Artist Name
Polvojack
Additional Artists
Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
199800877476
Release Date
Nov. 10, 2025
Primary Genre
World
Secondary Genre
Blues
Primary Subgenre
World Traditions
Secondary Subgenre
Chicago Style
Mood/Style
Type: Improvisational
Album Language
English
Artist Location
Canada

Harmonica Session 2

https://music.apple.com/us/album/work-hard-feat-jordis-too-pretty-for-radio/1848016751?i=1848016752
https://open.spotify.com/track/6VoxS9gCOK4HErrTAZr5rk?si=495e65c3a0eb48da

🎡Live On Spotify "Work Hard" - Collab w/ Too Pretty for Radio

age     gap                                                             (dating vampires)

Miracle

Original studio release from the album Ghosted:  What a Long Estranged Trip It's Been.  When you finally clear the crap out so you can see the light, you are finally out of the dark.  Move on, live your best life, and remain in the light.

Jules Goes Live

Out of the Dark - Live

Out of the Dark  (Live)

Beat By INNER BEATS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmDQhuVLAZw

Name Andd A Mission

Ron Snyder sent Austin Grey some music (which happened to be for the verses) for him to come up with some lyrics and a melody. Austin came up with the lyrics, melody, bridges and repackaged it into this demo recording. He has a lot of soul in his voice.
Link to Austin Grey's channel - https://soundcloud.com/austin-grey-49137473

Rust & Ashes - DEMO - (Austin Grey / Ron Snyder)

The final synth version.  The mastering (by me) prior to Dolby further-mastering it, is far from perfect but I gave it a serious try.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two

Uli - Crystal Sky - Senses - Overture

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira

🎶 Crystal Sky – Senses – Overture 🎶

The journey begins here. Crystal Sky – Senses – Overture is not just an introduction — it is the awakening of a vision. Through verses that dream of crystal dawns, endless skies, and hearts reborn, this opening track invites listeners to step into a world where humanity rediscovers its lost senses.

🌌 About the Track

“Overture” is the gateway to the album’s universe.

Its lyrics speak of silence breaking, shadows shifting, and love regaining its voice.

It is a hymn of renewal: broken hearts unite, hope rises again, and the senses return to life.

💡 About the Album

Crystal Sky – Senses is a conceptual album where each song explores a human sense once lost — hearing, speech, vision, touch — and celebrates its recovery.

The album is a journey of reconnection, reminding us of the power of feeling, listening, and speaking truth.

“Overture” sets the stage, declaring that a brighter day is possible, and that a world reborn lies before our eyes.

🔥 Message to the Audience

This is more than music — it is an experience. A passage from silence to sound, from shadow to light, from loss to rediscovery. As “Overture” proclaims: “To feel, to hear, to speak again… A world reborn before our eyes!”


Lyrics (written by Uli):

I wish the world would wake and rise  
through crystal dawn, the silence sighs  
I dream of rivers, endless skies  
where hearts can hum and hope replies  

Illusion blinds, confusion binds  
love lost its voice, in fading lines  
I walk through change, a stream, a flame  
inside its fire, I find my aim  

To change the world, I won’t obey  
the rhythm written, rules that drown  
my words are beams, they spin around  
igniting light, a brighter day  

Love begins to see the light  
hearing echoes through the night  
speaking truth that feels so bright  

Silent songs now start to sing  
shadows shift and souls arise  
broken hearts unite, surprise  

Love regains its voice once more  
eyes wide open, hearts restore  
living stronger than before  

I’m the light, shine with light!  
Hope alive, hope alive!  
Rise again, rise again!  

To feel, to hear, to speak again  
to live with joy, a boundless flame  
to walk in love that has no end  

One day may crystal skies appear  
to see, to hear, to hold so clear  
with wings of hope the spirit flies  
a world reborn before our eyes...  

To feel, to hear, to speak again  
to live with joy, a boundless flame  
to walk in love that has no end  

One day may crystal skies appear  
to see, to hear, to hold so clear  
with wings of hope the spirit flies  
a world reborn before our eyes!  

To feel, to hear...  
to feel, to hear, to speak again...  
to live with joy, a boundless flame...  
to walk in love that has no end...  

A world reborn before our eyes...!

Uli - Crystal Sky - Senses - Overture

Markus Hansen / mhmedia.de – Leg ne Pause ein

Die Anti-Hymne für unsere überreizte Zeit. 📵
„Leg ne Pause ein“ ist der dringende Aufruf, sich dem ständigen Lärm, der Konsumhysterie und dem Perfektionswahn des digitalen Alltags zu entziehen. Inmitten von News-Flut, Werbe-Bombardement und Social-Media-Stress liefert Markus Hansen den Soundtrack für den Digital Detox und die bewusste Auszeit.
Musikalisch überrascht der Song als eingängiger Deutsch-Pop mit einem energischen Rock-Einfluss und einem ungewöhnlich entspannten, minimalistischen Posaunen-Solo, das die Ruhe des Textes perfekt untermalt. Ein Song, der zum Nachdenken anregt und daran erinnert: Es ist okay, einfach mal offline zu sein.


Songtext

Leg ne Pause ein
Ich mach ne Pause Während alles um mich
Sich quält, abhetzt und rennt 
dabei innerlich verbrennt

Nichts kann mich stören
in dieser Zeit 
bin gelassen, frei und froh 
das ist nicht immer so

Ein Moment ohne Werbung 
die sich überall zeigt 
die schön, perfekt und heil ist 
was du nicht bist

Ich lege ne Pause ein Mach das Smartphone aus 
Ich leg ne Pause ein 
Setz mich irgendwo hin 
Ich leg ne Pause ein mach die Augen zu 
Ich leg ne Pause ein bis ich wieder ich bin


Kurze Nachrichtensperre 
Die uns überschwemmen 
erschrecken, nerven und quälen 
auf allen Kanälen

Eine Zeitlang Konsumfrei 
ohne Warenkorb 
Weder Prozente, Sale noch Angebot 
und auch kein Promocode

ch lege ne Pause ein Mach das Smartphone aus 
Ich leg ne Pause ein Setz mich irgendwo hin 
Ich leg ne Pause ein mach die Augen zu
 Ich leg ne Pause ein das macht wirklich Sinn

Solo (Minimalistisches Posaunen-Solo)

Ich poste gar nichts 
Will überhaupt nichts teilen 
weder Reel, Story oder Short 
Ich sage kein Wort


❓ #DeinePause

Wann hast du das letzte Mal bewusst eine Pause eingelegt? Schreib es in die Kommentare!


Leg ne Pause ein

Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth (pink punk mix)

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"

```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.

Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth (pink punk mix)

blorgpulkfplorksickle