لا يتناهي

[instrumental]

I came without a reason
No better place to go
When I came it was the season
The sun was out, no trace of snow

But time passed, the nights grew long
I tried my luck and sang each song
With no one there I did not care
In time, my star would shine

[instrumental]

I liked my songs and sang along
But I was it, the only one
Now and then a lonely clap
When I looked up, everyone gone

I don't what I did wrong
Was it the words, was it my voice
Was it the tune, was it the style
It might just be my smile

[chorus]
This town, always the same
The streets, the noise,
They hide the pain

[instrumental]

One night, you were there
It was your clap that I could hear
I looked up, into the lights
But I could not find you near

I asked the bar man what he saw
He sneered at me, it's time to go
He never liked my songs
He had his own but things went wrong

He was another fool
Just like me, without the stool
At one time he had been here
I must admit, I shed a tear

[chorus]
This town, always the same
The streets, the noise,
They hide the pain

[instrumental]

I play each night, will you be back?
My gig will soon be through
I hang around before my spot
I roam the room looking for you

But I don't know what you look like
Now and then I get a glance
But never once a lightning strike
Never once, a real chance

[instrumental]

Now I'm trapped, can't leave this town
I spend my nights alone in bars
I listen hard to recognize
That lonely clap that left this scar

[chorus]
This town, always the same
The streets, the noise,
They hide the pain

[instrumental]


This town, always the same
The streets, the noise,
They hide the pain





Only One (laconic side)

Born and raised in Tehran, his journey bridges two worlds—by day, he navigate corporate dynamics as an HR expert; by night, he channel energy into deep, hypnotic sounds. His sets are a fusion of acid, trance, and minimal techno—raw, driving, and deeply immersive. This mix is a reflection of his passion, shaped by the pulse of the underground and the spirit of the 90s. Tune in, feel the rhythm, and lose yourself in the sound.

Inevitables Episode 11: Khatdar

vaght mibare dark koni
cheqad sare to del shekundam
hala mikhay mano tark koni?
koja dari beri?
razeto mikhay be ki begi?
..

dr ug


This album was created during a very specific period in my life, living with DJ BeeGazand.
It all started when I got a Korg Electribe EMX-1 drum machine from Nima Zoobin.
At our flat, DJ BeeGazand would play old vinyl records, and I would improvise live over them.
At some point, I just decided to hit record — even with broken cables and everything coming out in mono.
This album is a piece of our history: a mix of endless pleasure, deep depression, chaotic highs, and quiet sadness.
Every track is live recorded, raw and unfiltered — exactly the way we lived those moments.

Artwork by
Shayan Khosravi

Mad Asad

Holy garden

Raw lyrics from that time a stream of loving consciousness poured out of my heart  <3

Please feel free to question my empathy
If I dare say poetry is an absolute necessity 
Messenger of a creativity only found in individuality 
Essential workers now, in times of growing insecurity, 

It is an irreplaceable act of human expression, 
to explore and share genuine stories of humanity
In a Society where everything viral is a commodity 
Poetry breeds humility, curiosity, creativity

(I believe) Poetry matters, like eating and planting seeds
Now more than ever, poetry’s the trend you need (ha)
To connect, beyond the standardization of narcissism 
To resist the homogenization of global capitalism

With all due respects to churches and pyramids, 
Christian creed, Maslow’s universal hierarchy of needs,
And the importance of all indeed deemed a necessity,
(I believe) It is in vulnerability, with little or no safety no stability
That poetry thrives, bare, humble witness of our holy fragility 

(I believe) It’s about balancing capitalistic dehumanization
To foster empathy, celebrate alterity 
To learn through to the voice of others, 
To trust in our own transformative powers 

(I believe) It’s about denouncing narcissistic manipulation
To resist dark forces of division
To exist above their toxic oblivion 
To share meaning, brave discussions

(I believe) It’s about ending cycles of doom and revenge, 
To live with nothing to prove, no ego to avenge
To build more bridges beyond artificial divides, 
To find the magic and awe in everyone’s stride 

You know it when you see it, its flow,
The poetic voice, you feel it, it’s raw, 
It sings meaning, understanding and connection
It brings wonders, maybe even a heart palpitation

It captures the texture of human experiences
It pictures the allures of perceived differences
beyond canyons and cultures, 
it’s not about acting demure

It’s a humble language made of ordinary
That proved to be holy, possibly salvatory
It can fills the absence of a warm human voice, 
Like, love is god, and music is not even a choice…

(I believe) That is why poetry is necessary
A mean to an end, and "a language for a new century," 
A way to grow our sacred individuality, our soul, dignity 
A chance to bow , to celebrate, life, all the damn beauty

[03] Poetry Duende - DUBsutra

FR4CTURES is a raw meditation on the disjointed nature of the self—a soundtrack to the silent wars waged inside. It speaks to the fractures we carry: the versions of us that emerge depending on where we are in life, who we’re with, or what we’ve survived. At its core, the album is about the chaos of identity—how we split, shift, and adapt, sometimes just to make it through. It delves into solitude, the kind that deafens. Into addiction—not just to substances, but to patterns, to escape, to destruction. It doesn’t romanticize the fall, but it doesn't look away either. The album holds a mirror to the mess, the numbness, the feeling of being irreparably broken. And then, in the ash and debris, it finds something else: defiance. Not the kind born of confidence, but the kind scraped together from what's left. FR4CTURES is about using the very things that tried to shatter you as fuel. It's about stumbling forward, not because you're ready—but because you can't stay where you are. It’s survival as rebellion. Healing as a quiet refusal to disappear.

Bruises Don’t Blink

فتقرأ لي عبث

ضبينا العدة
الدم على المخدة
ونحنا نقول ويلا
ما بين و بين 
نسهر الليل - نشفي نقول "هيلا"
لا تشرح حبيبي لا تشرح نصيبي
كبرنا و هدينا - شفنا و نسينا
عمينى تسلينا نكتب اغانينا

يا بحر يا كبير نحنا نحنا الاساطير
منامش عبكير - منظل حتى نصير

مع نفسي بحاول انسى
بسرالفكرة تظلها نفسها
يا ترى حيجي بكرا القلق عنديلفطرة
مناكلها انا وانت
خطرة فطرة
لحتى الشعور يدفا
لحتى نحنا نشفا

Smokable | يُدَخَّنْ - El Makhadda المخدة

Who Are You? Who Am I ? who we are ?!
vocal :Alan Watts

Kamyar Ring - Who We Are ?

Broadcasts from the veil.
Ritual trip-hop, ghost-code beats, and post-human poetry.
Signal lost — signal reborn.

Bruises Don’t Blink

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