"Estoy en un lugar sin atmósfera, polvoriento y rocoso".

VIDEO OFICIAL: https://youtu.be/oacDJkWNwFc

LUNA

Calle, ella,
Viento, yo.
El sol, la luz,
Agua, tierra,
Ella y yo.

Aire, ella,
Selva, yo,
El sol, la luz,
Agua, tierra y
Ella y yo.

Nube, ella,
Valle, yo,
El sol, la luz,
Agua, tierra y
Ella y yo.

CRÉDITOS:
Sojue Stradac - Símbolos, signos y presentimientos.
Paulino Robles: Portada CD, Dirección y Producción de Video. #FotoBazarTulancingo
Reparto: Aysha Ix Tamayo Jiménez y Almendra Jiménez Valdés. 
Video grabado en Acayuca, Hidalgo.

¡Gracias amigos, es que su poder impulsa!

Producido en 100 Hertz Home Studio por Sojue Stradac.

SIMBOLOS

Luna

Perspection

Look At My Life

Look At My Life (full version) by Beats Working (John Hardman)

This is a recording of me and two other 8th grade classmates performing live in front of the 6th and 7th grade classes at my grade school to raise money for The March of Dimes in 1975.

Ron Snyder - The Love Bug (Original Song) - LIVE performance from 1975 at 14 years old

Like A Phoenix

Like A Phoenix (Unplugged)

Like A Phoenix (Unplugged) - John Goldrust

Like A Movie

WHEN SUN MEETS MOON

JP Records: https://soundcloud.com/jprecordsreposting
Gavin Luke: https://soundcloud.com/gavin-luke

When Sun Meets Moon

easy
new song, enjoy! 😎
thanks for Mr. Woodhand for the mastering

nyári dal

"VERONICA" THE FIRST SINGLE OFF OF THE UPCOMING ALBUM "sleepwalking" IS OUT NOW.

"sleepwalking"
My definition: The feeling of living but not fully awake, ignoring a harsh reality.

An album about my fears, uncertainty of my future and personal struggles. COMING SOON.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

VERONICA on a pedestal
Why am I jealous of you, I feel so small
You got the boys on their knees for you
And I'm left in the gutter blue

VERONICA I'm so happy for you
I would kill just for a sliver of the
Attention you so always receive

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

VERONICA oh he calls for you
You got him on a string he adores you
To him I was just a mere experiment

VERONICA oh the girls are jealous
They want your man we're overzealous
You better watch behind his back before we attack

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

Oh and if I could I would be you
Just for a day I'd feel the power run
Deep through my veins it'd be so true
Living life without a care in the sun

Released: August 15 2025

Sleepwalking

Veronica

Mad Libs with a Metronome

Bittersweet Farewell by Soul Spring is a soulful R&B ballad capturing the pain and beauty of saying goodbye while holding onto the memories of love. With smooth harmonies, heartfelt lyrics, and emotive vocals, this song takes you through the emotions of letting go and cherishing what remains. Perfect for late-night reflection or anyone experiencing love’s most tender goodbyes, Soul Spring delivers an unforgettable performance that lingers long after the last note. Add this hit to your playlist for a taste of real emotion and soulful storytelling.

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Bittersweet Farewell

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRkdtdkwhv60FDd6lohGWzA

bRAgadino - ill take your life

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.

Mad Libs with a Metronome

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