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KRISHNA KESHAVA 🌌 willow smith [ambient, light language, folk. pop, electronic, spoken word poetry]

my first romantic song about dreaming with a loved one 🦋🌌💛🌀✨
website: https://DOGDAYSMUSIC.COM

-LYRICS-

Verse 1:

You tell me you’re wide awake
With nothing else to say, to say

You give me that glare you seek
With everything to pray for today

I gave you my heart away,
you nest it over broken family

Chorus:

But boy, your presence is butterflies,
A winged bed rising past each sky

And both our bodies slowly rising,
We break spheres while dreaming…

Oh, his presence is butterflies,
A winged bed rising past each sky

And both our bodies slowly rising,
We break spheres while drea		ming…


Refrain:

We’re dreaaaaaamin…
We’re dreaaaaaamin…

Verse 2:

Ya sabes que te extraño.
Yo te quiero aquí conmigo.
Llamame de entre las nubes.
Y pronto regresare a tierra.

Chorus:

Boy, your presence is butterflies,
A winged bed rising past each sky

And both our bodies slowly rising,
We break spheres while dreaming

Chico, 
tu presencia es mariposas
Cama-angel flotando por cielos

Y nuestros cuerpos suben despacio
Quebramos esferas mientras soñamos…

You tell me you’re wide awake
With nothing else to—

BUTTERFLY DREAMS

butterfly dreams (winged presence)

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My first light language song. BACHUNA ESA, BAKTURE BAKANA EH.

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🌀My 3 month Alchemic Activation Apprenticeship coaching journey helps songwriters, producers, and poets tap into their intuition for effortless writing.

🌀Using the alchemic light codes & symbolic framework of my channeled sacred text “Ghosts in the Dreamscape”, I guide you through your unconscious dreamscapes.

🌀 this is the culmination of my 10+ years' experience as a published writer and @ucsc graduate 👨🏽‍🎓 with over 200 songs in my catalog.

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BACHUNA ESA (Madre Pachamama) feat. Ametaphor

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Oracularity is a celebration of rebirth and renewal, where an intuitive knocking in the distance inspires me to tap into the ancestral and spiritual energy within myself, allowing me to explore the mysteries of creation and the universe. “I am every nothing that brought me here… death is nothing but a vein collapsing into a root system”.  

The poem speaks about rebirth and the internal transformation one can experience through ritual and reflection, embracing the energy of ancestors and descendants to break free from the limitations of the past and embrace the creative potential of the present moment. 

 LYRICS: in the distance i hear a knocking and it does not make me cower like my mother’s knuckleknocks it cradles the internality of my forehead and sparks, catalyzes its inner uncrucifying from the body it held onto so tight for so long for so many centuries, the way the light glints at its own reflection it glistens and gleams into god’s last dream dissolved onto the mouths of his disciples during his last supper, supper is just a synonym for “rite of passage for slumber” and so in the thesaurus of my mind, my every stomached meal becomes a ritual becomes the inversion of sacramented eucharist and my every ancestor awakens from the grave of my innermind mausoleum and they chant in harmonies stacked like summits birthing other mountains on top of themselves and in this way i am reborn like i always am, everyday this ceremony blesses my skin with the alive of my pulse and i tap my wrists in awe at their organic machinery and how my breath is the summary of my well-being and how many bodies have died in the name of unjust sacrilege and how the priest never forgives sinners within the depths of his lockboxed chest and isn’t lockbox just a man’s way of imprisoning what he knows can set fire to his skyscrapers, like his sky suddenly scraping itself into the multiplicity of a black hole’s singularity until his ego crumbles back into the stardust that birthed it like how a mother could unbirth their child at any moment but does not and thus the undoing becomes the holy and thus i am undone until i am nothing but a ball of light floating incandescent in the hands of God, telling my father that God had something special in mind when he decided to emerge me from the shadows of what should have never been born, my mother’s birth canal was too narrow, my cranium too large, to this day i’ve had to constantly allow ancestral and descendant energies to cradle me out from narrow birthcanals each time i’m reborn and this channeling and everything but a death and death is nothing but a vein collapsing into a root system, and i am every nothing that brought me here to breathe myself into existence until i resurrect every choir the preacher deemed too revolutionary too potent too earthquake and so i paint a self-portrait each time enough of my cells invert themselves into near-irrecognition and my cognition expands beyond the [tele-]scope of the previously impossible and possibility becomes but a crystalline sphere within my grasp and i sigh at how closed eyes could channel a river through their forehead as well, all they have to do is sit in a field of bullets and neuron and bone and blood [and clay] and metal and fire and webs and mirrors and kaleidoscopes and listen and listen and listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen

ORACULARITY

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I AM EVERY NOTHING THAT BROUGHT ME HERE.

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Oracularity is a celebration of rebirth and renewal, where an intuitive knocking in the distance inspires me to tap into the ancestral and spiritual energy within myself, allowing me to explore the mysteries of creation and the universe. “I am every nothing that brought me here… death is nothing but a vein collapsing into a root system”.

The poem speaks about rebirth and the internal transformation one can experience through ritual and reflection, embracing the energy of ancestors and descendants to break free from the limitations of the past and embrace the creative potential of the present moment.

LYRICS: in the distance i hear a knocking and it does not make me cower like my mother’s knuckleknocks it cradles the internality of my forehead and sparks, catalyzes its inner uncrucifying from the body it held onto so tight for so long for so many centuries, the way the light glints at its own reflection it glistens and gleams into god’s last dream dissolved onto the mouths of his disciples during his last supper, supper is just a synonym for “rite of passage for slumber” and so in the thesaurus of my mind, my every stomached meal becomes a ritual becomes the inversion of sacramented eucharist and my every ancestor awakens from the grave of my innermind mausoleum and they chant in harmonies stacked like summits birthing other mountains on top of themselves and in this way i am reborn like i always am, everyday this ceremony blesses my skin with the alive of my pulse and i tap my wrists in awe at their organic machinery and how my breath is the summary of my well-being and how many bodies have died in the name of unjust sacrilege and how the priest never forgives sinners within the depths of his lockboxed chest and isn’t lockbox just a man’s way of imprisoning what he knows can set fire to his skyscrapers, like his sky suddenly scraping itself into the multiplicity of a black hole’s singularity until his ego crumbles back into the stardust that birthed it like how a mother could unbirth their child at any moment but does not and thus the undoing becomes the holy and thus i am undone until i am nothing but a ball of light floating incandescent in the hands of God, telling my father that God had something special in mind when he decided to emerge me from the shadows of what should have never been born, my mother’s birth canal was too narrow, my cranium too large, to this day i’ve had to constantly allow ancestral and descendant energies to cradle me out from narrow birthcanals each time i’m reborn and this channeling and everything but a death and death is nothing but a vein collapsing into a root system, and i am every nothing that brought me here to breathe myself into existence until i resurrect every choir the preacher deemed too revolutionary too potent too earthquake and so i paint a self-portrait each time enough of my cells invert themselves into near-irrecognition and my cognition expands beyond the [tele-]scope of the previously impossible and possibility becomes but a crystalline sphere within my grasp and i sigh at how closed eyes could channel a river through their forehead as well, all they have to do is sit in a field of bullets and neuron and bone and blood [and clay] and metal and fire and webs and mirrors and kaleidoscopes and listen and listen and listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen

ORACULRITY

ORACULARITY prod. Hector the Alchemist

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We wrote this about queer discovery & being repressed as kids in church. Our rainbow prayer is to heal from the oppressions we face as queer people of colour, (intensified by the pandemic) by giving & receiving community care, and attaining self-acceptance. We pray for queer people worldwide, not the homophobic version of God we were taught growing up. Pollen & Dopamine would be great playlist fits.
Sad China has been featured in Exclaim! and is a non-binary 2023 Women In Music Canada Honouree.

LYRICS:

Ur in my heart
Not god but something more
Not man and not a war
I’m here

Praying to the moon
For the world to get better soon
My eyes are never dry
I see through our tears

Praying [x8]

Not a war, not god
For the world, not god

Praying [x8] 

Not a war, not god
For the world, not god

After meals were praise after praise
Droning racket in my mind just like a haze
Found another undercover, also hooked up with God
My bare-chested roommate had me lusting, no façade

Fit brainiac bathed in broad daylight
Body gleaming, temptation filled my eyes
Got bacne, wears glasses, but he’s still super hot-
[If I confessed what’s in my heart, I’d be exorcized on the spot]


They don’t fill our hunger
They can’t give us peace
They only sell an image
That we can’t achieve

[Praying
Not a war, not god
For the world, not god

Praying
Not a war, not god
For the world, not god]

Scavenger hunts for quote notes out of the Bible
(not a war, not god)
Forest all around was divinity unentitled

Frenzied prayer, willing the divine
And my brown queer mind knows it’s all inside:
the love and the shame that it melts with a wish,
to alchemize fear into the sparks of a switch.

I know your fears, homophobe/”all alone”:
see us in your mirror,
Let us whisper songs all round the globe:
We can free your soul, you know,
and you’ll love yourself… crystalline clearer.

 and now you got me [praying…]

‘cause-

They don’t fill our hunger
They can’t give us peace
They only sell an image
That we can’t achieve

(Background vox, + 8ve )
 (Ur in my heart
Not god but something more
Not man and not a war
I’m here)

Circled around a dusked dome adorned with roses,
Existence no longer a sin, we enter…  acceptance

White-robed and walking through a lanterned path 
Angels baptized my feet bared like I was Sabbath

Man… Chef couldn’t even just cook that tofu right
just browned it on the surface, oh god what awful sights
I had to eat nutritional yeast on a tostada… like what???

Rainbow Prayer

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Rainbow Prayer feat. Sad China

Happy Indigenous Peoples Day!

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I hear my ancestor's native tongue
for the first time, 
my eyes swell an ocean of history
of swallowed tongues & collapsed lungs:
Colonial ships landing ashore, 
craving gold, craving blood, craving ichor.

A story decaying in memory, 
a collapsing skull 
speaking through rotting teeth.

hearing this erased gospel, 
my body remembers forgotten lullabies.

…

Body knows this language 
was butchered to near extinction 
Who’d hunt a tongue in pieces, 
who’d labor a decolonized expedition for every puzzle piece?

As a child I was fascinated 
by veins beneath my tongue: 
like roots searching for surviving language
to overgrowth every colonizer’s lexicon.

____

1. English felt like prickly syllables, micro-tongue-cuts, 
reason why I break its colonized rules
2. Spanish felt more like answer but 
it was colonizer’s false gilded god, and
3. I'm aware of 1 and 2 every time my family encourages either language.

A dentist told me I was tonguetied so I stretched out my tongue;

Or rather I 
started expanding my roots
started studying the blood evaporated by history
We didn’t forget this tongue, 
it was yanked from the root, 
thieved from the hollows of our throats.

I was born mestizo, a molcajete 
mortar and pestle of Spanish and Otomí
born both colonizer and colonized in my DNA

born warzone of blood and jaw and genocide 
and throat and erasure and tongue 

born warzone of blood and jaw and genocide 
and throat and erasure and tongue 

______

I relearned my ancestral people, Otomí 
was just another colonizer’s nickname.

their true names:
Hñahñu! and Ñuhu!

Sound like poems encapsulated in a single word, 
Like seed with entire ecosystem inside awaiting unlocking

300,000 souls strong
Tongue rare except in 
my grandmother’s mouth memory
my grandmother’s mouth memory


I learned through a screen and not 
linking hands or exchanging eyes or 
dancing tongues in communal tandem of meal and song

But these words are seedlings,
 germinating spark-growths
still learning this tongue 
and its genocidal history of derooting

____

Maybe, maybe, maybe
I can plant new cornucopias 
in the wasteland hollow of my jaw

Even if those who cultivated seeds before me still struggle today 
to remember the history pruned from their bleeding intergenerational mouths

NATIVE TONGUE

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NATIVE TONGUE ( Hnahnu / Otomi ) - Indigenous People's Day

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This is how I lucid dream my internalized homophobia into a breathing desert.

I dug into the sand dunes of my queerness and found God. 
I became an instrument for queer, 
I let its resonance pierce through my skin and burst past every cell. 

This is how I became overflowing with queer; 
its delicious taste waterfalling out my iridescent tongue. 

This is how I lucid dream my internalized homophobia into a boundless ocean.

I dove into the trenches of my queerness and untreasured God. 
It glowed with the luminance of my entire ancestral lineage. 
I encapsulated this light, and
I sowed the soil of my skin with the seeds of Spirit. 

Beneath the depths of my being, I chanted in reverence.

“I am here to be multiplied”, I prayed. 
“I am here to be limitless”, I reaffirmed.
“I am here to be expanded!” I exclaimed.

I begged for a miracle so I was alchemized to transmute it:

Upon a pyramid of suns, I summoned a trifecta of phasing moons.
Upon a graveyard of native Hñahñü tongues, I found a resurrecting limb.

I pulled its outstretched palm and unearthed myself.

This is how I lucid dream fear into an ultrablooming poppy meadow.

I dug into the roots of my queerness and found God. 

And every wall of I became a house of we.

We dug into the depths of our queerness and unburied God. 

This is how we lucid dream our fear into an ultrablooming desert.

We pulled its parched palms and unearthed ourselves.

Upon a resurrection of indigenous tongues, we found a growing limb.
Upon a pyramid of moons, we summoned a trifecta of phasing suns.

We cried for a miracle and we were alchemized to become it:

“We are here to become expanded!” we exclaimed.
“We are here to become limitless”, we reaffirmed.
“We are here to become multiplied”, we prayed. 

We sowed the soil of our skin with the seeds of Spirit. 

Our skin glowed with the luminance of our entire ancestral lineage. 
We swallowed the spectrum of our queerness and tasted God. 

This is how we lucid dream our shadows into a radiant moonlight,

its delicious fluid pouring out our waterfall mouths. 
We became overflowing with queer; 

We let its resonance pierce through our skin and burst into every cell. 
We became an instrument for queer, harmonizing as one: 

We dug into the lucid dreams of our queerness and dreamt of God.

...

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what you need is ACTIVATION.

if you struggle with:

👉🏽 coming up with branded content ideas for your music
👉🏽 creating time to post and provide value for your community
👉🏽 listening to your gut & intuition to channel your deepest inner truth in your music
👉🏽 feeling stuck in entering your creative flow to write songs, produce music, or create content

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I help you go from creatively blocked to creatively charged and ACTIVATED! 🎆⚡️

🌀My 3 month Alchemic Activation Apprenticeship coaching journey helps songwriters, producers, and poets tap into their intuition for effortless writing.

🌀Using the alchemic light codes & symbolic framework of my channeled sacred text “Ghosts in the Dreamscape”, I guide you through your unconscious dreamscapes.

🌀 this is the culmination of my 10+ years' experience as a published writer and @ucsc graduate 👨🏽‍🎓 with over 200 songs in my catalog.

FREE 30 MINUTE CREATIVE CLARITY CALL: https://heal.me/hector

i dug into the depths of my queerness and found god.

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Dive into the neoclassical pop enchantment of 'Euphoria.' This ballad seamlessly merges classical grace with modern vigor, building to a euphoric climax with drums and electric guitar. 
Let 'Euphoria' elevate your musical experience. 

LYRICS:

Euphoria / divinity
Takes over me / exhale, relieve
And now I see / And I feel free
Chromaticity / Deep clarity

My soul feels / Look through me
Soigné / Darling

Body glowing softly

Euphoria
Is all I need
This moment here:
All that exists.
Introspirit fluorescence
Norepinephrine

Naïveté

To dopamine I pray

Chorus:
Do you feel it, 
Body transmits
Placid fruition
Lucid intuition
Conscious unconsciousness, oh

Oh I feel it
Aura turns ambience:
Red, blue, green, ianthine
Adenine to thymine
Cytosine to guanine
[Purine and pyrimidine]

credits: vocal tuning and coaching by: @ametaphormusic
music, mixing, art: Hector the Alchemist

EUPHORIA

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Ametaphor: 
Web3 Wallet + NFTs - ametaphor.eth 
WEBSITE: https://ametaphor.club

This is an original channeled light language song featuring acapella vocal layers sung, produced, & engineered by Ametaphor as a personalized gift tailored to Hector's aura that came as an experimental perk with collecting the Jukaru NFT in the top tier which was offered via Tribly in January 2023. The energy in the song captures a moment of transformation in what Hector calls 'Alchemic Activation', a visionary portal that weaves dreams, consciousness, and energetic fusing to flow into creative clarity. The art piece is a hand drawn pixel piece that features colors that Ametaphor felt Hector's aura both reflected and could be inspired into harmony with, using a calming peach toned palette with subtle neon glimpses, similar to a bright opal. Together, in the minting process of this creation, Ametaphor & Hector the Alchemist are exploring minting this unique creation at the end of 2023 as a way to celebrate moving into 2024 and all the alchemy that the year of this crossing of paths has activated :)

THE UNVEILING (8 Hz binaural beats + Alchemic Activation) - Ametaphor prod. Hector The Alchemist

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-CREDITS-

Channeled Light Language vocals + vocal production: Shana Munson / Ametaphor
Music production: Hector Fabian Castaneda / Hector the Alchemist
Distribution: HRDRV

THE UNVEILING [Alchemic Activation]

THE UNVEILING (8 Hz binaural beats + Alchemic Light Language) - Ametaphor prod. Hector The Alchemist

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"This beautiful song invokes divine peace, protection and grace and it really means so much to us both to share it at this time of great upheaval in the world." -Jahnavi Harrison

Verse 1: WILLOW, Jahnavi Harrison & Both]
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Paahimaam
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Paahimaam
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Paahimaam

[Chorus 1: WILLOW & Jahnavi Harrison]
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava

[Verse 2: Jahnavi Harrison, WILLOW & Both]
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rakshamaam
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rakshamaam
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rakshamaam

[Chorus 2: WILLOW & Jahnavi Harrison]
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava

[Bridge: Jahnavi Harrison, WILLOW & Both]
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Paahimaam
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Krishna Keshava
Paahimaam
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rakshamaam
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rama Raghava
Rakshamaam
Krishna (Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, hey)
(Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, hey) Krishna
(Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, hey) Krishna
(Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, hey)
~
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SURRENDER by WILLOW & Jahnavi except ur literally in heaven (KRISHNA KESHAVA)[ETHEREAL HEAVEN MIX]

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~
Voices (Apricity) - lyrics

In this moment, alive and tangled,
In the eyes of polyquantizers,

I know you feel me.
I know you breathe me.

In this moment, choirs singing.
All harmonies hold you in place.

I bleed apricity,
I feel you knowing me.

Listen, focus, they sing.
Listen, focus, 	they sing.
Listen, focus, they sing.
Listen, focus, 	they sing.

All the Voices, all resonating.
In cranial thoughtways, blending unlanguaged.

Quantizing cell mo	saics,
Polyrhythm ca		thedrals.

Birdsong,
Forest gale,
Ocean grains,
listening, 	speaking.

I sing, you Sense me.
Sunrise sherbet re	birth, 
novel a			pricity.

(Listen, focus, they sing.
Listen, focus, 	they sing.
Listen, focus, they sing.
Listen, focus, 	they sing.)
~
inspired by staying up in the woods on acid and listening to the birds and watching the sunrise while my coworkers slept in their tent :'D

VOICES (APRICITY)

VOICES (APRICITY) [instrumental]

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🌻𝕍𝕆𝕀ℂ𝔼𝕊 (𝔸ℙℝ𝕀ℂ𝕀𝕋𝕐)🌻 🕊️[𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝]🕊️

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KRISHNA KESHAVA 🌌 willow smith [ambient, light language, folk. pop, electronic, spoken word poetry]

Hector the Alchemist (dog days are over)