Wolf Alice - Don't Delete the Kisses (Nightcore)

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

Betting on a wish
getting further today
while looking in my eyes
I don't know what to say
hanging on I'll wish now
to me now

Had enough of me running today
my hands are getting tired of them wanting to shake
not running for now
I'd rather die than to look at me 
I don't want to see my world break

A lot of times where I'm calling loud for me
louder than pain I'm still on the way to save me
I'm still on my way to save me

I've seen it in my eyes
I'm not alive
I'm betraying all my thoughts
I fear my time
and the fear to fall behind
I'm terrified
holding to my lies
I'm holding now

Slipping through my hand
I see how far I fell
I'm losing sight of me
and all the I held
it's all a waste now
it's all a waste now

wish

Solya: Vocals, Synthesizers
Jason Chronis: Guitars
Danny Reisch: Drums

Recorded at Club Sound Machine (Lockhart, Texas)

Produced and Mixed by Danny Reisch
Recorded and Mastered by Max Lorenzen

Written by Solya

Photo by Hannah Neal

Silver Swan

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J'ai senti des funérailles dans mon cerveau,
Et les personnes en deuil, çà et là,
Ont continué à marcher, à marcher, jusqu'à ce qu'il me semble
Que le Sens perçait.

Et quand ils furent tous assis,
Un office, tel un tambour,
On a continué à battre, à battre, jusqu'à ce que je croie
Mon esprit s'engourdissait.

Et puis je les ai entendus soulever une boîte
Et grincer sur mon âme
Avec ces mêmes bottes de plomb, à nouveau.
Alors l'Espace a commencé à sonner,

Comme tous les Cieux n'étaient qu'une cloche,
Et l'Être, qu'une oreille,
Et moi, et le Silence, une race étrange,
Détruits, solitaires, ici.

Et puis une planche de la Raison s'est brisée,
Et je suis tombé, encore et encore.
Et j'ai heurté un monde, à chaque chute,
Et j'ai fini de savoir.
alors.

Une mort dans ma tête (Emily Dickinson) - Jef Bourgeau

Reds, blues, and greens cast the pattern in your eye...

Ronan Goron - drum kit (tracks 2-6, 9) lead vocals (tracks 1-7, 9) synthesisers (all tracks), guitars (tracks 2-7, 9) sampler (all tracks) bass guitar (tracks 3,6), handpan (track 2), drum machine (track 7)
Valentina Tesorone - backing vocals (tracks 2, 4) bass guitar (2,4)
Tom Coyne - electric guitar (track 2)
Josh Vintaer- bass guitar (track 7)
Hattie Waters - violin (track 9)
Jamie-Ray Scarratt - drum engineering (tracks 2,3,6) mastering (track 2)


1. Playing Hooky
2. Mono Lake
3. Anya's Dream
4. Ocean in the Sky
5. The Magic Mountain
6. In Riverbeds
7. Sleep Study
8. Tape Library
9. Odd Socks

In Riverbeds

looking for a sign

Gemma

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger
by The Miracle Syndicate

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, wear me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me to your ruin
There’ll be nothing left of life

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

Credits:

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. 🐾🖤✨

Fall Into Your Hunger

🪦🖤✨Human
by The Miracle Syndicate

I’m walking with you.
I’m walking with you.

Wherever you are,
Whatever you do,
From the day you were born
Till the day you will be torn,
I will be with you.

No matter the days of the past,
No matter how long you will last,
I am the one you will never see—
The answer of what will be.

Whatever you do, whatever you want,
Whatever you search, and wherever you are.

Whatever you do, whatever you want,
Whatever you search, and wherever you might be—

I’m walking with you.
I’m walking with you.

I’m the sun, I’m the moon,
Watching over you.

Whatever you do, whatever you want,
Whatever you search, and wherever you are,
In grace or disgrace, or under the yawn,
Chainfaced or displaced, flourishing or broke—

I’m walking with you.
I’m the sun, I’m the moon.

No matter your race, no matter the place,
I’m walking with you.
I’m the sun of your life, I’m the square of your strife.
I’m walking with you.
From the cradle to the cemetery—
I’m walking with you.
I am the presence you cannot sense.
I am with you.

Whatever you have to say,
Whatever your questions are,
Remember I’m never far.
Remember my force is yours.

I’m walking with you.

Whatever you do, whatever you want,
Whatever you search, and wherever you are,
In grace or disgrace, or under the yawn,
Straight faced or displaced, flourishing or broke.
No matter your race, no matter your goals,
No matter the place or the depth of the walls—

I’m walking with you.
I’m walking with you.

At the end of the road, I will be.
I will be waiting for you.

Original Song: “Human” by Cyber-Tec Project (1995)
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. 🐾🖤✨

Human

To all of you, American girls, it’s sad to
Imagine a world without you
American girls I’d like to
Be part of the world around you
Driving a car by the seaside
Watching the world from the bright side, yeah
To all of you, American girls in the movies
No one can tell where your heart is
American girls like dollies
With shiny smiles and plastic bodies
I wish I had an American girlfriend…
I cry sometimes walking around my own place
Wondering why she cries sometimes
Talking about her own place
Somewhere around the mountains
No one could dry her fountain
Till she got tired to complain
That’s when I fly to the wildland, to your land

Zaycev.Net

Syd Matters – To All of You

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

Fall Into Your Hunger

The Miracle Syndicate

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