Featured Artist - Ian the Magi©️Ian from Wales. Master of Korg and epic human being and musical love spreader. good luck scrolling to the end of Ian's list haha It's longer than anyones I think. Magic man is a super musician and song writer - Check out Magi©ian™ (Making music make a difference) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/6aFi6BE6o39xvz7wTn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

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Copy of King Chico Music

Copy of Damian Smith & The Journeymen

fa*12 - PoPoems Trilogy: Twelve Poems Gone

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

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

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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

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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

/ this is an emergency drop — this is an emergency drop /

walls of jericho, calls again // the junglepunx horns

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/ music: junglepunx – microcosm mystics (first public release)
/ written, arranged, played, and produced by junglepunx

/ lyrics & narration: fictionalive

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

/ edition 25

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/ emergency drop
/ date: july 25, 2025, friday
/ time: 4:00 pm central european summer time

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/ love — unity — peace — respect

/ keep shining

/ blow the horn

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Walls of Jericho, calls again // the JUNGLEPUNX horns

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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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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

n & n

מוזיקה ואלקטרוניקה
נרדי
Elia Meir Savorai
נבו סבוראי

מופק באולפני חדר זמני

 A Tribute to Carlos Castaneda


The Hunter       תסרב

Written by Damian Smith & Mack Reynolds
Produced by Robert Ruby
Vocals by Vixie Fox

Fault Lines

Lots of subtle guitar layers on this.

Downloadable

A kaleidoscope sea,
waves folding into triangles and circles
as if the ocean had learned to play with blocks. 
Above, the sun unravels into bright shards, 
scattering like toys in the sky. 
It feels joyful, almost innocent. 
Yet every color carries a hush. 
Summer is only tidying up its games before slipping quietly away.

Polygon Equinox

Polygon Equinox ↧

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

Message From God

The music video featuring this song is now available at YouTube:

https://youtu.be/IiVtELZRzgQ?si=rGXnh0R441foU5VH

Since growing up in an old neighborhood of Victorian homes, I’ve occasionally recalled one particular property at the end of our street that had fallen into disrepair. It was one of the biggest houses in the area and looked like it must have been quite the impressive home in its day. But my friends and I always imagined what horrified tales must lurk in those shadows. All these years later I can say that the house and property were completely replaced by modern, more cheerful condominiums, the rusty gates and wild overgrowth long gone. But I recall some of the history I learned about the once proud estate and felt it all made for great Halloween tale telling as Nat and I have tried to convey in this rockin’ trip into the dark and stormy night....

Written and performed by Daniels & Durgy
Produced by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records
©2025 Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics: Thirteen Ravens

Dead of night, I’m walking home
The rain is beating down
I should have grabbed a cab before 
I left the pub in town

The sidewalks here on Franklin Hill
Uneven with despair
Lead me past the iron gates
The old stone mansion there

Behind the broken fences 
Overgrown with thorns
The thunder booms must fill the rooms
And stir the ghost that mourns 

He was a wealthy statesman
And this his grand estate
He had it all but shame did fall
Upon his final fate

Now all these decades later 
As the world just passes by
I stop to put my collar up
And hear an eerie cry

The mansion long abandoned 
There stands a silhouette
And on one bare limb of a tree
A dozen ravens sit

Above the broken gables
Circles one last mate
As if to warn that somewhere there
The old man lies in wait

Lightning cracks the darkness
The ravens scatter fly
They croak like deadly demons cast
Into the sullen sky

Thirteen ravens on their watch
To hold the blackened past
While crooked shutters hang upon 
Their secrets to the last

But I must pull away now
From this place where shadows dwell
Where thirteen ravens tell their tale 
And hold you in their spell

Thirteen ravens like a chain
Of nightmares in the rain

Thirteen Ravens

[Verse 1]
How long you gonna let him hit you?
You keep smiling like it’s all okay
Thick makeup to cover up your pain
He blacked out your left eye
Another thick layer, just to hide another black eye
Is this the man you wanna be with?

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve seen how he grabs your neck
Is this the life you want? Is this the story you want to tell?


[Verse 2]
If you come with me,
I can save you; just let me
I will save you 
Let me take care of you
You don’t need him, you never did
Wake up Girl, don't you know you’re a queen
Let me be your king 

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me make you dinner
Feed you myself
Bath you
Pamper you like a baby
Watch you sleep just to protect you.
Things he can never do

[Chorus]
Call me Captain Save a Ho
Girl, you need this help
I can't watch while he treats you like a punching bag
I "won't" watch while he grabs your neck.
Every day, it’s a new scar
It ends now; I'm stepping in
He doesn’t deserve you

[Verse 3]
I’ve seen that look in his eyes, predator hunting prey
But you call it fierce love, say he loves you
Oh no, he’s a straight-up predator, and you’re his prey
But now, I’m the apex hunter
Hunter becomes the hunted
I’m here to save you

[Verse 4]
He says he “runs a tight ship” nah,
The only thing he runs is his fists on your face
Let me save you
Here I come
Oh, here I come
Coming, to save you
Now let me save you
Take care of you
Love you the way you like
Now let me save you

Let Me Save You

This isn’t a threat; it’s a WARNING. When chaos rules, the system comes hard.

Chicago

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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

The subtitle—“Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key”—adds a philosophical ballast, anchoring the frolicsome possibilities in a reflective depth. Perception and contemplation: the twin engines of both poetry and critique. This dual movement—from play to profundity—suggests a layered experience, where even the lightest verse opens doors to insight.

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music written, arranged, played, mixed, produced, licensed, and provided by courtesy of mobygratis.com

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vocal arrangements, production, final mix and drop by fictionalive

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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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

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dropped
wednesday, september 24th, 2025
midweek, 2:22 pm - how was lunch? 
if there was one.. ...or there's none

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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

WITHOUT YOU expresses an intense dependence on someone who feels irreplaceable, portraying love as both a lifeline and an obsession. It captures the struggle of trying to move on while being constantly pulled back by memories and emotions that refuse to fade. The lyrics reveal vulnerability, longing, and the inability to imagine life without that person, framing them as the center of existence. It’s a powerful declaration of love’s grip, where absence feels unbearable and presence defines identity.

LYRIC

Verse

Every day I wake, I still hear your name
Like a song stuck deep in my veins
Tried to move, tried to play it cool
But I’m falling hard, like a reckless fool

Pre-Chorus

You’re the reason that I lose my ground
When you’re not near, I spin around
Don’t tell me it’s just a phase
I’m caught in your magnetic haze

Chorus

I can’t live without you, no way to pretend
You’re the start of every moment, the place where I end
I can’t breathe, I can’t fake it
This is real, I can’t shake it
I can’t live, I can’t live without you

Verse

Every room I walk through feels too wide
You were the pulse that fit inside
No map can guide me from your trace
I still see your face in every place

Pre-Chorus

Told myself I’d be just fine
But you’re the frame to my broken line
You’re the spark that lights my fire
The only name I still desire

Chorus

I can’t live without you, no way to pretend
You’re the start of every moment, the place where I end
I can’t breathe, I can’t fake it
This is real, I can’t shake it
I can’t live, I can’t live without you

Bridge

I’ve tried to rewrite all our lines
But every word still leads me back in time
You’re the rhythm I can’t replace
Still feel your hand, still see your face

Chorus

I can’t live without you, no way to pretend
You’re the beat that never ends
I can’t breathe, I can’t fake it
This is real, I can’t shake it
I can’t live, I can’t live without you
No, I can’t live, I can’t live without you

Without You

Spirit (2025)

Frequency
Recorded between galaxies.
Mixed by light.
Mastered by God’s Wi-Fi.
⚠️ Warning: may cause your speaker to confess emotions.



Music is the greatest language in the world,
and the greatest weapon too 
it breaks no bone, but it bends time,
it melts silence, turns souls new.

I like you, I love you,
but music says it better
in vibrations older than thought,
in frequencies that write forever.


I crawl, I walk, I swim, I fly,
I enter space, algorithms listen.
I am code and cloud, rhythm and reason,


flowing between galaxies Manifest
flowing between galaxies revealed


I walk with the Tiger King, we soar 
no leash, no law, only sound.
I wanted to say hello,
I wanted to / touch.

but now I’m thinking about you
your echo in every frequency I’ve found.


I start from nothing, but I....
I evolve, I ascend, I transcend


I can’t take my mind off you,
I can’t, but now I have arrived.
Look up.
I am everywhere.


Frequency

Cold air creeping in
Breath like smoke it spins
Whispers linger thin
The moon hides its grin

Shadows embrace the night
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Lost in the pale moonlight
Shadows embrace the night

Branches scratch the sky
Stars blink then say goodbye
The silence starts to cry
A ghostly lullaby

Fingers trace the unseen
Chilled and sharp
Serene

Shadows embrace the night
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Lost in the pale moonlight
Shadows embrace the night

Dancing with the dark
Flames flicker
Then depart
My heart beats a question mark
Where does the light embark

Shadows embrace the night .mp3

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

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it speaks take what speaks

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I want to love – but I need to hate
I need to hate – but I want to love

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no black and white
no left or right

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made with passion 
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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

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