☔️✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Take Back the Rain"

The rain pinned shadows to the glass,
Your boots by the door, untouched.
The chair still held the shape you made —
And I couldn’t bring myself to dust.

You said you’d be back when the clouds broke.
But it’s been weeks since the sky last spoke.

I keep your coat where the light bends cold,
By the window where the jasmines hide.
You once said love was a borrowed coat —
And I just wore it for the ride.

The kettle clicks, then gives up the heat.
I pour two cups, then drink both slow.
It’s easier than asking out loud
If there’s something I should know.

The world is wet with answers
I don’t know how to phrase.
So I fold myself into the static
Of this unspoken haze.

I keep your coat where the light bends cold,
Near the stack of books you’d never start.
You once said love is a crooked flame —
It warms the skin, but skips the heart.

The days repeat in lowercase.
No clocks, no calls, just sound.
I trace the rings your glass once left,
Like trying to unwrite the ground.

If you return, take back the rain.
Take the stillness you left behind.
But leave the blue light in the hall —
It’s the only thing still kind.

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Take Back The Rain

Take Back the Rain

Autumn leaves are falling all around
and soon the winter frost will chill the ground
I'm frightened when you talk of letting go
Somewhere inside, someone I used to know

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You take me back to 1965
I'm in your kitchen feelin so alive
love flow thru me crystal clear and pure
where is it now, in this stony moor?

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You look at me as if you wanna say
swear you won't remember me this way
the sun bursts into view, the clouds disperse
then beeping sounds, a tone, a frantic nurse

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

you're in the fall
you're in the fall

In The Fall

Lyrics:
oh god, must of lost my mind right now
oh my, must of lost my brain right now
i cant, cant loose my mind right now
oh my, get away from me right now

I got a spot, i cant ignore
i lost my mind, i cant forget
I lost a sense in my head
I cant keep running around, around

oh god, must of lost my mind right now
oh my, must of lost my brain right now
i cant, cant loose my mind right now
oh my, get away from me right now

oh god, ima shoot my brain out
oh my, can you let me rest now

Let me rest in yo mind baby
Let me get a piece of yo time baby
I don't know how to tell you
That i wish you were mine

Come back to me baby, Come back to me baby, were mine
Come back to me baby, Come back to me baby, were mine
Were mine baby

oh god, must of lost my mind right now
oh my, must of lost my brain right now
i cant, cant loose my mind right now
oh my, get away from me right now

oh god I can't now

"how to pretend" is an 6 track ep, which we put together in memory of a friend, who took her life. how to pretend, refers to the feeling of having to pretend you're something you're not. hopefully, you relate.

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a hundred more miles on the dashboard
lets push the pedal down to the floor
she pulls the coke up through her nose
and where she goes? nobody knows

jealousy morphing into forms of envy
i feel it brewing dont you tempt me 
ive wasted time so dont you mess with me
yeah you feel just like ecstasy

and i hate when you're not next to me
and everybody just sees less in me
oh wont you take your time and invest in me
before i fall apart
(TEAR ME APARRTTTTTT!!!!)

all im worried bout is my fucking cash flow 
quittin nic but im still gon smoke the gas ho
you only live once so ima have a blast yo
so many people i should've left in the past yo

its been too long dont know how to ask ya
i say the wrong things then i feel like an asshole
i just want me someone thats not an asshole 
i think thats you i know we're gonna go so far 

a hundred more miles on the dashboard
lets push the pedal down to the floor
she pulls the coke up through her nose
and where she goes? nobody knows

jealousy morphing into forms of envy
i feel it brewing dont you tempt me 
ive wasted time so don't you mess with me
yeah you feel just like ecstasy

and i hate when you're not next to me
and everybody just sees less in me
oh wont you take your time and invest in me
before i fall apart

(TEAR ME APARRTTTTTT!!!!)
im fallin apart
(adlibs)
im fallin apart 
(screaming)
(TEAR ME APARRTTTTTT!!!!)

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🖤✨ You Were The Ruin (Rework)
by The Miracle Syndicate

Footsteps fading into nothing,  
Falling back where you once stood.
Words unspoken choke the silence, 
Cut in dust and splintered wood.

I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway, 
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Hands in pockets, cold in summer, 
Trains still hum a fractured tune. 
I pretend I never wonder, 
But the night still sings of you.
 
I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway,
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love

Stone and silence, steel and sighs,
Every ending feels like a lie.
Would you know me now, at all?
Or just the ghost against the wall?

Can you hear me now?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Mmmm-hmmm.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around.
No one stays, no one stays,
You were the ruin anyway.

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

You Were The Ruin

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wish you the best

left out

🖤✨ Break
by The Miracle Syndicate

I break
I borrow
I live
I lose
I pray
I'm hallowed
I'm dead
Confused

I'll find you

What is love and what's it for
I'm stuck outside an open door
And no one's come to get me yet
I never got a second bet

I'm welcomed to your fantasy
If only you were make-believe
Oh, what is love and what's it for?
Oh, take me back and do me more
Ooh, take me back and do me more

I break
I borrow
I live
I lose
I pray
I'm hallowed 
I'm dead
Confused

I'll find you

Once you're here you're never gone
Oh, once you're here you're never gone

I fall from in out the cold
A piece of me that I can't hold
I love you as I lose you more
I break outside this open door

Catch me as I wash away
Oh, catch me as I wash away
Ooh, catch me as I wash away

I break
I borrow
I live
I loose
I pray
I'm hallowed
I'm dead
Confused
I break
I borrow
I live
I lose
I pray
I'm hallowed
I'm dead
Confused

I'll find you

Original Song: “Break” by Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Steve Erdody 
August Rush Soundtrack (2007)
All rights remain with the original copyright holders.
This is a non-commercial rework — a heartfelt reinterpretation made out of love for the song and its spirit.
We claim no ownership. No copyright infringement intended.

Reimagined by:
Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Break

_by_yourself [NOV25 DEMO]
written & produced by Harry Sherwood

_by_yourself [NOV25 DEMO]

The Miracle Syndicate

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on: Even as a broken mirror." —Lord Byron

Founded and produced by Brad Astra

The Miracle Syndicate is an independent alternative music collective formed by Canadian producer and composer Brad Astra. Emerging from the outer edges of post-punk, dream pop, and shoegaze, the band’s sound fuses analog textures with emotional memory to create songs that feel both haunted and deliberate. Since its quiet inception, The Miracle Syndicate has grown into a global presence, with listeners drawn to its deeply personal recordings and cinematic tone.

The project began during a period marked by grief, transition, and emotional exile. Music became a way to stay present. The first real sound came from instruments left untouched for years, carrying the dust of another lifetime. When Astra picked them up, it felt less like reclaiming them and more like listening to something that had been waiting. From that moment on, he began building a workflow that allowed his inner world to speak clearly. With limited gear and deep intention, he shaped a sound that resonated more with feeling than fidelity. Plugins and tools became secondary. 

The truth was already in the strings.

Silence plays an equal role in the work. Astra treats it not as absence, but as design. The pauses between tracks are measured, not left to default. A sudden stop may mark resolution, but songs that drift into a final coda are given space, a deliberate moment for reflection, like a breath held between movements in a classical piece. For Astra, silence is not the end of a song. It is the invitation to stay with it just a little longer. In The Miracle Syndicate, silence becomes its own form of listening.

The emotional core of the music is difficult to name, somewhere between nostalgia, longing, reverence, and grief. Astra likens it to opening an old box of forgotten belongings, photographs, letters, objects that once meant everything. In that moment, memory returns like a ghost. Not always sad. Not always warm. Just present. These songs carry that same essence, flashes of reverence, regret, gratitude, and time’s slow unraveling. The music blends melancholy with a quiet sense of hope, holding space for the listener to reflect on what was lost and what might still be waiting.

While Astra remains the central composer and producer, the project includes two essential collaborators whose personalities help define its emotional cadence and landscape. Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, with her instinctive phrasing and emotionally precise delivery, provides both lead and harmony vocals that shape the project’s most intimate textures. Elena Morgenstern, based in Berlin, contributes both front and background vocals along with her analog synth work, adding restraint and emotional tension in equal measure. Their contributions do not decorate the songs. They ground them.

"This project wasn’t built for attention. It was built to survive me. Every song is a small part of what I couldn’t say out loud."
— Brad Astra

There is no chase for resolution in the recordings. The tracks are sculpted with intention, often left slightly fractured, preserving the emotional architecture of what first inspired them. The sound is raw, cinematic, and deliberate, never aiming for polish, but rather for truth.

"The Miracle Syndicate became a place to keep the things I couldn’t carry. Over time, it turned into something that listens back."

Listeners often describe The Miracle Syndicate as a lifeline, music that finds them in moments of emotional disconnect and offers a place to land. These songs are not about escape. They are small remedies, designed to ease the quiet storms we carry alone. Astra’s work doesn’t just put sound to silence, it gives form to feelings that are hard to name and harder to share. The goal is never clarity. It is resonance. The Miracle Syndicate becomes a kind of mirror, reflecting back the parts of us we didn’t know were still trying to speak.

Astra writes for himself first. The songs must cut through his own silence before they reach anyone else. They begin as private reflections, emotional fragments shaped by time, distance, and a kind of love that never fully resolves. The music becomes a form of survival. Not in defiance of pain, but in companionship with it. The Miracle Syndicate is not just a project. It is presence. It is the way Astra remains connected to the emotional weather of a full life, not always visible, but always felt.

"I’ve stopped trying to be understood. I make these songs for the few who understand without needing to."

The Miracle Syndicate is not chasing recognition. It was never built for that. The music lives in the present, created with care, released with intention, and left to find those who are ready to hear it. Each song is like a quiet offering, sent into the dark in case someone out there needs it. There is no mapped-out future. No promise of clarity. Just the hope that a listener, somewhere, might feel a little less alone.

The music becomes a hand held quietly in the dark.

When the music stops, what remains is never loud. It is not legacy, and it is not noise. It is that final note, the one that plays behind the credits, stirring everything that came before. The Miracle Syndicate leaves behind a quiet trace, something just beneath the skin.

A sound that stays long after the song is over.

All releases appear under Painful Records, an imprint dedicated to works that remain personal, patient, and present.

Painful Records stands for independence, integrity, and emotion in sound. What began as a small studio project has grown into a creative collective reaching listeners across continents.

Painful Records may incorporate AI-assisted tools within its production workflow. All creative decisions, composition, arrangement, and post-production are directed by the artists. We do not use AI to imitate other artists or voices. Every release is human-guided, emotionally intentional, and protected under applicable copyright law.

Painful Records, 2025.

"The wound is where the Light enters you."  —Rumí

Break

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