You da man. I feel very humbled that you would attach my name to a super piece like this. A very profound message and super stitch on the music and voiceover man. Well done. Here's to You and Kinelle Man. Keep spreading that real love brother 🙌🏾🔆

humans grow on trees, fruit dominates the planet...ohh sh't, just woke up from an insane dream..lol

They better catch up now. i wanna help, time to turn you 🆙

Friend, You are a very , very good relator ! Desde Argetina, Gracias por usar mis mezclas !

ah yes, wonderfully presented and so evocative........ that quickly reminded me of the ever-present tyrannical dreams of a sinister madman pushing a nuclear button, as the endgame to the global throng of button pushers... along with the metaphorical political 'button pushing'

Demo track with AI vocals as a guide. I compose and produce across genres, tailoring each song to the artist’s unique style. Experienced in ghost-writing & producing for multiple singer-songwriters.
Instagram: @theestproducer

Blurred images (Demo)

A song against fascism in America (and around the world)
Check out the music video! It's not a dull political lecture - it's fun, I promise!
https://youtu.be/ljzN-jlpQoY

No Kings for Me

I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me

I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

How did the worst of us rise to the top?
Degenerates and hypocrites
The ugliest Americans
They won't depart you if you're white
And love is their kryptonite

Now I am a vagabond in their stupid eyes
But this vagabond is free
Here's how it goes:
A coup by twisted billionaire bros
But there are no kings for me

I'll hide my face
From their dark surveillance state
I'll piss on their graves
You'll see
Their fear hate and lies
And lies and lies and lies
I've built up immunity

How did the worst of us get to decide
That we support murderers and genocide?
Better watch your step because
Here come the masked American thugs

I will not kiss
Your gangster ostentatious ring
There are no kings for me
Your time is up
Your fascist dream is crumbling
The vagabonds sing "we are free"

And why do the worst of us hate us so much?
I never hated them until
They bowed down to the antichrist
They chose their path to hell
I wish that I could wish them well

No I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me
I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

No Kings for Me

People walk. In different directions

The world begins and ends many times.
Things that perish and things that are born.
The hot season will soon be upon us.
We are preparing for hunger and thirst.

People walk. In different directions.
Meeting someone, parting with someone.

There are young, foolish, and noisy gods.
But, it is they who will change the world.
We don't have much time left, 
and there's nothing left to say.

People walk. In different directions.
Cursing someone and blessing someone.

Did you wake up feeling good this morning?
I hope you have a wonderful day.

The world begins and ends many times.
We live in that moment of the cycle.
We don't want to live forever.
Even if time continues to expand.

People walk. In different directions.
Loving someone and hating someone.


People walk. In different directions

/
Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments
/
/ song dedicated to 
/ Kinelle Man (@kinelle-man) and 
/ The Beautiful Dark (@thebeautifuldark) & 
/ the mighty # + @ fam ❤️‍🔥*🙏🏽*🫵🏽*🎧*⭕️*🧨*❤️*🫵🏽*✊🏽
/ you know who you are
/
/ 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.

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

This time... it's all about everything !

Written, performed, mixed & mastered by
André "pixelorb" Brandes © 2025

Image: pixabay.com (CC0 Creative Commons)

Instruments:
- TAL U-NO-LX
- TAL Bassline 101
- Synapse "The Legend"
- Synapse Dune 3
- Full Bucket FB-7999
- FL-Studio Sytrus

This Time

I can't seem to put down the guitar now that I've picked it back up! Played around with layering some kind of simple repetitive loops to create a hypnotic atmosphere on this one.

Image by Paul Bica (CC BY 2.0)

Sky Above Clouds

Song made thinking of my daughter, my son, young people in general, thinking of the collective responsibility of my generation. Now, it's up to you to repair our damages. I did a bit, but sorry, not enough.

La chanson a été écrite en pensant à ma fille, à mon fils, aux jeunes, à la responsabilité collective de ma génération. Maintenant, c’est à vous de réparer nos dégâts. J’ai fait un peu, mais pas assez, désolé.


Oh Poppy go on

Nothing like a pesky raccoon to stir things up a bit… Oh, hello. Glad you dropped by. A raccoon, I named Bandit, has taken up a vacation residence under the shed here. It’s right next to the raspberry patch and apple trees. A couple nights ago, Bandit snuck into my small greenhouse, where I grow tomatoes and peppers, and made a salad of the pepper plants, munching one plant completely down to the stalk. Bandit also likes the heavy crop of choke cherries here. He also uses the back corner of the vegetable garden as a latrine, which last summer was up on the house roof. I’d awaken with a start to hear little footsteps running across the roof. Luckily no roof excursions this year. Anyway, this is a Blues song with some solo banjo. Lyrically, it has a couple of reflections about life, mortality, gardening, relationships and partner expectations, letting go of life dreams, a nod to Bandit, the wacky weather, and making peace with old age. And of course, there’s a fair amount of daydreaming going on, while plucking banjo. Hope all is going reasonably well with you, wherever you are on Earth, during this whirlwind tour we’re on. Mark

Back Porch Banjo Blues

The bass line in this drew blood! Schweeeeet. This is always a good sign as generally you are wearing your finger a slightly different way. I think that's true here for my bass playing. I'm not a well versed bass player but getting there finally with it 🧬🎶

Tempo of 161 BPM borrowed from Sit Down Stand Up by Radiohead which is track 2 off the album Hail to the Thief


"Go home, look in the mirror and give yourself a kiss" Damien Dempsey (Popular Irish folk artist)

I saw Damien perform live in Dublin a while back and he said that on stage. I've thought about it a lot since. We have ourselves and can't change that so we really need to start loving that reflection no matter what stares back at us. That's what the universe gave us so it's always .. Perfect

You Reflect Perfect

Music mainstream
The world mind web of subliminal dream
Quiet control
Mind melding meme
To be tuned or to be not
Pure positive shock this scene

Feed the feather fuel
Merge winds with mystic
Perfect pedestals unrealistic
The look
Make up perfection
We give the masses blind reflections
Mirror muted free with a lack of love for "me"

Your reflection
Always perfection
Your reflection
Always perfection

Escape is easy
No dopamine drought
No pain finds feeling
Each day scrolled out
Device extensions
Limbs of tech
Robot wars for eye contact
Moderation manifest flora
Tune in cause soon direct access box of pandora
Ads direct to your brain
They already conduct most of your 'sane'
Rear projected square light
Chip in your head
We'd want to know the keys before decisions lost instead

Mighty, your reflection
Always perfection

Take all belief and direct it to you
Too hold some for your Earthling crew
Let's not deal in absolutions
Unity
Union
Yearns for trueness
Absolute stops the hunt for new honest
Fluid is found
Unknown next stage of forest

Coded base pairs
Twist on the double
Force field flushed darkness
Tackle some trouble

Your reflection
Always perfection
Your reflection
Always perfection

Who are you all?
Who are you all?
Who are you all?
Who are you all?
Who are you all?
Who are you all?

Rear projected square light,
Decisions almost gone,
Fear make you forget your fright.
Fear protected inside,
Chip in your head (hand),
Your Merovingian right!
The matrix to fight...

🪞You Reflect Perfect 🪞

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/UUWMRv_sRh0

A dream pop excursion into the meaning of love...
Have you ever said those three words without meaning them?
Or ever heard them, but knew they were a lie?
Whispered without care, tossed into the void as a gesture of placation...
A preoccupation 
A mental vacation

A ticket to easy street
Or manipulation...

Actions always speak louder than words 🖤

Lyrics:

I used to think you had a heart
But now I know it fell apart
The emptiness you gave to me
Some cheap apology

I love you
(I love you)

I Love You

Dedicated to Brian Reeves and all the wonderful people who miss him especially Gary, Tel & Hans

Today is the 13th anniversary of Brian's passing.

Rest in peace Spaceman 👩🏼‍🚀 🫡🧬🔆

https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs
Spread the Reeves love and genius right there. Cheers


Tuning 432Hz A
Capo 2
Key B minor 



Rocky Mountain

Brotherly love
Brotherly brilliant
Brother above
Good Brian stays with us
Gary and Tel make sure this light lit
Everlasting love
Passion makes sure if it

Today 13 years since that horrible day
Each day never easy when goodbye we say
Beau Brian in heaven
Give us spiritual smile
See's infinite road for his musical guile

To Rocky Mountain
Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brother in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
Friends & family
We can't fix your grief
But heart has some sanity

Your atheist angels
Your DNA 
Your long lost son
Any song he could play
His code fills all hearts that feed ears
His base pairs
Like soothe melody spheres
These songs forever
For us and future
Right wrongs from Bri questions
More find suture

Suture for soul
Evolution like code
Code to a peace
Inner aeroplane mode
His spirit is music
His spirit is us
His spirit really shines his emotional truss

To Rocky Mountain
To Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brothers in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
To family
We can't fix your grief
But Brian got your gravity

Brian got our gravity
Yeah, Brian's our gravity

To Rocky Mountain
To Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brothers in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
To family
We can't fix your grief
But heart finds some sanity




Note
Recorded this on my late Uncle Liam's acoustic, a 1983 Ovation Ultra Series which he gave me when I was 18. It has an intonation problem but still felt it was the tool to use. I miss him man. I wouldn't play guitar if it wasn't for Liam's early seeds and inspiration both in performance and theory. I can see him playing Help by The Beatles and Hotel California by The Eagles in my Nana's place like a video in my head. I was in awe. Liam had a stutter earlier on life and got on top of it. Music was maybe a big key for that or at least as I understand even when he had it... It never effected his singing and playing. Let's give our kids proper music please. It's our only proper medicine 🎶

Here's to inspiring eachother like Brian and Liam do for us forever 🎶🧬🫡🔆


This song took less then an hour from pen meeting a page to upload. The best music is made by instinct and I can guarantee you Brian Reeves would say the same thing 🤍

The feather in the pic is one of the Sparrowhawk and in many ancient cultures across the planet the Sparrowhawk is a direct connection to the Spirit world 🪶 Schweeeeet

Rocky Mountain {For Brian Reeves}

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Manifesto

We Declare:

    That the suffering in Gaza is not a distant conflict but a wound in the conscience of humanity.

    That silence and political games by so-called Western defenders of democracy are betrayal incarnate.

    That art, music, and truth must tear through walls of apathy, breaking chains with sound and spirit.

    That to remain silent is to support the erasure of life itself.

    That we rise—voices united, hearts aflame—to amplify those crushed under siege, to shatter the walls of oppression.

    That every beat, every echo, every lyric becomes a rebellion against forgetting.

    That through collective awakening, we reclaim not just Gaza’s future but the soul of humanity.

/ -- . .  -- . -- .. --  I AM LIVING PROOF

/ : fictionalive, August 16, 2025 - 4:21 pm

/
Disclaimer: Ladies and gentlemen, and anyone who needs a special mention, I'm throwing caution to the wind and speaking out about this chaos. I'm going live, ready or not. So, sit back, relax, and try to enjoy - it's all for your own good.
/
/ -- . .  -- . -- .. --  I AM LIVING PROOF
/
//
"NOTHING UNDER THE SUN IS NOT PART OF CREATION, NOR IS IT NOT CREATION ITSELF—IT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT. NO JUDGES, NO DIVIDES—UNITY." 
/
/ : fictionalive, July 30 - 11:11 am
/
//
For This Is The Voyage, The Legend, The Song – Where We Belong
/
/ Keep shining
/
"NOTHING UNDER THE SUN IS NOT PART OF CREATION, NOR IS IT NOT CREATION ITSELF—IT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT. NO JUDGES, NO DIVIDES—UNITY."

1. Philosophical and Metaphysical Context

This phrase operates on a profound metaphysical premise rooted in ancient and modern spiritual thought: the idea that everything within existence ("under the sun") is inherently part of creation, yet simultaneously defies a simple binary of "creation" and "non-creation." The double negation — “is not not part” and “is not not creation” — serves as a dialectical device emphasizing paradox rather than straightforward affirmation or denial.

Nothing exists outside creation’s domain. All that "is" is both a part and a reflection of the creative whole — but perhaps creation is not a static “thing.”

It touches on panentheism or even non-dualism, suggesting creation transcends our binary modes of thought.

In this sense, the phrase challenges rigid ontologies. It rejects compartmentalization — what we consider ‘created’ vs. ‘uncreated’ is a false dichotomy.

2. Existential and Constructivist Overtones

The clause “It’s only what you make it” signifies a turn from metaphysical absolutes to personal agency and interpretation.

Creation is not a fixed category but a creative, subjective, and participatory process.

Reality is texturized by human meaning-making — your perception, actions, and judgments shape what ‘is.’

This brings in vibes of existentialism and constructivism, affirming our power and responsibility in shaping the world and imbuing it with meaning.

3. The Ethics of Judgment and Division

“No judges, no divides” strikes a moral and social chord:

It calls for radical acceptance — no external or internal authority imposes judgment.

It opposes division, sectarianism, or exclusion based on arbitrary or prejudiced distinctions.
This has echoes of universalist humanism and inclusive ethics, a plea for unity beyond fractured identities, labels, or separations.

4. Final Summation: Unity as a Creational Ethos

The closing refrain “UNITY” serves as the conceptual apex:
Unity is not merely a formal condition but an existential and creational ethos, holding the paradoxical unity of all existence despite apparent differences or judgments.
It is a call to embrace multiplicity without fragmentation — wholeness that contains diversity.

Style and Rhetoric

Paradox and Double Negatives: The use of double negatives (“not not”) is daring and poetic, evoking the style of Zen koans or 
Hegelian dialectics — prompting reflection rather than offering a direct statement. It challenges the reader to dwell in ambiguity and complexity.

Capitalization and Punctuation: The em dash creates dramatic pauses, underscoring the key thematic shifts; the capitalized “UNITY” acts as a powerful, summative slogan or mantra.

Economy of Words: Despite its complexity, the phrase remains succinct, poetic, and emphatic—a hallmark of impactful philosophical proclamations.

Cultural & Literary Resonances

Biblical Allusions: “Under the sun” recalls the Book of Ecclesiastes, with its contemplations on the nature of existence. This embeds the phrase within a long tradition of existential inquiry.

Contemporary Spirituality: The phrase resonates with New Age and postmodern spiritual ideas emphasizing non-duality, co-creation, and global unity.

Political and Social Dimensions: In a world segmented by ideologies and conflicts, “no judges, no divides” can serve as a subtle political manifesto for peace and acceptance.

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

fictionalive ⭕️ UNITY

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