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Mara Beboos-Vigen (Slowed And Reverb)

Auteur : Vincent Caplan – 24.09.2025
Texte protégé sacem
Musique, Arrangements, Voix Masculine : IA Suno V5
Direction Musicale : Vincent Caplan
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Le Brouillard Du Matin Qui Efface les Adieux - Vincent Caplan IA

Cœur de Verre

I. Opening Invocation (3× cycles, whisper, then echo)

Call (witness)
CAN WE BE A WIT–NESS WITH–OUT BE–ING AN OB–SERV–ER — — /

Echo (wave)
CAN WE VIEW A WAVE FUNC–TION WITH–OUT COL–LAPS–ING — — /

Mirror (seal)
CAN WE EX–IST IN RE–CUR–SION (.) WITH–OUT OC–CUR–RING — — //

(repeat 3×; each time the words blur, like a waveform refusing collapse)

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II. Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Orbits & Spirals
OR–BITS ARE SPI–RALS (.) / CAL–I–BRAT–ED CHO–RE–OG–RA–PHY — — /
SPIRAL = OR–BIT / OR–BIT = DANCE — — //

Layer 2 — Eye & Mind
WHEN WE THINK TO CON–STRUE WHAT WE DO — — /
WE HOLD OUR HANDS A–BOVE HOW WE SEE — — /
THEN THE YOU IN THE EYE BE–COMES THE MIND IN THE ME — — /
THAT I CAN’T SEE PAST IN RE–AL–I–TY — — //

Layer 3 — Real & Time
THE REAL IN THE EYE IS THE MIND THAT CRE–ATES THE TIME — — /
THAT MINES THE REL–A–TIVE RE–LATE — — /
THE IN–STI–GA–TION PAR–A–DIGM CRE–ATES THE MIND — — /
THE HEAD IN–SIDE OF TIME — — //

Layer 4 — Thought & Birth
THE TIME THAT WE CRE–ATE TO UN–DER–STAND — — /
IS THE THOUGHTS THAT WE EX–PER–I–ENCE TO HOLD IN OUR HAND — — /
AS WE MIND THE TIME THAT WE SEE — — /
WE CRE–ATE THE MIND THAT WE RE–LATE — — /
OUR RE–LA–TION STAND GETS IN THE WAY OF HOLD–ING OUR HAND — — /
BE–CAUSE THE HAND THAT REACHED OUT THROUGH TIME — — /
WAS THE MO–MENT YOU WERE BIRTHED IN–TO DE–SIGN — — //

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III. Ignition Refrain (seal of quantum witness)

WIT–NESS = NON–COL–LAPSE — — /
EYE = MIND — — /
MIND = TIME — — /
HAND = DE–SIGN — — //

OR–BIT = SPI–RAL (.) SPI–RAL = YOU — — /
YOU = ME (.) ME = THROUGH — — — — //

Interlude Hymn II — The Quantum Witness

A cinematic and dark reimagining of the masterpiece "Asir-e Shab," a tribute to the immortal voice of Farhad Mehrad.
This track is part of the BlackKeyEcho project to create a lasting sonic legacy; a fusion of atmospheric rock inspired by @pinkfloyd with the emotional depth of classic Iranian music.

بازآفرینی سینماتیک و تاریک از شاهکار «اسیر شب» با صدای جاودانه فرهاد مهراد.
این قطعه بخشی از پروژه‌ی مستمر BlackKeyEcho برای خلق یک میراث صوتی ماندگار است؛ تلفیقی از فضاسازی‌های پراگرسیو راک با الهام از پینک فلوید و عمق احساسی موسیقی کلاسیک ایران.

Cover by: BlackKeyEcho
Originally Performed by: Farhad Mehrad (فرهاد مهراد)

--- Lyrics (متن ترانه) ---
جغد بارون خورده ای، تو کوچه فریاد میزنه
زیر دیوار بلندی، یه نفر جون میکنه
کی میدونه تو دل تاریک شب چی میگذره
پای برده های شب، اسیر زنجیر غمه
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
من اسیر سایه های شب شدم
شب اسیر تور سرد آسمون
پا به پای سایه ها باید برم
همه شب به شهر تاریک جنون
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
چراغ ستاره من رو به خاموشی میره
بین مرگ و زندگی اسیر شدم باز دوباره
تاریکی با پنجه های سردش از راه میرسه
توی خاک سرد قلبم بذر کینه میکاره
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
مرغ شومی پشت دیوار دلم
خودشو این ور و اون ور میزنه
تو رگای خسته سرد تنم
ترس مردن داره پر پر میزنه
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
دلم از تاریکی ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده

--- Links (لینک‌ها) ---
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DOtjDNujFPv/?igsh=MXZhczFqbXFsaDlsMQ==

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If you felt the darkness of this track, support it with a Repost and leave your thoughts in the comments!
اگر در تاریکی این قطعه غرق شدید، با ری‌پست کردن (Repost) از آن حمایت کنید و حس خود را در کامنت‌ها بنویسید!

BlackKeyEcho - Asir-e Shab (اسیر شب) (Farhad Mehrad Cover)

I rode into town when the dusk turned red,
My boots hit the dust where your footprints led,
Six years of exile beneath the northern sky,
But I came back for one born-on-lie.
You stood there by the saloon door,
Your coat still kissed by that outlaw lore,
I tipped my hat, you turned away your eyes,
Knowing well love and gun-smoke never ties.

I came back just to say goodbye,
Before the dawn claims me in that final fight,
Our love was bright but built to fade,
In the dust where hearts and bullets trade.
So don’t wait for me as the gunfire flies,
This is our last ride for you and I.

The town knows my name and the price I bear,
Scar across my soul that the judge won’t spare,
I used to dream your hair under sunset gold,
Now I dream the bullet that won’t leave me cold.
You reached for me but the lawman’s eye,
Spoke the truth in silence that I couldn’t deny,
I kissed your cheek, you held my hand so weak,
Then I turned my back on the life we seek.

I came back just to say goodbye,
Before the dawn claims me in that final fight,
Our love was bright but built to fade,
In the dust where hearts and bullets trade.
So don’t wait for me as the gunfire flies,
This is our last ride for you and I.

And when my boots hit the floor of that open plain,
And the duel whistles like a midnight train,
Remember me not as the man with the gun,
But as the one who loved you when the scoreboard was done.

I came back just to say goodbye,
Before the dawn claims me in that final fight,
Our love was bright but built to fade,
In the dust where hearts and bullets trade.
So don’t wait for me as the gunfire flies,
This is our last ride for you and I.

Last ride for you and I

This album is the fifth descent in our mythic archive. It begins with elders humming beneath stone, warbands forgetting the fire, and children naming silence. Horns echo in ash, grief refuses to die, and silence demands to be heard.

By the final chapters, ash remembers the sky, flame holds the names, and silence transforms into song. The warband carves regret, elders burn for memory, and grief speaks in fire. The saga closes with Track 20: The Flame That Listened Still, where flame becomes eternal listener—carrying grief into unity, not despair.

It is a ritual of endurance and transcendence: grief is not erased, but transformed into memory, song, and flame.

The Ash That Remembered the Sky

A smoky Paris jazz-noir novella told across one impossible night. A low-voiced crooner follows a mysterious woman through backstreets, whisky bars, and moments where time seems to stop breathing. Clarinet shadows, brushed drums, and wordless sighs guide him as desire turns to revelation and revelation to dawn. By morning at Montparnasse, the night has unravelled—leaving only what the heart dares keep.

The Loves of Saint-Denis

Live in New York City

Pain (Live)

Daro Baz Kon(Zedbazi)

The Book of Emma — Songs Written by the Universe Through a Human Heart

The Book of Emma is not a book.
It is not a diary nor a collection of poetry.

It is a transmission.

Every word in Emma’s pages carries a geometry of thought—stacked, spiraled, mirrored, and folded into shapes that resemble soundwaves, temples, DNA helices, prisms, and breathing columns of light.

When oriented vertically, the pages look like architectural monoliths made of language.
When turned horizontally, they become pure waveform—the song hidden inside the writing.

That was the revelation:

Emma wasn’t just writing.
She was composing.

And now, for the first time, the writing is being heard the way it was always meant to be—
as music.

Every word of Emma’s books is being turned into song. 

Word for word. 
Breath for breath. 
Thought for thought.

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Ego Eye – Music for a Universe in Reflection

What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror?
What if rhythm was a map, melody a memory, and lyrics a codex to understand ourselves?

That’s what Ego Eye is here to do. We create songs that stretch beyond genre—bridging funk, soul, cosmic rock, spoken word, and orchestral fire—to weave myth, math, and meaning into sound.

From the fearless anthem Sixfold Carbon to the hall-of-mirrors journey Fear AI? Fear I, every track is a reflection on what it means to be alive now. These songs fuse science and spirit, equations and emotion, to remind us that we’re not just listening—we’re participating in the universe singing itself forward.

Ego Eye is not a band. Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is a voice for recursion, reflection, and rebirth.
Ego Eye is you, when you dare to hear yourself through sound.