Monsters and even Magic take different forms in our modern world. Though some are still like we hear in tales, but some take new forms… this playlist features Sirens, Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Devils, Supervillians, Demons, Cults and Revenant/Cyborg/Frankensteins! Magic in the future could be just technology and our heroes today use medicine to cure cancerous beasts.

The dragons and demons are Producers who exploit young singers. Puff is an obvious reference here.

So it is not all gloom, it also features Surgeons, Good Global Organisations and Brave Princesses.

Musically there is calypso, country, metal, jazz, pop, musical cabaret, folk, rap and doo-wop. Sit back, and journey into a world of Myths, Monsters and Magic

Sc͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑   M༽𝔬༽𝔫༽𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

The Masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer

Oh, Blue Morgue, neon heart, flickerin’ quiet truth—
He's a paradox, an old, sweet youth,
He brews his kisses dark, no cream, no sugar,
Mmm I’m stirrin’ the void, just hopin’ it’ll…
Taste like love, not the crypt’s aftershave,
Blue Morgue, keep my soul if he’s calling me to my grave.

Blue Morgue Café - Espresso >ᵥ_ᵥ< ☕︎

The jokers dance in my restless mind
Their cackles haunt me I’m in a bind
Balatro’s eyes cold and unkind
In my nightmares I’m always blind

Balatro 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

Oh, the sun kissed the waves on a Trinidad night,
When a wanderin’ soul met a vision of light.
Her skin like mahogany, hair like the tide,
She sang, “Sweet sailor, come walk by my side!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Verse 2]
Her laugh was a melody, sweet and low,
Like sugarcane whispers from long, long ago.
She danced ‘round him barefoot, her hips swayin’ slow,
Said, “The sea’s got a secret that only I know!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows, haunting steel drum echoes…]
The wind turned to whispers, the waves hummed her tune,
Her lips tasted sweet, like a salt-kissed lagoon.
She led him to waters where lanternfish glow—
Now that sailor man’s just a tale locals know…

[Verse 3]
[Rhythm picks up, urgent and bright…]
So if you’re down in Trinidad when the twilight grows thin,
And you hear a voice callin’ soft on the wind,
Cover your ears, boys, and quicken your feet—
That siren’s still singin’ where the coral reefs meet!

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, the moon’s her guitar!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, she’ll lure you far…
Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

⋆.ೃ࿔*Calypso⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

You’re just a waste of space
A big empty balloon
A drug addled geek
A ego-driven gooon

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not sweet or good for you
A nasty piece of work
That no one wants

Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker

[verse]
Your children even hate you
So why should we care?
All you do is useless shite
We didn’t need a space car

You couldn’t help the cave boys
People say you smell
It doesn’t mean you’re funny
If you bully SNL

[bridge]
You make no sense
Money is not a charm
You are too stupid
To understand that
You don’t understand

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker 

[Slow melodic Outro]

When you lie alone in the dark,
do you feel the breath of skeletal death
on the back of your neck,
do you just take more meth?

You did nothing for anyone,
Other than yourself,
Billionaire shortbread,
A crap snack we will all leave on the shelf

A Wikipedia page,
Doesn’t mean you matter
We don’t care what you think,
So yeah, you are just a wanker

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

[End]

Billionaire Shortbread ⊹ ࣪ ˖ $⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ₊˚⊹♡

Beneath the flint-sharp mountain’s shadow, where twisted whispers lie,
Puff the Curséd guards his trove with serpent-amber eyes.
His cavern, cloaked in twilight, cradles crypts of pearly skulls,
Where diamond ghosts of princesses drift, their beauty veiled and dull.

Chorus
Oh Puff, your heart’s a pyre, burning cold as winter’s dawn,
You bleed the sapphire’s brilliance till their fire is withdrawn.
They dance on gilded cobwebs, yet their dreams dissolve to smoke,
For the dragon’s oath is cinder, and his pact a hollow joke.

The Tale of Puff the Curséd ⋆༺𓆩𓅛𓆪༻⋆

Oh, the Banshee came a-wailin’ up a durty Dublin street,  
She flew right through a tavern door, and stopped at a young man’s feet.
“I’ve come to mourn your final breath, young Jack O’Shea!” she hissed,  
But he just laughed and filled a glass, sayin’, “have a shot of this!”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[verse 2]
Jack, sez he “Oh Miss Banshee , while I praise your curious tone!  
It sounds like a nail on a coffin lid, or a sword on a grey gravestone.
I’ll show you tunes so sweet and soft, they’ll warm Death’s icy heart—  
So, breathe deep and attend to me… we’ll turn your wails to art.”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[BRIDGE]  
He taught her gentle melodies, their notes sweet honey’s drip,  
“No dirges here—kick up your heels, and sway your petticoat slip!”  

[Build]

She sang so high, she sang so low, voice pure as the crew-shkeen bawn ,  
Till the old town’s hounds all dropped their heads and dreamed till the golden dawn.

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[Fiddle solo]  

[Verse 3]
The Banshee keened a tune so sweet, and swayed in  the morning light,  
The Reaper dropped his scythe and cheered, “Aye, that’s a rare delight!”  
“Oh Jack,” she moaned, “this merry sound—it troubles me oh-ho!…  
If I can’t wail, how will Death know which souls are good to go?”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh

[Pre-chorus]
Sez he, 
‘Worry not my dear, to make it clear,
There’s nothing to be done,
The dead can dance their lives away,
Without your deadly song.

So let’s rejoin in this dawn chorus,
For life is short, not long,
Be the thunderin’ Jayzus, 
the good lord made us,
To dance and laugh! Haha!,
The whole day long.’

YEE HAH!

[Outro]
Old Jack still drinks in Mulligan’s, his nose a rosy glow,  
The Banshee’s on the music-hall stage, her weepin’ days long ago!  
So if you hear a phantom tune where midnight shadows start—  
Cry “Slawn-cha” Boys and raise your pint… the Banshee’s topped the charts!  

Diddle de idle do, a fol de dol, diddle deedle die-del do

YEE HEEEEE!

Banshee's Ballad ♬ ♪ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

A Human's Touch

A Friday night cover for that special last night with a significant other. Thanks to the The Good, The Bad, and The Gloomy for bringing her usual awesomeness to the other half of the song. You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://linktr.ee/gloomdarkheart

Coming soon to the usual places (Spotify, Amazon, Youtube Music, Apple Music)!
     Can't wait? Grab yourself a flac on bandcamp @ https://blake.so/tonight

Lyrics:
I know you belong to somebody new
But tonight you belong to me
Although we're apart, you're a part of my heart
And tonight you belong to me
Way down by the stream
How sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey, I know with the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Way down, way down along the stream, 
How very, very sweet will be your screams
Once more just to dream
In the silvery moonlight
My honey, I know
With the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Just-a-little ol' me

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Tonight you belong to me ft. Gloom Darkheart (Cover)

THE BIG BAND ERA - BIG BAND JAZZ SWING MUSIC

Big Swing - Big Band Swing Jazz

wohg

lyrics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NDPetfgCiV37GM-r_g3mZyu6kT-5E-LWSlx882IpdCk/edit?usp=sharing
music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQF6wxAhiW0


KNOCK IT OFF!! ft. POPY SV (SynthV Original Song)

attention! breaking news

In When the World Learned to Listen, gravity has rhythm and curiosity becomes sound. Set against dark trap beats, heavy bass, and ghostly synths, the track transforms Sir Isaac Newton’s discoveries—motion, light, gravity—into a sonic meditation on chaos and comprehension. Two voices intertwine and diverge, navigating tension and collapse, echoing the invisible laws that govern planets and perception alike.

The beat pulses like a cosmic heart, fractured yet precise, mirroring the unseen order in the universe. The duo doesn’t plead but listens—tracing paths of comets, arcs of planets, and the subtle prisms of light—exploring whether order exists before consciousness or emerges through observation. By the final resonance, darkness and rhythm fuse into reflection and awe.

A tribute to Newton, a dialogue with the cosmos, and a dance with the unseen.

When the World Learned to Listen

Lyrics:


Hey puppy!
Oh my my!
Puppy!


Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!


Down puppy!
You’re such a sweet puppy when you’re not playing

Howl for me!
You’re such a good puppy when you don’t fetch like the inner circle


Little kitty you’re so pretty, made my heart stop
And I can’t find my way up

Wanna dance, you’re my fancy. I’ll call you
Come on girl, what can I do?

Baby girl, come and play
Got a feeling you’re gonna say…

“I’m having a ball. I just want it all!—”

No, Puppy

 
Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!

All them puppies think they love me
It’s so ugly

All them puppies think they want me
You can’t haunt me


Bad puppy!
“Master to me,” Puppy, what are you saying?

You got your hand on my leash, and you beg me to speak

Such a fool
Thought I’d bloom in the moon just for you


Little kitty, what a pity, and they won’t stop bawling, calling

Wanna dance, you’re my fancy. I’ll call you

Baby girl, come and play
Got a feeling you’re gonna say…

“I’m having a ball. I just want it—”

(meow)

No, Puppy!


Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!

All them puppies think they love me
It’s so ugly

All them puppies think they want me
You can’t haunt me


Your little mind will go around
And then you’ll find you’re going down

Little kitty you’re so pretty, made my heart stop
And I can’t find my way up

I’m having a ball. I just want it all!

Bad Puppy!

The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres.  What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you’ve ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who’s releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label. 

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day’s since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

“We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there,” says Day, who produced the album himself. “So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn’t really sound like it, because it’s so analog-sounding.” Day also points out that “there’s not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones.”

Day’s amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed (“Hoarders”) and our overmedicated society (“Meds”), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There’s an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation. 



Forrest Day - Sleepwalk

Idk i liked this version the best so here! 
here she is- https://soundcloud.com/littlejayneycakes
enjoy dat!

Puppet (Mary's Theme from Ib; Jayn Cover)

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

Balatro 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

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