Embaci - Tiniest Whisper (Official Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzroDi28bfw

Written by Embaci 
Produced by Embaci & Dasychira
Mixing: Dream Box Office 
Mastered by Dream Box Office

Verse 1]
Anyone Can See 
What you mean to me 
Where would I be?
If my voice didn’t grace your ears
Your tears 
There’s damage here 
That we can’t repair 
It’s unfair
Now you’re pouring yourself out of me
Playing me like 
I was a quiet affair

[Chorus]
So, if you so desire 
I’ll become the tiniest whisper
Your heart ever knew 
That’s what I’ll become to you 

[Verse 2]
Our memories of each other will become
The stories of hearts documented and then fragmented
Because you decided to leave us alone 
The tiniest whisper 
Your heart ever knew that’s what I’ll become to you 

[Bridge]
I’m not gonna run 
I’m not gonna fight with you 
I’m not even gonna beg for you to see my reaction 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no, no, no, no

[Chorus]
So, if you so desire I’ll become the tiniest whisper 
Your heart ever knew 
That’s what I’ll become to you 
It is not forgiven 
Me I am forever 
It is not forgiven

Tiniest Whisper

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Fusions of musique concrète, sound art, electronica, & techno. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Rose Knapp [‡Starving Poet§] is an experimental poetess & sound artist. She is a transfemme androgyne.

Artistically self taught, she creates chaotic, radiant, fragmented, fractal fusions of musique concrète, electronica, techno, sound poetry, & sound art.

She has LP's & EP's released with D.M.T. Records, Far East Sound, Always Human Tapes, Aa3 Corp & others.

bookings ✢ contact : embacime@gmail.com

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2025

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Originally hailing from Louisiana, Sheets Soulstice is an attempt to bridge the gap between modern and ancient forms of communal music.  Blending folk, hip hop, and analog sound tapestries together, Sheets weaves together experiences rather than just tracks.  After a hiatus, Sheets will be returning to write, produce, and release music [edit - and film / visual arts] co'nsi'stent'ly ASAP.

The backdrop the near future, the setting: bleak.  Dickhole Dupree returns to his dusty ass shithole to find his wife rearranging their digital plant wall, the only serious investment they made since moving in.  He kicks back in his graviton couch and cuts on the quadrilateral triangle box to watch football.  It's The Sophisticated Angles vs. The Here-say Arguments again returning for the title match after an unremarkable tie for what seems like another one.  "The Day of the Dog Begins when you eat the 9th parasite," he sends up through his meditational hyperlink.  His wife opens the parachute door and responds through said orifice:  "please do not wear the chicken suit."  But it was too late.  He looks down at his bioflesh and to his aghastfulness sees the glimmer of crystalline feathers instead of his normal brown peacoat.  He lets out a horrendous yelp and leaps out of his chair and finds that his wife his vanished and yet her voice eerily remained resonating through the hallway speaking of the kale salad she had auto-digested earlier that day.
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