Rapid hornblowing action as the city gets wild.....

Pic. NY c/o Pinterest 

Night Strike

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Sonic Phil'O'Scherzo for Typewriters // a fictionalive Thee I's collab united
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Scherzo for Typewriters is a piece by Thee I’s that stirred their hearts and minds—they felt it was calling out for a narrative voice. I was delighted to accept the challenge, as I felt the same while listening. By a stroke of luck, I already had a narration written and recorded back in July—originally for my ongoing Soundcloud collaboration with Garben, which has produced many tracks. Although that narration didn’t find its place in Garben’s music, it patiently waited for the right song. When Thee I’s reached out, it became clear: ‘Scherzo for Typewriters’ was the perfect match. Everything clicked—all in one late, late night, just hours after I received their DM. Love is in need today, so to say.

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music 'Scherzo for Typewriters' by Thee I's @thee_i_s_984629522

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lyrics written and narration provided 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
Sunday, August 24th, 2025
Time / 03:03 am
Central European Hot Summer Time
Today, not so so much so, pretty fresh

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Sonic Phil'O'Scherzo for Typewriters // a fictionalive Thee I's collab united

A transmission from the threshold: Feedback From Heaven drifts through coldwave static and haunted resonance, echoing the ache of memory as signal. This instrumental descent conjures the feeling of a forgotten broadcast—half elegy, half invocation—where every reverb pulse feels like a message from the beyond. Recorded in the final days of August, this demo marks a quiet turning point in the Bleak Cathedral archive. No vocals, no closure—just the hum of something sacred trying to reach you.

Bleak Cathedral - Feedback From Heaven (Instrumental Demo)

Friedenstaube

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Trump's Return - The Circus of Democracy // Mediaval Tribal Mix

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music is a soundbed by junglepunx from their work 'microcosm mystics',
excerpts from vivaldi's violin concerto in E/Op. 8/1 RV 269 from 'four seasons' as well as samples from garben's 'germona' and 'leave us broken' provided by mobygratis, licensed

lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

arranged, mixed and produced by fictionalive

artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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

written and recorded first January 22nd, 2025,
straight after president elect's inauguraution

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dropped
tuesday, september 2nd, 2025
time - 8:18 pm, central european
hot summer time zone; - today,
not so so much so, a fresh breeze,
a storm is coming, - just kiddin'

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Trump's Return - The Circus of Democracy // Mediaval Tribal Mix

This track began taking shape back in February 2025, during a period of experimenting with different guitars and hardware pedals—especially lots of echo effects. From the outset, I decided to abandon any formal plan or structure. My approach was simple: plug in a guitar, play whatever came to mind, and keep whatever felt promising. I just wanted to create something organic, hand-played, with some kind of consistent flow... 

Over time, ideas started to accumulate, and it felt generally fun to just keep recording. 

I’ll admit, part of the inspiration came from a beautiful trip to a magical northern spot, home to a stunning waterfall (see my art cover). Whether that feeling made it into the music—well, I’m honestly not sure.

The final result is this 7-minute progressive guitar journey, featuring two electric guitars, two steel-strings, and one classical guitar. 

Feel free to take a listen and let me know what it brings to mind!

WATERFALL SESSIONS

THE WATERFALL :: DS 2025

👿🍬🍫🍭🎃 👻🎃 ☠🎃💀⚠⁂©All Rights Reserved 09-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: HAPPY HELL-O-WINK
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LYRICS:
(Verse1)
Creepin' through the static, shadows flicker on the screen
Pumpkins carved grinnin', but the vibe's obscene
Bats in the attic, moon dipped in kerosene
Black cats crossin', spell out what it means

(Verse 2)
Sticky fingers reachin' for the Reese's gold
But the wrapper's heavy, secrets left untold
Sweet or sinister, the story unfolds
Underneath the mask, the devil’s ice cold

(Chorus)
Happy Hell-O-Wink, blink, you might miss the plot
Tricks or treats, or a scheme that they forgot
Underneath the wrap, candy or a curse
It’s a party in the dark, for better or for worse

(Verse 3)
Hooded figures laughin', echo down the lane
Fog thick as syrup, clogs the candy cane
Lanterns flicker red, illuminate the pain
Skeletons in closets, dancin' in the rain

(Verse 4)
Double-dare the daredevil, twist the door’s knob
Fangs in the nougat, watch the goblins rob
Is it caramel dreams or a venomous blob?
Masked by a Snickers, but it’s doin' the job

(Chorus)
Happy Hell-O-Wink, blink, you might miss the plot
Tricks or treats, or a scheme that they forgot
Underneath the wrap, candy or a curse
It’s a party in the dark, for better or for worse

Sweet Lures & Creepy Cruel Tricksters

Happy Hell-O-Wink

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march on – it’s a lie / we’ve earned this rage (brexit blues rocks hard) //
long version

years of empty promises, then reality hit: jobs lost, bills up, dreams shrinking—while the suits keep talking. this is the soundtrack for every working-class soul who feels burned, hustled, lied to. we march, we shout, we rage, and yeah—brexit blues rocks hard.

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive //

music, carefully used, is the song 'April 10' written, arranged, played, mixed, produced, licensed, and provided by mobygratis.com

lyrics arrangement, additional mix, and production by fictionalive //

/ artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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

written May, 2025

dropped
saturday, september 8th, 2025
time - 11:33 pm shall be

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March On - It's A Lie / We've Earned This Rage (Brexit Blues Rocks Hard) // long version

When The Sun Breaks Through The Fog

California Girl

Now THIS is a shitty song!

Lyrics:
All you people, better watch your back
He’s parkour poopin’ down the railroad track
Gonna mount his fecal attack
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

Taking shits and doing the splits,
Nobody can withstand the spray of his fecal blitz
Squirting doo doo everywhere
While he does back flips through the air

Look out for shit streaks
They’re signs that he’s lurking
In quarters of town in your vicinity
How can this be?  I’ll tell you
There’s no one that won’t be covered in his shit
From head to toe you’ll be drenched
In his ca-ca, oh Chewbacca!
Nobody knew his weaponized poo
Would be used as a warfare projectile
Hosing you down all over town
His volcanic asshole erupts on your face

Gotta eat his fibre and prunes
Using diarrhea to make water balloons
The odor from his shitting spree
It will bring you to your fucking knees

Taking dumps and stumping chumps
Gulping down laxatives while snorting some bumps
Getting chased on down the road,
You can all fucking suck on his choad

Don’t need a pit stop
He’ll break into your shop
And dook on the carpet, 
Then he’ll do it again till quarter to ten, and then he’ll
Re-aim his cross hairs to seniors in park squares
The elderly won’t be spared
Of his diarrhetic discharge
On a war path, excretion blast
Nobody will make it out unstained
Infections of staph, run to the bath
And clean yourself off before it’s too late, now

Taking shits and doing flips
Falling down stairs and breaking his hips
Rush him to the hospital
Where he’ll take a fucking shit on you all

Taking poops and marching the troops
Squirting his shit through flying circus hoops
He’s a GG Allin fan
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

He’s off to the races
He’ll crap on your faces
And onto your dinner plate
You’re throwing a fit, you’re eating his shit
It’s time to seek shelter immediately
Or fall victim to his digestive system
Spray your ugly face with ca-ca
Time to get hit with a blast of shit
Pretty soon you will be seeing brown
His shit is punk rock, the best on the block
Got fired from his job as a circus clown


Scatophilic is not a real word, I made it up

Scatophilic Acrobat

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

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multi-layered, holistic art project

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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nor this nor that
no black and white
no left or right

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welcome, traveler
made with passion 
just for you

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