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Willingness To Grind Is Negatively Correlated

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Klangmoebel-Soundtracks, Vol. 4: Harry

Change Direction

Jaded Mind

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

У моря есть волны
У солнца есть свет
Есть я у тебя у меня тебя нет
Ты смотришь в окно чтоб увидеть опять
Те странные мысли, не потерять

Пройдёт серой тучей и ляжет в песок
А мне бы приблизиться на волосок
К тому, что мерцает и может спасти
Того, что не вижу но есть впереди

Не зная что будет
Не видя, что есть
Мы сделаем шаг, но останемся здесь
Под небом курчавым расправим слова
И заиграют стихов кружева

Тот шаг, что надеждою стоит согреть
И для чего так хотелось бы петь
Шагнуть бы его, или что то понять
Те странные мысли мне не унять

Пр.
Помню свет в окне
Зелёной комнаты
Вижу, мальчик на ковре
Играет в кубики

/// google translate

The sea has waves
The sun has light
You have me, I don't have you
You look out the window to see again
Those strange thoughts, not to lose

Will pass as a gray cloud and lie in the sand
And I would like to come a hair closer
To that which shimmers and can save
That which I do not see but is ahead

Not knowing what will be
Not seeing what is
We will take a step, but will remain here
Under the curly sky we will straighten the words
And the lace of poetry will play

That step that is worth warming with hope
And why would I so like to sing
I would like to step it, or understand something
Those strange thoughts I cannot calm

Сhorus
I remember the light in the window
of the green room
I see a boy on the carpet
Playing with cubes

Странные мысли

Странные мысли / Strange thoughts

On the day I turned 30, I decided I didn’t just want to celebrate a birthday — I wanted to make a statement. That’s why I dropped the biggest song of my career, Dope Fiend.

This track is everything I’ve been building toward: a chaotic mix of alternative rock and rap, driven by shredding guitars and raw energy, but also wrapped in a surreal, modern edge that feels like the future of alt music. Think heavy riffs colliding with hypnotic grooves — something that feels nostalgic and brand new at the same time.

But what really makes this song stand apart is that it marks my first industry feature — Darkrose, a major artist who I’ve respected for years and now had the honor of collaborating with. Chalk that up also with a verse from Crimson REd and we in there!! — on my 30th birthday, no less — making this release more than just another track. It’s a milestone.

Dope Fiend is reckless, addictive, and unapologetically loud. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t fit neatly into playlists, because it wasn’t made to. It was made to cut through the noise. This is the record that defines where I’ve been, and where I’m going next.

So here’s to 30 years alive, and a brand-new chapter starting with the loudest, most unapologetic song I’ve ever made. Welcome to Dope Fiend.

DOPE FIEND (feat. Darkrose)

So this track we thought we would take the classic jazz pop route “Danie Hollobaugh” on the vocals & vocal melody composed by Scott 

So the story is about a friendship about to turn into relationship, but the man doesn’t know if he should commit yet, although she does, she keeps telling him take chance “roll the dice”


Enjoy!!

Roll The Dice

“Summer” is a song that captures the golden glow of memories you never want to let go. It’s about those endless days and sleepless nights when the world felt lighter, friendships felt unbreakable, and love seemed to live in the air. This track is a reminder of the summers you’ve lived — the laughter, the freedom, the bittersweet moments that still play like a movie in your mind. Every note carries the warmth of the sun and the feeling of time standing still, inviting you to relive your own summer story.

Lyrics - 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 

I can’t wait 
See the beach 
When sun hits
Do you know that feel 
Close your eyes 
Feel the vibe
Do not bother 
Be happy with a smile 

Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 
You and I have no regrets 
we live the life, feel so high

Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 
Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 
You and I have no regrets 
we live the life, feel so high


Merch Store

Summer

Welcome to Toyah 4 - continuing our deep dive into the world of Toyah Willcox. Including the early albums with her band Toyah, and her subsequent solo career, along with selected tracks from Toyah And The Humans, and some previously unreleased material. 

Outrageous Intro 
Dance In The Hurricane
Monkeys
These Boots Are Made For Walking (Toyah & The Humans) 
Our Movie
The Packt
Desire
Moonlight Dancing
Kill The Rage 
Pop Star 
Requite Me (Demo) 
Come 
Love Is The Law 
Roses In Chains
Vale Of Evesham
Computer
21st Century Schizoid Man (Toyah & The Humans) 
To The Mountains High
The Druids
Love Me 
Last Goodbye
Lion Of Symmetry (with Tony Banks) 
Sphinx
Who Let The Beast Out 
Love Crazy
Race Through Space 
Legacy 
Prostitute
She
Now And Then 
We Are 
Angel & Me 
Don't Fall In Love (I Said) 
I Want To Be Free
Outrageous Outro

Toyah 4

Runnin Gunnz

Guitars: Bill Scherer
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Lead Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written, Mixed & Produced by Will Montgomery

[Verse 1]
Half a step from where I stood
Said I might, never said I would
Traced your name across the glass
Watched the moment slowly pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Too much doubt, too little to say
You moved on while I looked away

[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Drew a line, then looked away
Held my breath while you were waiting
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were steady, I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Verse 2]
Called your name, then changed my mind
Hoped you’d read between the lines
Told myself it’s not too late
But fear will always hesitate

[Pre-Chorus]
Held back words I thought you’d understand
Now they’re ashes in my hands
[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Let it drift, then walked away
Built a wall instead of meaning
Now there’s nothing I can say
You were ready, I said no
Now I walk this road alone

[Bridge]
Built a home on ifs and when
Closed the door, then asked again
Watched you leave without a sound
Now I’m stuck on this battleground

[Final Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Truth was there, I looked away
Spoke too soft and far too slowly
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were sure, and I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Outro]
The signs were clear, I looked away
Now it’s just me and yesterday

Long Way From Maybe

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.

Willingness To Grind Is Negatively Correlated

Doug Stoothoff