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.

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic, & distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & synth
Shamoozey created & speaks: all spoken word
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Dragons Breath

This song will be available october the 13th on all plats

left behind

Delicious Tacos In The Age Of The AI Apocalypse

lyrics not here because 4,900 chars but i did opt for Lyrics Blaster in DistroKid so it could be possibly in Spotify by now or somewhat soon

Delicious Tacos

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

Incense (no beat version)

Blue Snowflakes

Sacred Time

Dad’s in rehab, we go to visit
We meet the people on his floor
Like we were locked in a car
Heading toward a cliff
When someone opened the door

There’s Lynyrd Skynyrd and Tapestry 
And the phonograph needle skips 
And there’s a handsome guy
In the patients’ lounge
With scars on his wrists

(Chorus:)
And we’re all here
Not a moment too soon
Trying to lean on each other 
In this room
And we’re all desperate
Just to know if it lasts 
Can we really escape
The hazards of the past?
There’s something
Death-defying
There’s something sublime
We just try to stay
In the moment
In this sacred time

Dad is smiling and everyone’s smiling
Haven’t seen that for a while
And when I look in the mirror
Age fifteen
I see his smile

And someone’s leaving
And someone’s coming
The little group evolves
We huddle over games and coffee
And firm resolves

(Chorus:)
And we’re all here
Not a moment too soon
Trying to lean on each other 
In this room
And we’re all desperate
Just to know if it lasts 
Can we really escape
The hazards of the past?
There’s something
Death defying
There’s something sublime
We just try to stay
In the moment
In this sacred time

Sacred Time

Transience captures fleeting moments — memories, emotions, and thoughts that drift between presence and disappearance. Written and produced over the past few years, these pieces reflect change, impermanence, and quiet transformation. Each track moves through subtle textures, piano echoes, and ambient layers, forming a contemplative journey through time and sound.

Blossom

Bluesman indipendente, cantato tra italiano e inglese.
Racconto città che non esistono, amori che bruciano e sogni che non muoiono.
La mia musica è una strada bagnata dalla luce blu, nessun nome qui.
CobaltoTown è il luogo dove il blues abita la notte, dove da una finestra rotta, entra un po’ di verità, un blues notturno nato tra lampioni spenti, pioggia e chitarre graffiate.
E' una città immaginaria, fredda, misteriosa, col cielo color cobalto, dove ogni porta chiusa nasconde una storia, e un vecchio stanco sta suonando con la sua chitarra un blues.
Un viaggio tra realtà e sogno, dove chitarra e voce, si fondono nel suono profondo della notte.

💙 Down in the CobaltaTown... il blu non è solo un colore ma uno stato d’animo
Lyrics:
Verse 1
Ho trovato una città, fredda e misteriosa
Ho sentito suonare, un blues di un’anima nera. 
Ogni porta chiusa è una storia vera
And an old man plays an olding blues
Che cielo cobalto che pioggia nera
Every step I take is, another step I taken

Chorus
Gira ancora miseria, down in the CobaltaTown
Gira ancora miseria, down in the CobaltaTown

Verse 2
Ombre di un auto e profumo di vino
I lost my soul but I’m feelin’ fine
Si vive a malapena, sempre più povera
In the blue of the rain, I feel my pain. 
Le finestre riflettono, luci qua e là
Le finestre rotte In the CobaltaTown
Parole pulite non le sentirò mai
It' s the color of night, deep and smelly

Chorus
Giro ancora di notte, down in the CobaltaTown

Gira ancora miseria...
Gira ancora miseria..
Gira ancora miseria...
Miseria, miseria, miseria
Gira ancora miseria...

COBALTOTOWN

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COBALTOTOWN

Dany S

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