They All Know

Ho Pianto Tango

cheers for having a listen


i think it's time you have to go
but i think you knew this long ago
it happens to the best of us, cast aside and left to rust
you know thats just the way

then the realisation's taken hold 
you been left out in the cold
frozen out the welcome mat, took away and not put back
you know thats just the way

you made your peace now with your past
except some things aren't meant to last
everyone will tell you you'll get through
keep keeping on thats all you do
cos it's the only way

where would you go what would you do
there's a big old world in front of you
and it's hurtin now more than before, through heavens gate to the devils door
you know we lost our way

take a seat it won't be long, all the pain will soon be gone
you know thats just the way
make your mind up right or wrong, the way we're going it won't be long
thats the way

Thats The Way

This is another collab work with the beautiful voice of Wildsilences. 

I would be very happy if you would also watch the video and give it a thumbs up.
https://youtu.be/J8om0qv4xas
Thanks a lot for your support!

Wildsilences open collabs: @indiiwildmoon

Lyrics & Vocals: Wildsilences 
Music & Arrangement: OMCB

Cover Picture: pixabay.com


Lyrics:

strip it down and see
what is left of me
everything i am
everything i've become
is because of you
'cause i once, i loved you
now, now i'm separated
now, now i'm broken
'cause i loved

connect the wires
hear me cry out
in the silence of the dark
there is a monster inside
taking hold of everything that i am
every breath that i take
every sound that i

swinging here to
holding on to
swinging here to
felt it in my bones
shadows growing cold
emptiness, isolation
the ghost, you have become
the ghost

children of the stars
shining bright


Music Video

The Other Side - Wildsilences & OMCB [Music Video]

I find myself standing alone on the illuminated platform of an immense, eerily silent station. Towering walls rise like ancient sentinels, their surfaces bearing the silent narratives of forgotten ages. Gleaming rails stretch to vanishing points, consumed by shadows beneath a vaulted ceiling that looms overhead, its colossal contours lost in a shroud of deep darkness. The air itself carries a subtle chill, hinting at countless journeys and unspoken expectations.

An enchanting stillness, profound and heavy, permeates this vast expanse. It's broken only by a deep, rhythmic hum that vibrates from the polished floors, resonating within the marrow of my stardust bones. This is the station's heartbeat, a primordial pulse that cradles me in its quiet, magnetic embrace. In this boundless space, I feel impossibly small, yet paradoxically, utterly safe, as if held within a chrysalis of potent becoming. My journey, I know, has brought me to this extraordinary place, but the destination remains an exquisite mystery, hanging in the air, thick as ancient amber.

Then, a sudden, sharp crackle of static jolts the silence, as the loudspeakers burst to life, filling the station with a looping message. The voice that emerges is distorted, modulated by time, resonating with a primeval force. It sounds tattered, frayed at the seams, as if it traveled through countless epochs, carrying the weight of untold histories. I cannot discern its age or origin; all I sense is a potent intent to communicate, a yearning that lingers in the air like a whisper of forgotten stories, etched within memory.

As the lyrics begin to unfold, I listen raptly, their meaning filtering into my consciousness, roughly translated into my native tongue. Yet even in their imperfect form, the words hold an incandescent poetry, a cosmic frequency that sparks within my mind. Each phrase unfurls vivid imagery, painting emotional landscapes that resonate deep within my core. Through them, I almost perceive the rhythm of distant trains thrumming through the earth, and the faint, echoing laughter of travelers who passed through these halls long before me. The message washes over me, an inexorable current, pulling me deeper into the station's profound enigma. It's an undeniable urging to unearth its secrets, to read its cryptic writings, and perhaps, in doing so, to finally illuminate my own elusive purpose within this sprawling, mystical labyrinth of light and shadow, seen through my third eye.
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"Think about the journey…the butterflies and the laughter. 

It all seems so easy to do when we think of the sunshine. 

But what happens to the caves and hollows? When do we acknowledge the ancient amber? It is but a shadow of yesterday, your bones that are made of stardust. For in the cave writings, we all understand silently…running our hands along the walls. Watch the embers rise in the smoke of the fire… 

Breathe in the enchanting flavour. It is through your 3rd eye that you see the calm. It is what beckons you to come to the temple. Gaze into the night sky, I sense your very existence. Songs of your past encircle the wave in which you’re riding. 

Have you noticed it yet? It remains but all spoken like cryptic writings upon the tunnels of Zion. Allow the thread to spin away from the spool. It is the film, as it is intended to be seen. 

Fathom the presence yet? Allow the apple of your eye to melt into glazings. The ladder... 

(B00M)

spirals upwards, leaving you dizzy.

In your mind... well... Alone through the torches, they burn outside the stepstones to the "purpose.". 

Does the bell ring familiar? Are you aware of the scroll? What common paths lie in the overgrown bush? Lean back as you crest the horizon. It will leave you astounded by the simplicity of this…are you ready? 

Come glide with me, through the tension…past the grindstone. The daily bread. "  

Written and spoken by Keith Alban

My 3rd Eye (Spoken Text, In Description)  - Final Remaster

The Present

In A Room

Not Yet

Kit: uKORG, CS2x, Fluss, volca fm, Seaboard 5D, Logic Pro

Acknowledgements:
Audio:
Vocal Sampling from "As Seen on TV" (2022) by HoliznaCC0; track licenced under a CC0 1.0 Universal Licence (Public Domain).

4th World (ft. HoliznaCC0)

Tristan & Izolda

purposely like a reel or a short or any of that highly addictive short duration media which is really effecting people's attention spans

I wrote it after having a cool chat about song length with some other artists

Listen to Songs for Junkies, a playlist by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/kCtUDc25GQq7Ip7I7N

I might make an album of 30 second tunes ✅ 

Shortie (30 Second Song)

Song from Wastedland I

Cançó de comiat

Welcome to the BrainStorm Experience. 

This is where our music has  become our devotion, where story and sound entwine as one living entity. 

Each track is a untold story, until now, carrying fragments of emotion across the threshold between you and something beyond the ordinary. 

Beneath the surface, quiet truths wait to be found, revealed not through words alone, but through feeling. 

We offer notes and timestamps only as constellations to help you navigate, though the meaning is yours to uncover.

What you see is as vital as what you hear. 

The screen before you transforms into a mirror of the music’s soul, a shifting, breathing gallery that reflects tone, motion, and memory. 

Each image pulses with the same essence that lives within the melodies, inviting you to reflect, to drift, to become part of its rhythm.

For the truest experience, we suggest listening through headphones.

They awaken the subtle layers that dwell beneath the surface, where whispered harmonies, faint textures, and unseen details wait to be heard. 

In that space between sound and silence, time begins to dissolve, and the world grows distant.

BrainStorm Operations exists to offer more than sound. It is a refuge, a sanctuary carved from serenity, designed to bring stillness to the mind and warmth to the soul. 

Across more than ten hours of carefully woven music and vision, we extend a hand into the quiet , a moment to simply exist and feel.

If you are here, it's not an accident. Your presence completes the circle. 

Settle into the stillness, surrender to what stirs within, and let the music find you. 

This is where the journey begins.

Warm regards from the flightdeck,

Keith Alban, (and formerly Sven Klitsch)

*Disclaimer*  

I must acknowledge the fantastic source of my artwork: Desktopography - desktopography.net/. I am also a part of three art collectives: Desktopography, depthCORE, and EvokeONE, where I have served as the music director.  

I have been fortunate enough to use their incredible works in this format. The heart of this experience lies in the stunning artwork contributed by the talented artists from all three collectives, lending a unique charm and beauty to the BrainStorm visual treasure.