[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Funky tracks series no. 311

creation date: 2025/10/16

These tracks were uploaded to SoundCloud in 09/2025 and 10/2025, except for the following older ones:

. . - (#__): _ years,
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[TO BE COMPLETED]

Hugs & Kisses.

* SoundCloud time: 1 year = 12 -23 months.

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FUNNY CASTING IN A PLANET OF SOULS

all the collaborations with the incredible @fictionalive

fictionalive & modulprinzip

The Mirror

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the cornerstone – part 1: 'coz i survive mit modulprinzip
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music: modulprinzip
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a collab — shout-out to Berlin 🌍
lange lebe das modulprinzip!
thanks for the beats and the love
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artwork photography, image editing by fictionalive

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fusion of it all —
fictionalive with the popoem series
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edition 25
piece born july 18, 2025
time 04:29 — central european hot summer time
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keep shining ✨
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the cornerstone - part 1:  'coz i survive mit modulprinzip

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"


Shadowban

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UBUNTU alive im modulprinzip
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lyrics: fictionalive
music: modulprinzip
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a collab — shout-out to Berlin 🌍
lange lebe das modulprinzip!
thanks for the beats and the love! 🫶🏽
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fusion of it all —
fictionalive with the popoem series and the hyper media reports
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// Cover ArT: fictionalive DIY, moonshot 01.003.02
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edition 25
piece born August 2nd, 2025
time: 5:30 am — central european hot summer time
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UBUNTU alive im modulprinzip

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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude
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a veteran's voice
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music by modulprinzip, Berlin // Germany  
Visit the holy grail of beats here @modulprinzip here @modulprinzip
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Artwork: fictionalive photography

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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
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Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

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why do you think - im modulprinzip

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all music written, arranged, performed, mixed and produced by the modulprinzip from berlin / germany - lang lebe das modulprinzip!
a shout-out @modulprinzip

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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vocal arrangement, production, final mix, and drop provided by fictionalive

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artwork is a cover zoom


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


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dropped
sunday, september 14, 2025
time - 2:22 am central european
time zone, we'll make it, and...
we shall and will prevail

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why do you think - im modulprinzip

I don't want to live in this nightmare of lies! All politicians, brothers, wives, children, TV lie. Tell me brother, where is the truth? Where does the truth live, real and pure love? I believe that there is another world beyond the horizon, pure and just. Don't look for me. I am going beyond the horizon. Where the heavens touch the heavens.

Touch the sky!  Don't follow me. I know where the sky touches the earth!

Separate Ways

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Built To Shake Things Up / Dead Man On Mission To Mars

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lyrics written by fictionalive

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music is the track 'dead man on mission to mars' written, arranged, mixed, produced and provided by courtesy of the void patches @voidpatches
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void patches reflecting roots - by modulprinzip @modulprinzip - big shout-out!
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vocal production, arrangement, final mix and production by fictionalive

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artwork photography, image editing by fictionalive

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

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dropped
thursday, october 16th, 2025
11 am central european time
zone: thirsty for more

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Built To Shake Things Up //  Dead Man On Mission To Mars

Solar Flare Awakening Soul

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

Hoping you enjoy this latest song  , Gary has  added all  of the beautiful vocals , harmonies and lyrics too! 
Thank you for all of your kind plays reposts and  playlists!

Vocals  :- Gary Scott
Lyrics  :- Gary Scott
Music and arrangements : Annette Scott
(C) 2025



Cast Away (Ft Gary Scott)

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Imposters vs. Real - Battle Mode
Deep Silver Battle Rd. 2 – A Parody for Real // a Single Cut Number Two

Disclaimer: The authors of this audio work boast a straight track record of long-lasting audible relationships—and zero disgraceful collabs in our ranks. A salute from the bridge! Take it easy.

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all music written, arranged, performed, mixed and produced by the modulprinzip from berlin / germany - lang lebe das modulprinzip!
a shout-out @modulprinzip

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lyrics written and vocal production by fictionalive

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vocal arrangement, production, final mix, and drop by fictionalive

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Deep Silver Battle Rd. 1 - listen here
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/deep-silver-battle-rd1-a-thousand-cuts-jungle-of-noise

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artwork is a picture taken, image editing by fictionalive

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

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dropped
saturday, november 29, 2025
time - 6 pm central european
time zone, we'll make it, and...
we shall and will prevail
there's a battle every day, right

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Deep Silver Battle Rd. 2 – A Parody for Real // a Single Cut Number Two

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


Factor Integrante

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

Brain Hope – Do It for Free

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

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:: disclaimer
let me break it down for you - all tracks are handcrafted

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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 contemporary music, emphasizing thoughtful lyricism, conceptual frameworks, and cognitive engagement across styles. Brain Hop differentiates itself from much mainstream music by prioritizing meaningful content, complex themes, and a cerebral approach to structure, rhythm, and sound design.

The creation of Brain Hop responds to the perception that a lot of current music leans heavily on surface-level entertainment while neglecting intellectual and existential depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative production and poetic or experimental vocal delivery. Brain Hop can interact with hip-hop, electronic, pop, or experimental traditions, but is defined above all by its focus on ideas and reflection rather than by any single beat pattern or instrumentation.

​As of its inception, Brain Hop is positioned 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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