Powerful. Adding to my Goth You Covered playlist

I was expecting a country song b/c that’s what it’s labeled as but I really like this!

Sharpnesses and Tremors

Sharpnesses And Tremors

'Forever, Waiting…’ (ft. Blake Streak) is an ambient Dance-Pop track, with an ethereal, euphoric vibe, carried by shifting breakbeats, low-end electronic bass, and huge, melodic synth riffs. 

Layered with beautifully atmospheric and psychedelic instrumentals; with harp, string and piano compositions, the track is laden with emotional depth. 

Featuring a blissful vocal performance from Blake Streak, that drives the heart of the song, this one will have you Forever, Waiting... to listen... again and again…


Lyrics written by DaN ReYNoLDS and Blake Streak

Forever, Waiting… (ft. Blake Streak)

Saponaria - Fleursonseaux
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Saponaria

"Kings Without Crowns" is a dark, cinematic journey into the illusions of power, false prophets, and the human need to believe — even when the truth hides behind the curtain.
With poetic lyrics, dramatic soundscapes, and an emotionally charged performance, Project Isolar paints a vivid portrait of a world where reason surrenders its throne and fear crowns the unworthy.

Kings without crowns

BRAZIL: @lingoturboo @armaggethur
BANGLADESH: @kretoal @iamdamori

BRAZIL VS BANGLADESH (WINNER: BRAZIL)

flow presents "Million Miles" ♪♫

This is my first vision for the ep called "Beautiful Moments"

I hope you can enjoy it! : )

Thank you all for your support & listen. Have a good day/night dearest listener! ❤

With peace & love, flow - DJ Ville. 🙏💫

Artwork: Midjourney

(This song is my original creation.)

Million Miles

Original composition….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Shore Waves

This is NEZARI.

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CRYSTAL SLEEP

That Feeling

Tom Petty and the Copyright Infringement Heartbreakers (8-11-25 hugging sand demo) (~feat Gesso)

This is an Acapella, Beatbox cover song of Free's, All Right Now. 
Recorded in 1985.
(5 of 5)

Playlist:
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3262107CC2DF1401

All Right Now - The Band with NO Instruments - Ron Snyder

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).

"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.

Tom Petty and the Copyright Infringement Heartbreakers (8-11-25 hugging sand demo) (~feat Gesso)

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