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

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The Art of Letting Go (Acoustic Version)

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.

Übermensch

©Music & lyrics by OASIS
©Adaptation by PHIL SWAIN

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Lyrics:

You know
Just because you have a freedom
You don't have to exercise it 
Every given moment of everyday you know
Well I'm rather more interested in
What happens when I run out of embarrassment

And he went on to say
Hey look, not everyone's xenocidal galactic socialistic theocracy 
Is perfect okay


Just about everyone agrees
It's tough being a lady's warder
Sex for a man
Because you know we aim to please
Is like trying to solve a rubik's cube
With an anxiety disorder
While trying not to sneeze

They've altered the terminology for festive occasions
And so for Fourth of July we're going to be setting off
Fire-Caucasians

There was an auspicious southerly breeze
On the day we unburdened ourselves from the Queen of Pinot Gris

The government was saying in a particularly rude way
That just because you have a freedom
You don't need to use it at every moment of every day
And I thought why would they feel the need to be free to say that
At this particular moment anyway

One thing seems to be incontrovertibly true
In Soviet Britain, social media posts you

They went on that governance has to be done steadily
And without stumbling upon regret
Like performing a minuet
Or making a smashing omelet
Not to dirty some egg yolks
But anyway so yeah we coerced some folks

As the thought of trying to obliterate me was tightening their rectum
The painted sybil was strumming her plectrum
The Greek chorus decried equal amounts of economic illiteracy 
On either side of the spectrum
And then his backing singers really went to town
Like crabs in a bucket clawing each other down

And then my traveling companion
Had had enough of being restrained
And complained a very millennial complaint
That now it takes four singing fish to be entertained

The high court jester 
Concluded with a pretty shrewd remark
As he was busy collecting the necessaries
The key to isolating his mark
And causing things to fester
Was to forget a man's ancestors
Hide his descendants
And separate his contemporaries

In the ultramarine dark
He was caparisoned as if strolling on a lark
Resembling a tasseled wobbegong carpet shark

She was quite a debutante for a start
And hard to hate for anyone with half a heart
An epitome of discernment
Like the connoisseur of detournement

We were bantering the specifics to and fro
And even though I was doing it a little bit slow
It had been a pleasant trip so to speak

After a long time of being on the shelf
As poignantly as having a sword run through
If something seems painfully obvious to you
But obvious to no one else 
That fact is more real than reality itself

Every Given Moment / Chnospinci

Uli - Ulysses, Penelope and Paul, The Pilgrim - The Myth Untold - Final

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©Music composed and produced by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros. (Uli)
©Lyrics by Uli (@uli-virtual-band)
Copyright 2025 - Uli @uli-virtual-band

Mixing by: Uli and Rogério Vieira
Mastering by: Uli and Rogério Vieira

Lyrics in English
----- Introducing the song -----
Ulysses, Penelope and Paul, The Pilgrim – The Myth Untold – Final

Every trilogy is a journey. In Part I, myth and dream revealed Ulysses and Penelope through visions of the God of gods. In Part II, storms of sea and heart tested faith as an unshakable anchor. Now, in this final act, the veil lifts: the untold myth is fulfilled.

Here, love and fidelity, wisdom and faith converge. Penelope becomes the one who dreams and prays, Ulysses the one who journeys on, and Paul the echo of a divine voice. The myth lives — not as legend, but as promise.

This ending is also a beginning, as the pilgrimage continues in Pilgrims Through Ages — not only across ancient seas, but in the choices and faith that guide our steps today.
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(Intro)
  
(Verse 1)

It’s been fifteen winters, my heart still aching, you… Only you... none but you. 
Each year I prayed through tears unbreaking, My vow held firm, my hope stayed true. 
Each whisper, like those heard at Delphi’s gate, Renewed my silence, stitched with grace. 
I kept the suitors from their fate, Unweaving threads to guard our place. 

 (Pre-Chorus 1)  
  
Not even the densest cloud of men, Could stir my heart from what was right. 
Ulysses was my soul’s amen, I prayed to Morpheus every night. 
One night I searched the stars above, And lifted eyes to prophecy. 
I asked for dreams, I asked for love — And found a light inside of me. 

 (Chorus 1) 

That night, a radiant voice drew near, A messenger with wings of flame. 
He spoke of love beyond all fear, Of One who knew our hearts by name. 
He said, “Your path is held above, By hands unseen, yet ever wise.” 
The God of gods, the source of love, Who paints our dawns across the skies.
 
Like gold refined in holy flame, Like blades that bear the scars of war, 
You are Ulysses, still the same, I Penelope, forever more. 

(Interlude 1)  

In hands unseen, I place my trust, The One who breathed hope into me. 
Though time may fade and kingdoms rust, His love remains eternally. 

(Verse 2) 

I will wait for you through storm and flame, In silence deep, my vow stands true. 
The God who whispered hope to me Still guards the echo of your name. 

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

Each thread I once unwove in prayer Now binds our tale with sacred grace. 
The loom of hope, once stripped and bare, Is whole again in love’s embrace. 

(Chorus 2)

Like gold refined in sacred fire, Like swords born from the storm’s lament, 
You drew the bow with calm desire, Its mark divine, its flight intent. That arrow bore your silent ache,
The wound you never dared reveal. A truth too deep for words to break, 
A pain that only love could heal. 

(Break) 

Now I rest upon your shoulder, The voyage ends, the sea is still. 
The suitors turn to dust and bone — Their pride undone, their hearts grown colder. 

(Final Chorus) 

We stood before the gods and flame, Defying time with love’s pure line. 
Not stars, but faith, has called our name — We found the Living God divine. 

(Final of the Trilogy)

The truth begins where the message shines The myth dissolves in dawning grace. 
From marble halls to sacred dreams, From Rome to Heaven’s timeless place!
  
(Epilogue – Ulisses and Penelope, The Pilgrims)

He is Ulisses, also known as Uli, The pilgrim still at sea. 
His heart sails on, though shores seem far, He waits for me, sent faithfully — A gift of grace, a guiding star.

Not myth, but promise holds him fast, Not fate, but faith shall write our tale. 
The God who shaped the stars so vast Will send my love to calm his sail.

Amen...
Amen...
Amen...

Amen...

Uli - Ulysses, Penelope and Paul, The Pilgrim - The Myth Untold - Final

Third single, zero chill. “Hell No Bro!” explodes with fast riffs, raw vocals, and a middle-of-nowhere punk attitude that refuses to back down.
It’s the sound of saying *no* — to fake friends, fake rules, and every dead-end expectation. Turn it up and scream along.

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Hell no bro!!

You said grow up, I said no thanks
I’ll stay right here with the beer and the pranks
You’re talking careers, I’m talking shows
You’re getting old fast, I’m screaming hell no

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Break it down, guitars kick in
Crowd jumps high, let the chaos begin

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Into the night!!

Hell no bro!!

Hell no bro!!

Forever young!!

Middle Finger

Hell No Bro!

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Every Given Moment / Chnospinci

Doug Stoothoff