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The Miracle Syndicate Top Hits

LONG TIME - PLAYBOI CARTI INTRO/OUTRO BEST VERSION

hole - petals

Music, piano, prog. strings, mix: Vicente Bueso

Moon

Music, piano, prog. strings, prog. orchestra, mix: Vicente Bueso

Yearning

I want to feel your soul inside me.
It can be real, with the whole world behind me.

Is there anybody out there?
Can you read me, loud and clear?

I feel all that remains.
I feel all that contains

Is nothing at all.

I want to feel your fire ignite me.
“It can be real,” said the darkness, “delight me.”

Is there anybody out there?
Can you read me, loud and clear?

I feel all that remains.
I feel all that contains

Is nothing at all.

I’ve got a feeling there’s nothing out there.

Credits:

Brad Astra: Guitars, Bass, Percussion, & Soundscapes
Nayeli Astra: Vox, Hurdy-Gurdy, Guitar, Synths, & Dreams

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.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Released under Painful Records Ltd.

© 2024 The Miracle Syndicate. All rights reserved.

Produced by Brad Astra

That Feeling

Bonjour à tous, Créée en 1982 avec le groupe Éphémère." Face à l'univers " est  une ode intemporelle à l’amour, à la résilience et à la lumière qui nous unit, même face aux plus grandes distances.

Interprète                Éphémère
Paroles                    Laurentides Music
Composition : 	Laurentides Music
Arrangements : 	Laurentides Music
Copyright : 		Laurentides Music 2025

Face à l'univers, une ode intemporelle à la résilience et à la lumière qui nous unit

Johannes Brahms - Piano Quartet No. 3 in C minor, Op. 60 - Third movement  - Andante (E major) (1875)
Quarteto Sagarana -
Roberta Arruda & Ana Zivkovic - Violins
Mikhail Bugaev - Viola
Philip Hansey - Cello
Live recording - Sala Watari, Barão Geraldo, Campinas SP - December 7th 2019
Illustration - Georges Braque

Johannes Brahms - Piano Quartet No. 3; Third movement - Sagarana Quartet - Campinas - 2019

💙 The Miracle Syndicate — Faint Blue Smile

The rim of a chipped glass
Cuts a cold crescent into her thumb.
She doesn’t flinch —
Just watches the tram doors close on no one.

A grey coat soaks up rain,
But her face moves, rehearsed —
A faint blue smile stitched across
The ruins of a thought.

You see them, don’t you?
You see the watchers too?

And she grips, she holds
The stranger’s hand too long, too tight.
She grips, she holds
And wonders who’s holding whom tonight.

Behind every movement,
A shadow stirs awake.
Behind every signal,
The edge begins to shake.
Don’t trust the face,
Don’t trust the eyes —
The faint blue smile
Knows how to lie.

Empty café windows
Press reflections into skin.
Inside, a girl peels labels off a bottle;
Outside, she’s peeling her own grin.

And she grips, she holds
The doorframe like it’s her last.
She grips, she holds
But knows she’s fading fast.

Behind every movement,
A shadow stirs awake.
Behind every signal,
The edge begins to shake.
Don’t trust the face,
Don’t trust the eyes —
The faint blue smile
Knows how to lie.

I laugh with you but count the exits.
I smile at you but check the knives.
I dance with you but mark the door —
This is the heart of staying alive.

Do you see me now?

Credits:

Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Nayeli Astra: Backing Vox, Guitar
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Faint Blue Smile

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate
“She Won’t Keep You”

Iron veins beneath the stone,
Cold wires through the tunnel drone.
You walked in thinking you could fix her,
But now you’re learning — you become.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She feeds on ruins, burns your skin,
You won’t come out the way you came in.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Every street a blurred confession,
Walls remember what you hide.
You think you’re writing your own sentence,
But this wild child always decides.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She’ll carve your name in broken concrete,
She’ll wear it down, erase your dreams.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Here, you’re always half awake,
Smoke-stained glass and no escape.
You’ll lose yourself, you’ll beg to stay,
She never asks, she lets you break.

You can love her… she won’t keep you
You can leave her… she will keep you
In your bones and in your breath,
This wild child loves in life through death.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers, Mellotron
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

She Won’t Keep You

☔️✨ 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 died.
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:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Take Back the Rain

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Practiced on Me"

She said I looked tired, but smiled when I spoke —
The kind of smile you offer a patient.
My coffee was cold before I noticed
That her chair had never been taken.

I tried to remember what we talked about —
But my mouth held no shape.
I wiped her lipstick off my glass,
But it was never there in the first place.

I wrote down half of a name
In the steam on the window,
But it bled down the glass
Like it didn’t want to be known.
She may have loved me —
Or just practiced it on me
In case it ever counted.

The restaurant closed and I kept sitting,
Listening for footsteps that never walked away.
A waiter asked if I was alright,
And I said I was just waiting for a mistake.

He smiled like I was joking,
The way you smile at someone you pity.
I left a tip for the absence,
Then walked home through a city
That didn’t blink when I crossed the street.

I said her name out loud —
But it wasn’t mine to say.
It sounded like someone I almost was
But lost somewhere halfway.
She may have loved me —
Or was just testing the weight
Of what a goodbye might weigh.

There are conversations we never had
That I still apologize for.
She might’ve been real,
But I kept building her
Each time she vanished more.

In the end, I forgot her face
But not the silence she taught me to hear.
And sometimes, when I pass the place —
I swear, I see her disappear.

Practiced on Me

🌈🖤✨ You Bring Me Colour
by The Miracle Syndicate

This city hums in silver tones,
the lights don’t burn, they only glow.
Nothing moves, nothing fades,
then you bring me colour…

Was it real? Was it you?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Your silhouette on empty streets,
reflections move but never speak.
Your shadow lingers, pulls me through,
but every road still leads to you…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I swore I heard your voice tonight,
a thread of gold in black and white.
I swore I felt your hands in mine,
but maybe it was just the time…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a neon flicker underground.

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a glitter flicker underground.

The streets are grey, the lights have dimmed,
the memory burns, then caves within.
I close my eyes, you’re almost near…
but every time, you disappear.

You bring me colour…
but only in the end.

You Bring Me Colour

🖤✨ "The Edge of the Light" by The Miracle Syndicate

We walked through fire and through grace
Hand in hand, no need to speak
Now the road is fading out
The hills fall into sleep

There’s a hush beneath the trees
Something pulling at the seams

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Two birds rise into the dusk
Tracing what we used to dream
You lean in, your breath says nothing
Still, I know what you mean

There’s a warmth behind the ache
A stillness I can’t fake

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Let the wind decide the ending
Let the stars go out in peace
We’ve seen enough to stop pretending
And nothing here will cease

We are tired from the wandering…
So tired from the wandering…
Is this… is this…
…death?

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.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Distributed by:
Painful Records

All songs written by: The Miracle Syndicate

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate

The Edge of the Light

Chief Keef
Love Sosa
Prod. Young Chop
Finally Rich (2012)

Booking Info : 773-209-2866

Love Sosa

Playboi Carti - Location (Original)

We don’t always get to stay in the places we feel whole… but the miracle is, you carry that wholeness now. It never left you. It just sleeps under the surface. Like old radio static waiting for a signal.
—The Miracle Syndicate

The wound is where the light enters.  —Rumí

 🖤✨

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Published by Painful Records Ltd.

What is not yours cannot be lost.