am the one that breathes in the undertow

In my mind I will watch the world collapsing 

It is my role to stop this fate unfold…

I will keep the pieces of your mind
Together till the end of time

A Second Demo Collection

Double or Nothing (Demo)

melodic rock instrumental (w/guitars & synths)

@play 08may24

Available on streaming platforms: https://linktr.ee/bartlomiej_s91

Oracle

Releasing a song every season. This is spring.

Producing this has been a pain in the ass but I think I finally got it decent enough hahah

Also I painted the album cover, isn’t it nice?

Haze

식물 식물 식물 식물

alchemy

Something Different

New single out now! Featuring that thumping melodic Drum & Bass sound mixed with classic Chinese instrumentation. Hope you guys enjoy this one! :)

Also out on Spotify, Apple Music and all major retailers!

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0KJbGHFNwIyUrC7LpmRkUg?si=99ab18a00c7a4c11

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-story/1749410985?i=1749410986

The Story

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"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.

식물 식물 식물 식물

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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