‘Momken’ fades into lo-fi warmth — a duet of male and female Iraqi-accented voices recorded like memories, stretched over Rhodes keys and warbly pads. The Taped Echo Duet tells its story through silence, softness, and crackle.

BRAVE × Balqees – Momken (Taped Echo Duet)

One More Chance

🌧️ “Sunday Morning Static” 
A quiet hymn for the self — brewed slow like morning coffee.
This song hums with soft rebellion, rain-soaked windows,
and the beauty of finally choosing your own rhythm.

Set to warm vinyl tones and Rhodes whispers,
“Sunday Morning Static” is a tender anthem
for anyone reclaiming peace after the noise.
No heartbreak, no hunger — just the sound of a woman coming home to herself.

Sunday Morning Static

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning static on the radio dial,
Been a minute, honey, since I let myself smile.
Got my own damn sugar, make my coffee sweet,
Just the sound of my own heart, to the rhythm of the street.

[Pre-Chorus]
Window cracked, and the breeze rolls in,
Scent of rain, and a second chance on my skin.
Ain’t no plans, but it feels just right —
Movin’ slow in the afterlight.

[Chorus]
It’s a slow burn, baby, a quiet fire,
Gettin’ high on nothin’ but my own desire.
No secondhand promises, no borrowed time,
The only love I’m chasin’ now… is finally mine.

[Verse 2]
Vinyl hums through a dusty old groove,
Bare feet tappin' in a new kinda mood.
I light a smoke I don’t plan to finish,
Just for the shape of the flame — and how long it lingers.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Curtains sway like a secret hymn,
Sippin’ sunlight like it’s poured from sin.
Don’t need much, just the day and me —
Takin’ back my own company.

[Chorus 2]
It’s a slow burn, baby, a soft return,
To the girl I was before I had to learn.
No more waiting on a call that won’t come through —
This quiet feels like something new.

[Bridge] (spoken-sung, intimate)
Used to be I’d fear the quiet…
Now it plays in stereo.
Peace don’t come with a bang, babe —
It hums real low.

[Final Chorus]
It’s a slow burn, baby, and I’m still alight,
Glowin’ steady through the longest night.
Ain’t fallin’ for the fire I used to crave —
I’m the spark now… I behave.
Yeah, the only love I’m chasin’ now…
is mine to save.

Sunday Morning Static

Junction 7: The Pulse Between Galaxies

Some lessons hit different when you grow into them.
This one’s for the late realizations, the good hurt, and every moment that made you feel something real.

Worth the Squeeze

8. Queen of the Throne

memory is experience’s most honored relationship. You are relationships memory experience aspires to be. 

When space is available in the moment,
memory enters like a guest of honor.
The breath you’re about to take
was once dreamed
by the version of you
that knew how precious it would be.

To live forward is to echo backward
with a resonance that cannot be heard—
only felt.

The future is watching you,
quietly grading how you carry it.
If you see yourself now,
you are not alone.
You are the observer of the one becoming.

If you can keep an eye on yourself,
you are no longer just one.
You are presence and expectation,
you are the actor
and the one who watches.

This is memory’s most intimate rite:
to reflect on the self
from a place that sees.

Remembering]
The yet‑to‑be remembers you.
It shaped your hands for the moments
you haven’t reached.
This breath,
this step,
this silence—
each one is a prophecy fulfilled.

You are not running out of time.
You are arriving into more of it.
And when given the chance—
fill the moment.
Pour everything you are
into the shape of now.

Each cup overflows
when your potential believes in its own fullness.

To look at yourself with clarity
is to protect the becoming.
You are not alone inside.
You are accompanied
by all your expectations,
your integrity,
your soft accountability.

This is not pressure.
This is love with eyes open.

Memory,
when rightly placed,
is the honored relationship
of experience.
It isn’t about what happened.
It’s about what continues
to bring you back to who you are
when you forget.

Breathe again.
Not because you must—
because now you may.

This memory…
is worth remembering.
This self…
is already being watched
by the one who will thank you
for how you held it all
together.

The Yet-to-Be Reimagined (Remastered)

For some
They think
Life is like shadows
On the wall
For some
They might think
Things could be better
But think too small
For some
They might not try
When they could
Have it all
For some
They can’t look back
It’s too painful to recall
And yet for others
The price of freedom
Is on the other side
Of the wall
But there are those
Who get up
After they fall
And do all they can
To reach the promise land
©2025 wr heustis

For Some

GONE

“La Dolce Vita Z – Roman Nights” revives the timeless decadence of Fellini’s Rome, reimagined for nightlife. Blending lo-fi house, dream pop, and sensual R&B with cinematic orchestral textures, this album is a soundtrack to forbidden romance and luxury excess. From moonlit Vespa rides to champagne-fueled rooftop affairs, every track drips with erotic glamour and nocturnal seduction. A modern love letter to passion, chaos, and desire under the Roman moon.

Via Veneto Nights

Britannia - Soul - 160bpm

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.

The Yet-to-Be Reimagined (Remastered)

Ego Eye

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