Шалава

Haphazardly

This song came from an idea I’d been toying with for a couple of weeks—I was going to write about catfishing. But then my fellow artist and friend @nova-j-49914957 on SC dropped an incredible track called Catfish, 
https://on.soundcloud.com/akXMvWHvhowllgLq0y and I didn’t want him to think I was copying his concept. So instead, I flipped the perspective and wrote about the other side of it—why a lonely soul might do it in the first place. This is a deeply human, empathetic look at the hidden pain that can drive someone to hide behind a false identity—not to scam, not to be cruel, but simply to feel noticed, valued, and alive for a fleeting moment. It’s about the scars that aren’t visible, the desperate need for connection, and how broken hearts sometimes cause harm without meaning to. It’s not an excuse for the hurt caused—it’s a reflection on the tragedy of someone who thought they had to be a stranger just to be seen.


LYRICS: 

[Intro]
She said she was twenty-five… lived near the coast
But the eyes in the photo… weren’t hers… and she knows…

[Verse 1]
He fell for the laughter, the sparkle, the name
While she hid in silence, drowning in shame
She typed like a dream, a fantasy bright
But cried in the dark, alone every night

[Pre-Chorus]
She never meant to cross the line
She just needed to feel… alive… this time

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone buried underneath
A thousand days of being no one’s choice
So she borrowed a name… and someone’s voice

She never meant to make him cry
She only wanted to feel alive
But broken people sometimes break
The hearts they never meant to take

[Verse 2]
There’s a girl in the mirror she barely knows
Painted in pixels and secondhand clothes
He gave her a moment, a glimpse of the light
She gave him a story she couldn’t rewrite

[Pre-Chorus]
And the truth was closing in too fast
She prayed each message wouldn’t be the last

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone buried underneath
A thousand days of being no one’s choice
So she borrowed a name… and someone’s voice

She never meant to make him cry
She only wanted to feel alive
But broken people sometimes break
The hearts they never meant to take

[Bridge]
Maybe if someone had noticed the signs
The girl behind all of the scripted lines
Maybe a friend, or a stranger’s grace
Could’ve saved her from needing another face

To be real, to be raw, to be loved all the same
Without playing somebody else’s game

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone drowning underneath
The silence, the shame, the years alone
The ache of never being known

She never meant to cross that line
She only wanted someone kind
But even kind hearts start to shake
When trust becomes a lie we fake

[Outro]
So don’t excuse the hurt she gave
But maybe grieve the soul she couldn’t save
The one who thought she had to be
A stranger… just to feel seen

The Face Behind the Face

Shadow shift

used just one wooden frog and one drumstick
inspired by negative headphones new track
recorded with zoom h1
edited with NCH

wooden frog sounds

..inspired by @user-957729823 and our exchange about the sound of 3 letter words in a branded world
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music
provided by courtesy of Thee I's - a trio of sounds bellissime fantastico!

this time
the song written, arranged, played and provided
is 'Tanz der Aliens' from Thee I's work
Hybrid Symphony Nr°2 - Rivers, Rapids & Mudslides

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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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

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dropped
friday, september 5th, 2025
time: 1 pm central european
hot summer time zone, today?
what to say, I don't mind the
weather, come rain or shine

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Tanz der Aliens - Where is the FBI?

psalm 91 in church slavonic attempt with ai
always could be better
and better

Zhi­výj vъ pó­moshchi Výsh­nya­go, vъ kró­vѣ Bó­ga ne­bé­s­na­go vod­vo­rit­sya,
Rechétъ Gospo­dé­vi: zastýp­nikъ mój yesí i pri­bě­́zhi­sche móe, Bógъ mój, i upováyu na negó.
Ya­kó toj iz­bá­vit­ja ot sé­ti lóch­chi i ot slo­vé­se myatézh­na:
Ple­schmá svo­íma osé­nitъ tjá, i pod krilé égo nadé­jesh­i­sa: orúzhi­emъ oby­détъ tjá istiná égo.
Ne u­bo­í­shis͡ya ot strá­kha nosch­nágo, ot strély letjá­sh­chiya vo dní,
Ot véshi vo tmé pre­khod­já­sh­chiya, ot srjá­scha {ot nápadéni­ya} i bésa polúden­na­go.
Padétъ ot strá­ny tvoé­ya tý­sja­cha, i tmá odesnúju tebé, k te­bé zhé ne pri­blíz­hít­sya:
Obáche očí­ma tvo­íma smótri­shi i vozdayánie grésh­ni­kovÚ úzí­ri­shi.
Yako tý, Gospód­i, upová­ni­e móe: Výsh­nya­go polo­zhí­lъ yesí pri­bě­́zhi­sche tvoé.
Ne prií­detъ kъ tebé zló, i rána ne pri­blí­zhít­sya tělési tvo­é­mu {seléníyu tvo­é­mu}:
Yako án­gelomъ svo­ímъ zapové­stъ o te­bé, so­khrá­ni­t­i tjá vo vsé­kh pu­téh tvo­íkhъ.
Na rukákhъ vozmútъ tjá, da ne kogdá pretkné­shi o ká­menʹ nógu tvo­iú:
Na àspida i vasílíska nastúpíshi, i poperéshi lývá i zmíyá.
Yako na mʹá upová, i iz­bávlю í: pokrýyu í, yako pozná ímya móe.
Vozzovétъ ko mnĕ́, i uslyshú ego: s nim yesmʹʹ vъ skó­rbĭ, iz­mú ego i pros­lávlyu ego:
Dolgotóyu dnĭy is­pól­nyu ego i jávlyu èmu spaseníe móe.

Psalm 91

There are moments when it's better to stop, think and never stop loving
three one-take improvised tracks with a trap drum machine base

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I AM SO PRODUCTIVE THESE DAYS BC I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL IT IS ROCKTOBER AND I ALSO FEAR THAT I USE UP ALL OF MY INSPIRATION AND IDEAS BUT I CANNOT STOP MAKING THINGS LIKE THIS AND PERHAPS IT'S RIDICULOUS AND WEIRD AND "WHAT AM I LISTENING TO FFS" BUT THIS IS JUST ANOTHER TRACK TRANSLATING MY SENSATIONS INTO SOUNDS.

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ALSO
Do you know what the title is referring to, haha ???
That and brandy, that would calm me down.

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Tanz der Aliens - Where is the FBI?

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