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ok so clown cloud limits playlists to 500 tracks! Human playlist 2 here. Shade Structure opens proceedings with a funny gem

Human Confirmed Part Deaux

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Some Day We All Be Free - Moonlit Walk // The Likes Are Back

happy sat ur day and sun day to all of you

chill like it's 10,000 BCE

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Some Day We All Be Free - Moonlit Walk // The Likes Are Back

Take 10 minutes to rejuvenate by subliminal suggestive healing.

OK To Heal Now

Out now on OWSLA.
Purchase: http://smarturl.it/DynastyEP

Tracklist:
1. 7th Dimension
2. Dynasty
3. Infinite Funk
4. Lost In Thought

Artwork by Justin Maller

Dynasty EP

Dynasty

fa*12 - PoPoems Trilogy: Twelve Poems Gone

Vocals and lyrics by Detroit based singer(Dj and musician)Krolyat. Music and arrangement by adrianbluh.
Check the soundcloud profile of Krolyat she makes awesome electronic music. 
https://on.soundcloud.com/Gdv3W

They say - ft. Krolyat

Remix of the excellent acoustic track by Nate Potter >> @nathaniel-425261832
Original Track >> https://soundcloud.com/nathaniel-425261832/back-to-you-brizzybadazz?si=0c4e841c975f45ed843222b28f889c9e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics - Back to You - Nate Potter aka Brizzybadazz

I'm tryna live my life, I'm not living it right now.
I'm not living, I'm not living it right now.
I'm not feeling, I'm not feeling it right now.
Feel I'm losing, feel I'm losing it right now.
I feel like I need to go back; lost my mind and I got so sad.
Now I'm here and I miss you bad—wish I could take it back.
You took advantage of me; my bad, I know you hate the damn past.
I know you hate how I act (I acted out). Love you so much.
Mmm, mmm, know it's hard to prove that I'm your friend.
I know it's hard to prove; I hold your hand, kiss you once again.
I'll tell you that I love you and you're more than just my friend.
I don't wanna ever, ever leave you again.
I've held your hands and we seized and repent.
We had our nights with the leaves on the bench.
Lookin' at your eyes, I see more than a friend.
Lookin' at your eyes, but they closed when we kiss,
And I never felt this feeling, but I'm all in for it.
Yeah, I really miss your feelings.
I'ma pause when we kiss.
I fell in love with a girl from the sticks,
And I know we're still in love, but it's got an evil twist.
Hm hm, I think I found reasons changing like the seasons.
We left our hearts in pieces for no reason.
No one said that it was easy; I'm staring at the TV.
I wish that you could see me.

Back To You - Brizzybadazz (Ext. Canastria Remix)

“Thread of Grace” is for the ones who wake up already exhausted, who carry pain quietly, and keep moving anyway. It was written from a place of lived experience, but it’s not just about me. It’s about us, the ones who live in bodies that don’t always listen.

This isn’t a song of defeat. It’s a small light in the dark, a hand reaching out to say: I see you.

Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s invisible.
You're not the only one still holding on. 💡🩶🕊️

****Lyrics****

A pale dawn breaks, another silent war,
In a body that no longer feels like mine.

Woke up again with the weight in my chest,
This body won’t let me rest.
The mirror blurs with someone I don’t know,
Her eyes are tired, where hope won’t grow.

They hand me pills, they name my pain,
But none of it breaks the chain.
I’m lost in silence they don’t hear,
A prisoner of my own atmosphere.

Oh, this body breaks me, day by day,
With every flare that won’t go away.
No cure in sight, but still I try,
To hold the sky when I can’t fly.

Some days I can’t lift my head,
I lie in shadows, dream of light instead.
Each smile I wear is a quiet plea,
To one day live pain-free as me.

I dream of breath without fear,
Of walking through a world that hears.
I may be bent, but I won’t break,
There’s still a fight this fire can take.

Oh, this body breaks me, but I remain,
A quiet flame in endless rain.
No cure in sight, but hope holds space,
I walk the line with a thread of grace.

Maybe one day I’ll find a way through,
But until then, I do what I must do.

Thread of Grace

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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion
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This alternate take is a marriage in sound:  /
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Bersut 
written, produced, & conjured by Jo Nauversen — a true Captain from the northern shores of Hamburg, Germany.

 Discover him: Jo Nauversen on SoundCloud @jonauversen  /

Lyrics & narration provided by: fictionalive  /

[original track link]  https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-lotion-it-all-starts-here-rub-yourself-with-love-4thediscontent-mix?in=fictionalive/sets/the-lotion-revisited-voice/s-H953RcaYiaD&si=74b6939bc84a4d39b08545bbcec470ce&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing/


If the spirit moves you — feel free to create your own alternate take. 
Just say the word — DM @fictionalive

Comments and echoes are wide open.  /

Rub yourself with love. That’s where it all starts. 
— Enigma’s proud, Captain’s choice. Winning hearts since the very first drop.
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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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dedicated to 
Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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What's Coming: Freedom in Frequency+ // 
Soul Maniacs live @ Damm, Zürich / Switzerland 
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music: 
two cover versions performed by the Soul Maniacs, a collective based in Zürich, Switzerland.
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Streetplayers are the pulse—urban troubadours weaving raw life into every beat and rhyme.  
They own the streets’ secrets and stories, turning the daily grind into art and anthem.  
More than performers, they’re navigators of culture’s undercurrent—voices of unfiltered truth.  
In every corner, their signal sparks connection: streetwise poetry alive and thriving.  

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Soul Maniacs- A collective soul & funk band

Soulmaniacs is a Zurich based band created in 1998. Through out the years, the band has become a collective featuring numerous musicians from the Swiss scene.

From streetplayers to one of the nation’s finest live acts, the Soul Maniacs now own every stage—in ever-shifting formations and set-ups. Why? ‘Coz they are a musicians’ collective, established 1998.  

Explore the Soul Maniacs here:  
online base https://www.soulmaniacs.ch / or 
Insta: https://www.instagram.com/soulmaniacs_zh or on 
youtube: https://de.soulmaniacs.ch/live-performance 
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This phone recording captured the Soul Maniacs live as a four-man (yes, no she’s on stage tonight) line-up at one of Zürich’s hidden gastronomic pearls— Damm, a true hideout close to everything, down by the river, on a beautiful Friday evening: July 11, 2025, around 7 pm Central European hot Summer Time.  

Explore the Damm (www.fuerdich.ch/damm)

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Additional storyline by: fictionalive

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dropped:  
Wednesday, July 30, 2025  
time: 9:33 pm  
Central European hot Summer Time  
today: not so so much  

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Fusion of it all—fictionalive with the popoems series and hyper media report  

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keep shining, live and direct  

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What's Coming: Freedom in Frequency+ // the Soul Maniacs live @Damm in Zürich, Switzerland

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Rub And Tug Dub

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

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Elegant People Lament

a reprise

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original production july 2012, not uploaded
original file retouched october 2025, uploaded

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concept, digital arrangement: fictionalive, Inc © 2012


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final mix by fictionalive


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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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original production file creation date
july 18th 2012, 4:27 pm

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public drop
saturday, october 18th, 2025
3 am central european time zone
in the middle of an autumn night
13 years later in the making


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Elegant People Lament

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

you can watch this jam here https://youtube.com/shorts/9d1VvIF2iUQ?si=VnRRu9WwyCEdthqf

random jam with Matt 02

IF YOU

Moonlit Walk

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Caveman Brain In A Quantum World - World In Flames Part Four

track a fusion by fictionalive

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // all tracks in one list
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/world-in-flames-no-wait

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // Mini Album in a Set
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/world-in-flames-no-wait-spoiler-we-wont-mini-album

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Caveman Brain In A Quantum World - World In Flames Part Four

Tax y' brain

Magnetic Triangle (Beyond the Noise)

Brain Hop

fictionalive /
popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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An artist is someone who creates or expresses ideas, emotions, or visions through a chosen medium, aiming to communicate, inspire, or evoke a response.

This definition embraces all forms of creativity—visual, musical, literary, or performance—and emphasizes the purpose of connection and expression rather than formal titles or external validation.

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Brain Hop

Brain Hop is a musical genre invented by the artist fictionalive on Monday, December 1st, 2025, at 1:24 PM. The genre seeks to bring depth, intellect, and philosophical reflection into (hip-hop) music, emphasizing thoughtful lyricism and cognitive engagement. Brain Hop differentiates itself from mainstream (hip-hop) by prioritizing meaningful content, complex themes, and a cerebral approach to rhythm and rhyme.

The creation of Brain Hop responds to criticisms that contemporary (hip-hop) often lacks intellectual depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative beats and poetic lyrics. Brain Hop is positioned as part of a movement to elevate (hip-hop) culture into new territories of artistic and cultural significance.

As of its inception, Brain Hop is recognized as an emerging genre within underground and alternative music scenes, promising to attract listeners and creators who value music that stimulates both mind and soul.

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