Très expressive comme style de musique, bien fait !

Cet univers musical est très plaisant et intriguant à la fois !

This is a great indie track reslly well done

Drum beat is slamming. Guitar chords sound really cool. Ask work.

I killed the pharaoh 
You killed the king 
We’re at the same place in time
But we have an all together different meaning 
The space is clear
The dimensions are fleeting 
Their wives are lonely 
when can we dismiss this meeting 

The two assassins never met
But crept about the synchronistic wave
Like shadows covered in night 
The plebeians thought they were brave
But the scholars thought they were right

In the void of tangible power
They thought they could hear it all
But their reality was relative
It was their duty 
It was their call

Stamped hooves beating
Recorded sound non existent
The heated beeping deceiving 
The heaving thoroughbreds 
Of the imagination
Stampeding
Yet, they were never
They were never competing 

She screamed and wailed
The options racing the mind well
What incandescent hell
Have we traced destined lineage to fail?

Whatever it was, rang true
Created a midnight blue hue
To confuse and compel
The empty minds at rest that dwell
Inside their own jail
In a basement in Missouri 

Ah, Hurry hurry it’s on sale
And the inventory is running low
They’ve confiscated your mind
But your pocket is yours though

I’m not sure I’m not sure
That’s really fair

When do we ride
I wanna ride I wanna ride 

Time is an opus
But it ends at the score 
There’s too much to do
And they’re always asking for more 
So I took one final job
So I could retire before 
The moon hit the clouds
And the sun burns for nevermore 

I set off in the magic hour
But the sandstorm’s day had just begun
Trying to put me to bed 
But all I wanted was fun 
The motivating factors shifted
The visual acumen had drifted
The peaches rotted and the (redacted) got (redacted)
Why’d she cry?
Then the midst was misting 

I woke up at what appeared to be a new day
But when you don’t sleep who’s really to say?
I’d poisoned myself so doing to another
Was just another act of good will from his brother
I’d set the palace a blaze and make sure the emperor fell 
His manifesto on taxes and god 
Stood at the mountain top of all that is wrong
Thrice, I visited in the apothecary
Only to remember I had never bought that which you should never carry 
I returned to the force for more
Then realized I had already drunken the cure
I fed my bled to a tube through a vein
What is now sitting in a vile 
It is his destiny, it is his one way trane 

Meet me in the middle
I’m a man on a hill
If the wind blows any harder
There’s no telling where I’ll spill
My guts out on the floor
For those who dream of glory
Where they?what?and who you fighting for?
The man and the money
The man the money
So that’s your interpretation of the land of milk and honey?
Is that how you feel?
Honey, this is for real.

Normal Irregularities

Adjrisisan

WHY
Music by Overdrive & Moladoen

No AI music generation platforms (Suno, Udio, or others) were used in the creation of this track.

The vocals were created note by note in Dreamtonics' Synthesizer V Studio Pro, and the timbre was altered in SoundID's VoiceAI.

Various musical instruments are Kontakt libraries.

KOIKOI’s second single from their forthcoming album O sreći u snovima // On Happiness in Dreams, out in autumn 2025 on KoiKolektiv Records 

Ti Imaš Mir

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Blossom

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Carpathian Cliffs

My 53rd vocal track.  Made on my birthday :)
Like 'Film At Eleven' part of this is good but toward the end... lol
I remember Gene Wilder talking about Mel Brooks shooting ideas like a blunderbuss.  When they hit, great. When they miss... :)
Like recently, Every Given Moment / Chnospinci is dynamite.
I do have a better appreciation for the middle third though once I listen with headphones. it's just the last part that grates.  Before I listened at all I thought 2/3 was a problem

I try to kind of push myself to keep making to keep moving.

Lyrics:

You can save the world
If you believe in nothing hard enough

My compatriot scaled to the top of the battlement
And having decided he'd rather stay there
He proceeded to holler down at me somewhat imperiously
I'm starting to wonder if real-world accomplishment
Is daycare or welfare
For people who take shit way too seriously

The first act of transhumanism
Was Eve picking the apple
And down the line we've had to grapple
With piercingly sensible doomerisms

She was one of those rare girls
With a triple hair whorl

The girl was deep into the duck pate
And I was trying to break her into the idea
That it's not called an Ekhaus latte

Her tip was fringe Egyptian language theory
She looked up from studying her Demotic and
Hit me with a sharp query
Why do age gates always lead to erotica
I said you don't have to opt in dearie

Everybody pities the weak
But jealousy you have to earn
And i thought that was a rather sick burn
Coming from that little sneak

She said men need a lot less sex than they think
And i said in a universe where you'd say it
That's accurate

She said nothing is a fad
Here's the thing there will be no pendulum swing
We will not be returning
And then i said
We shall be pleased not to return to nothing
Got it!
And she said 
Well pleased might be too optimistic
I think things are about to go ballistic
So best gear up your learning

And then i recalled sex
With my social justice ex
I oppressed her alright
I oppressed her all night
And then i avoided her poison bite
By signing the rent checks

And once her creditors get paid
I would like to know how
The color revolution sausage 
Exactly gets made
All of the topical zest
Which goes into a slick
Top down protest
In something other than braille
I would like the full journalistic detail
As to how it all makes the grade

She had a sort of
Gourmet cachet
And they way she dealt
With all this shit about fat
Was to find a way
To bury the ice cream hatchet

In our time 
The republic of letters
Has very low walls about it
And someone had the unmitigated gall
To make a lowbrow insult
About all this tumult
And as a result
Nobody goes there anymore
Because it's too crowded

Color Revolution Sausage

Moksha

“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away."

—The Iliad, Book VI, lns. 171-75

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