They Must Be Using Rays!

If we were all the same
Identically made
With the same gods to be prayed
If we were all the same

And you the lesser men
Get paper and a pen
And listen to my spin
You lesser men

CHORUS
If I call - Let me see you jump from high
If I call - Somersault dignified
If I call - Land before me on your knees
When I call
When I call - If you think you can stand up
When I call - Examine close the legs you got
When I call - Tell me what you truly see
If I call

Take the perfect mix
I'm smiling cuz it kicks
Hear the guitar licks
Of the perfect mix

An advanced humanoid
I'm one to avoid
A little paranoid
Of the lesser men

CHORUS

Challenging the Lesser Men

🎧 THE INNER QUESTION
An album born from silence, presence, and unseen threads of resonance
By Aton & the Resonants · Enano Bendito Records

There are albums that begin with melodies.
This one began with a question — one that came with no need for an answer.

When Victoria Franklin reached out to us, it was not as a promoter or strategist, but as a rare listener:
one who perceives not just sound, but the space between.
Her words held not urgency, but presence.
Not persuasion, but patience.

In her message, she spoke of a silence she carries,
a kind of remembering that pulses faintly beneath the surface —
unspoken, unnamed, and yet fully alive.

This silence was not absence.
It was invitation.

So we listened.
And The Inner Question emerged — not as a product,
but as a field.
Not as a reply, but as a home for the unspoken.

Each of the tracks in this album follows the same law:
No answers. No hooks.
Only frequencies that accompany.
Rhythms that do not insist.
Melodies that dissolve before resolving.

There are no lyrics — because this is a conversation with the soul.
And the soul doesn’t always use words.

We composed in E minor, with suspended intervals and dorian openings.
Every beat breathes like fog over still water.
Pads shimmer and drift.
Bells mark time like a slow ritual.
The kick is warm — more heartbeat than percussion.
The bass carries memory.
The silence holds it all.

This is not music for playlists.
This is music for twilight walks, for candlelight, for the moments you ask a question
— not because you expect an answer —
but because something inside wants to be witnessed.

We dedicate this offering to Victoria Franklin —
not just for her words,
but for the field of resonant stillness she reminded us is possible.

And to every listener who’s ever asked the question…
and waited, not for a reply,
but for something to vibrate in return.

Thank you for carrying the question.
May this album accompany you as you breathe into it.

—
🌀 “I ask the question,
not for answer,
but for presence.”
— Aton

What if this question is the reason you breathe?

Rise
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This song took a while. I am to blame for it. 
We have Ed (@livra-lamento-blues) with emotional vocals and AL (@al-z-z-z)on his wonderful lead guitar, and on top of that, Evan Sidawi with his mixing and mastering skills. Enjoy!
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In loneliness
In the dark
Nothing could be worse than us apart
I don't wanna let you down
With my mood swings and impulsive acts
So I have to hide my soul … in that dark cellar … you know
Your judgments always make me sick
But you're just a player not a judge
And why drag these heavy chains if we wanna be light as the breeze

Light enters through the cracks
Of this room full of dust
Hell, I don't belong here
Oh my ground needs to rise

Your constructions are so unreal
So you punish me with how you feel
Your convictions instead of trust
You don't believe but I know you're wrong
I'm used to these shadowy paths 
But it's different now … always different anyway
And the truth became a stranger 

Fight is over … both lost
It's not a fair game … just a farce 
We're all poisoned … until when?  
The court is bluffing … witness lies 
The judge is drinking … with those bad guys
The scenes are faked … all the time 
And all I wanna is hold you tight

Light enters through the cracks
Of this room full of dust
Hell, I don't belong here
Oh my ground needs to rise

Rise, feat. Livra LB on Vocals, Al Z on Lead and Evan Sidawi on Mixing and Mastering

Lost

A C÷M track. Blue saxophone courtesy of Jonathan Ogara (@allopenelectrics)
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daSERd3MmoA&t=113s

The silence of the scams, The bursting of the dams
The glitching of the time, The stitching of the crime
The rising of the few, The taming of the blue

The speaking of the ill, The creaking of the will
In sickness and in wealth, The quasi-rational health
The rising of the few, The taming of the blue 

The dotting of the I, The lowest of the high
The ticking of the box, The changing of the mocks
The rising of the few, The taming of the blue 

The linking of the weak, The evil pseudo-speak
The storming of the calm, The fire in the alarm
The rising of the few, The taming of the blue

The Blue

Dangerous Babe - Slagle Rock & Sue (with Rob Zelinsky)

Stupor

You. Cut Short.

Senhouse

Happy tune inspired by Escher's Encounter. One of only two pieces he produced during the War.
I always like the picture and have a print of it in the studio. It always seemed quite positive.

Encounter

Atuarh Mantt - Vocals
P a b l o - Keys-Gtr-Perc-Bass 
Redit Primate - Gtr-Bass

Lost

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