Collab with my Dear Damga. An electro track with spoken words and an electric piano bridge.

Lyrics:
Arpeggio, stylish hairdo and silver witcher’s sword, you forego my toes, my modulation and white noise passion. Love my love and my void in my tiny palace of thousands rooms and coplanar sideral networks of my wiggling ears.
Ethereal sensations of shiny dragon’s leather and troll fur, in your bed and in you bath and in your milky dreams of oak and halberds.
I crave for the tinkling of ten thousands cybernetic bees buzzing  around the pomegranate of my intricate emotions, tantalizing my tits,  and releasing the endorphins that keep me alive in a solution of poisonous thoughts. 
Your fizzling feet feed the psychopomps with the crumbs of your illusions.  Like a Hierophant in love, I will synthetize the fragrance of your sweat, and drink the wine of your gaze, and kiss your boobs and your boots. 
Sweating under your command, I swallow you imagination and the fluffy bouncing monsters of your polyphony play with my ears in an opera of mystical strawberries. 
My glass boots tinkle on the bridge of our passion as we surpass the bondage of geometrical algebra in our creamy foreplays. 
The neural network that decides which music we like, will explode under the purple blaze of our desires. Freed by Malenia’s Scarlet Rot, we shall seek new achievements for our misguided lives. In a romantic reckless move, we will go happily to a naked party at the sushi bar in Dagon street.

Naked Party at the Sushi Bar in Dagon Street

C-Alicante Harbour

👉Track grows with every bar, stacking intensity until it explodes💣
What begins raw turns massive🚀

It’s a daydream’s price tag
left behind – no cares, busy kick-flippin
Lunchbox crown on a jet-lag stag
card tricks spill while the crowd keeps sippin
Got a coin-flip swagger on a Tuesday frame
spit barcodes ‘til the cash looks tame
Basslines for parking fines
mark my words in the subway signs

Polished fork in a shoebox crown
grinning at the law while the law looks down
Half-smile killer with a boarding pass
Sniper…smile…Police…–hit your class
Slide in the room like a glass full of thunder
Credit card cut, still I’m cashin’ that wonder
Bootleg saints in a moonlit van
With a cigarette glow and a one-hand plan
You took my go, you took my flo
And on Christmas you took my snow – what the hell is wrong with you?
-He’s wild
Bass light dads in the folding chairs
telling ghost stories ‘bout the wrong bass snares
“You keep that low end out my yard
or I’ll tax your kicks like a credit card
 
Why you walk like that?  
‘Cause the ground’s afraid of me, babe  
Why you talk like that?  
‘Cause the words just beg to misbehave  
But I keep drums loud in a paper-thin hall
make the wallpaper sweat ‘til the portraits fall
Sugarcoat venom in a handshake scheme
flip that script like a vending machine

Bass light dads in the back of the lot  
Turn it down – you know what you got 
I said no, I said no, I said I run this show  
Bass light dads gonna let it all blow  
Bass Light Dads – can’t turn me down
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town
Sniper smile Police–eyes on the crown
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound

Then Dreymond Green say
Sit the fuck down, son – I got a story to tell 
It’s a long one, you might be old before we’re done as well  
G is for Green – and ya’ll know what that mean  
He has no wish to be seen… unless he’s on the scene  

Shot his own pet alligator in the yard last week  

So, Six million pizzas to bake, hence a rush, need more ovens
Kanye nods-agrees, now play that beat
An aligator down in backyard, dogs fell, rumors of humans too
Dinsdale Piranha cameo drop–whispers in shadows 
-you must be new in the hood
I got jailhouse manners in a limousine mood
pocket full of rumors and a fork for food
I’m the landlord’s landlord, rent in reverse
charge you for breathing and bill you for thirst
Crosswalk outlaw with a frostbite tongue
make a grown man run when the beat gets swung

Why you walk like that?  
‘Cause the ground’s afraid of me, babe  
Why you talk like that? 
‘Cause the words just beg to misbehave  
But I keep drums loud in a paper-thin hall
bitch please, her dance break knees, with ease 
like the dancing Israelis
Flip that script like a vending machine
Tie clip sharp like a crowbar smile in a concrete dive
Sniper…Smile…Police-shadowing every mile
Bass light dads on the back porch glare
but I blow their caps off with the kick right there

Turn it down–you know what you got
I said no, I said no, I said I run this show  
Bass light dads gonna let it all blow  
Bass Light Dads–can’t turn me down
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town
Sniper-smile-Police–eyes on the crown
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound

Run your whole block like a crossword clue
and the answer’s always just don’t be you

Sniper Smile Police–better grin real wide  
Sniper stale police – you can’t run, can’t hide  
They’ll summon your face like a late-night sin  
Catch you stone-faced, and the board go in  
Fold that map ‘cause I win the streets
turn left twice just to meet my beats

I’m the madest page missing in a holy book
got the preacher’s car keys and a the party look
Run my hands through the skyline’s hair
while the city screams back, you don’t live here
 I’ll paint your shadow on a billboard sign
then sell it back twice just to make it mine

Bass Light Dads – can’t turn me down
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town
SNIPER-SMILE-POLICE–never backing down
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound

Dinsdale Piranha

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All Returns To Nothingness /// 全ては無に還る// an alternate take
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music is the song 'All Returns To Nothingness // 全ては無に還る' 
by our fellow creator from Japan - BOUYA BO-YA !!! 
explore his amazing music and passion here:  BOUYA BO-YA on SoundCloud @hpcnw-902952

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original japanese lyrics by BOUYA BO-YA
adaptation lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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a troubadours handshake united collab

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

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All Returns to Nothingness // 
目覚めのコーラス

(Verse 1) 
Right now, vague anxieties in this world 
Come at us like a swirling noise. 
What lies beneath this silent storm?
 Is it sadness, anger, or fear? No— 
It’s loneliness that strikes without a form, 
A sudden shadow no one can avoid.

(Chorus) 
Loneliness—the quiet, sudden guest, 
Haunting every searching chest.
 Even with love, friends, and family near, 
Loneliness still whispers here. 
In this world, I stand alone— 
The only one who truly knows my own.

(Verse 2) 
But face this loneliness with truthful eyes, 
Wake to others’ silent cries.
 It’s here empathy blooms in space,
 A voice for those without a face. 
When the noise of the world fades away, 
Consciousness remains to light the way.

(Bridge) 
Yet the world is fleeting, life shall end, 
To nothingness we all must wend. 
What we leave behind is not of weight, 
But a quiet void where all is fate. 
Everything, world and self, returns— I
nto the nothingness that softly burns.

(Outro) 
Embraced gently, strong and brave, 
The void’s a peaceful, tender wave. 
Cheerful, calm, with courage bright,
 We rest within the endless night. 
All returns to nothing— 
A quiet truth softly humming.

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目覚めのコーラス

（ヴァース１）
今、この世界に漂う曖昧な不安が
渦巻くノイズのように僕らに迫る
この静かな嵐の下に隠れているものは何？
悲しみか、怒りか、それとも恐怖か？ いいや―
それは形なき孤独、
誰もが避けられない突然の影

（コーラス）
孤独――静かに、突然やってくる客
探し続ける胸を彷徨わせる
愛や友情、家族に囲まれていても
孤独は今もここで囁く
この世界で、僕は一人きり――
本当に自分を知るのは自分だけ

（ヴァース２）
でも正直な瞳でその孤独と向き合い
他人の静かな泣き声に気づこう
この場所で咲くのは共感
顔なき誰かのための声
世界のノイズが消えていくとき
意識だけが道を照らす

（ブリッジ）
それでもこの世界は儚く、命も終わりを迎える
僕たちは皆、無へと歩み出す
残すものに重きはなく
運命だけが静かな虚無にある
すべては――世界も自分も――還る
そっと燃える無の中へ

（アウトロ）
優しく、強く、勇敢に抱かれて
虚無は安らぎと優しさの波
明るく穏やか、勇気に満ちて
僕たちは永遠の夜に休む
すべては無に還る――
静かに響く真実

All Returns To Nothingness //  全ては無に還る // an alternate take

Population

Forces

#experimental #electro #raw #newwave #coldwave #deephouse #electronica

Sorry , but not sorry

pharetra_04

Small_Planetoid

Shamanic Tachypnea

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Trump's Return - The Circus of Democracy // They Are The Players

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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 'Vermona'

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 - 7:29 pm, central european
hot summer time zone; today, 
not so so much so, a fresh breeze,
a storm is coming

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Trump's Return - The Circus of Democracy // They Are The Players

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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.

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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.
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"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." 
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For This Is The Voyage, The Legend, The Song – Where We Belong
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"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.

Trump's Return - The Circus of Democracy // They Are The Players

fictionalive ⭕️ UNITY