Wrote this song inspired by Nirvana and the record known as "In-Utero". The song has a talkback that pushes a bi-polar type vocal with hard driven guitars. Enjoy! -ti

Not One Iota

Not Built to Weep is a storm of voice and fire, sorrow reimagined as strength 🖤🔥. Haunted choir lines rise behind searing clean vocals and growls that shake the stone walls 🕯️🎶💀. This isn’t mourning. It’s a resurrection. From the ashes of silence, they sing, and they do not kneel. ⚔️🏛️🌫️

Not Built to Weep (Wired Souls featuring Anabolic Stereo)

RIDE ON: A 10-track cycling motivation album that follows the complete journey from first light to final upload. Each song captures a different phase of the ride - from the meditative flow state to the explosive final sprint. Whether you're chasing KOMs or chasing dreams, this is your soundtrack for pushing limits. #WorkoutMusic #FitnessMotivation #PushYourLimits #NeverGiveUp #TrainingPlaylist #CyclingMusic #MotivationMusic #RideOn #StravaLife #CyclingAnthem #SportMotivation #EnduranceSport #CyclingPlaylist #BikeLife #TrainingMusic

Strava Upload

Intro (Spoken)
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can grind them to dust.
Your ignorance, greed, and money—
They can’t hold the world forever.

Verse 1
You whispered doubts like they were prayers,
Hung my worth from your crooked stares.
Cut my voice till it barely bled,
But I built a crown from what you said.

Pre-Chorus
We aren’t all stupid, or blind, or unaware,
No matter how much you poison the air.
You built this cage and called it peace,
But we're tearing cracks through every piece.
You wish we’d stay broken, silenced, numb,
But we’re waking up—and you should run.

Chorus
You tried to break what you couldn’t own,
Spoke your curses like sticks and stones.
But every bruise, every shattered crust,
Just fed the fire—I turned to dust.
Not fading out—I became the storm,
Words like hammers, pain reformed.
So speak again—I'll rise, combust...
Your silence now… grinds you to dust.

Verse 2
You call me lost while you worship lies,
Built on flags and blood and alibis.
You preach your truth with iron claws—
Then blame the broken for your flawed laws.
Why are you so brainwashed,
While saying I’m the one who's blind?
I found my soul in the wreckage—
You just lost your mind.

Breakdown / Interlude
I don’t understand why you can’t see…
Why can’t you see…
Why can’t you see…
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE?!
You chain yourself to comfort,
While the world’s set on fire.
You laugh at the ashes—
But still call me a liar.

Phoenix Verse
I am no victim. I am no pawn.
I watched in silence—but that time is gone.
I am a Phoenix,
Born of your abuse.
Inspired by the evil I see in you...
TO BURN. IT. ALL. DOWN.

Final Chorus
No matter what you do,
No matter what you say,
We won’t back down,
Not fade—not today.
We won’t go free ‘til the system breaks,
And the last lie finally shakes.
We are the storm you tried to hush—
Now we’re the ones who grind to dust.

Outro (Spoken / Fading)
I am tired of an ignorant world,
Where people hurt each other...
Blind to the potential.
I’d rather die
If it proves impossible to make a difference.
One day you might realize your errors...
If you survive.

Dust Maker

Last drop for a bit - need a break. Hope you enjoy.

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Slaughter the Heretic

Tap Dancing in My Heart

just a nice metal jam 🔥 📛 👨‍🚒 

Gorgonize.mp3

Here rock, dancehall, brass and swing all come together to kick ass

Speed Demon

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Fell asleep like the time has come
In favela walls where fights are won
The air tastes like copper and rain
Somebody's son won't wake again

Walk by safe if you can't blink twice
Hell burns harder when you roll the dice
The dogs know which doors to avoid
God's just another word for paranoid

It might strike seven, don't get up hopes
Life hangs on by the neck on the ropes
The electric hum, the generator's wheeze
Make sure you're still in one piece

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

Tuesday bleeds into Thursday now
Lost the days, don't ask me how
Sister's boyfriend disappeared last week
His mother doesn't sleep, doesn't speak
Just stares at his empty seat

The television prophesies in static
Grandmother's prayers get more frantic
She lights candles for the already dead
Whispers names I've never heard said

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

God better change my life
'Cause death is coming
And I ain't waiting for the trigger
God better change my life
Death is coming
I ain't waiting

Mathematics of survival
Six bullets, seven brothers
One ambulance, three neighborhoods
Do the math
Do the math

Every sunrise is a coin flip
Every sunset is a maybe
The calendar's a sick joke here
Yesterday might be your last day

I scream one more time
Scare the birds, scare the saints
They're all the same
They all want their taste
São Paulo to Paris streets
Betting on my defeat
The final breath

But not yet, not yet
Not yet, not yet
NOT YET
NOT YET

Fell asleep like the time has come
But I woke up
I woke up
I woke up
Still here
Still breathing

The Final Breath

Thread By Thread (The Fall)

NEW AGAIN
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.


Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.
They have not vanished—
they have changed their shape.
The world does not lose them,
it just folds them
into something wider.

NEW AGAIN,

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.

They have become the wind
that moves without asking,
the warmth that lingers
after the fire fades.
They are the echo
that hums in quiet rooms,
the light that bends
just so—
as if remembering your name.


Don’t call it gone.
Call it return.
Call it the soft undoing of form,
the way water becomes cloud,
the way music becomes silence,
and still—
you can hear it.

NEW AGAIN,

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.

They are not beneath the earth.
They are the earth,
the pulse under your feet
when you walk through morning grass.
They are not past tense,
not lost,
not broken.
They are the pause between heartbeats,
the whisper that keeps the night from closing.

NEW AGAIN,

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.

Don’t be afraid.
They have only slipped
into the endless current,
where all beginnings
and all endings
meet and bow to one another.

NEW AGAIN,

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.

They have become new again—
unfolded,
unbound,
returning to everything.
And in the quiet,
when you breathe just once more—
they breathe with you.

NEW AGAIN,

NEW AGAIN

Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.

NEW AGAIN,
NEW AGAIN
Don’t be afraid of the death
of a loved one.
PB2025


NEW AGAIN

I Enjoy designing developing and Creating New musical ideas :-D

You can contact me @ William_JE_Irwin@Hotmail.com or williamjackedwardirwin@gmail.com

Or you can Google me:  Dalorath

Thanks for listening and reading :-)

Dust Maker

Dalorath

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