Newcalus Dream by Savage Project

Echo's Call ( a cappella ).m4a

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“Decisions”, an introspective journey through the myriad choices we face daily.
Some synths poppy melodies with experimental structures, I think. 
I hope you're feeling welcome into this surreal world where every decision teeters between reality and imagination. All these decisions!

******** L Y R I C S ******** 

Let's get up, or maybe not 
Have some breakfast, or maybe not 
Have a smoke, or maybe not 
Have a coffee, or maybe not 

Close my eyes again, or maybe not 
Check my phone, or maybe not 
Look in the mirror, or maybe not 
Or maybe yes? Or maybe not. 

Decisions, decisions, decisions,
all day long...

 Tell the truth, or maybe not
 Let it hurt, or maybe not
 Open up, or maybe not
 Fall in love? … or maybe not

Laugh out loud, or maybe not
 Scream inside, or maybe not
 Say I care, or maybe not
 Disappear? … or maybe not
 
Decisions decisions decisions,
all day long

Dance alone, or maybe not
Sing off-key, or maybe not
Wear a hat, or maybe not
Change my name? … or maybe not

Eat dessert, or maybe not
Call my friend, or maybe not
Try a cult, or maybe not
Move to Mars? … or maybe not

Decisions

New Reggae Tune!
titled: Miracles
lyrics and singing by: Sennid
riddim and production by: HdN Productions

Sennid - Miracles (HdN Productions)

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: SHADOW CLOCK
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Sunrise splits, shadow stretching wide,
Markin’ time, human clock, no place to hide.
Arms outstretched, the hours they sway,
Casting my shadow, keepin’ track of the day.

(Chorus)
I’m the sundial, no ticking, no tock,
Standing in the sunlight, my shadow’s the clock.
Earth spins steady, but I hold my ground,
Time moves forward when the shadow’s found.

(Verse 2)
No watch, no phone, just me and the sky,
Shadow sweeping circles, I’m the reason why.
Hourglass soul, my shade speaks truth,
Ancient method, modern groove, living proof.

(Bridge)
Cast my shape on the pavement below,
Tell the time with the way that I flow.
Human sundial, my rhythm precise,
A shadow’s game, pay the day’s price.

(Verse 3)
Every step, every tilt, I’m the time’s design,
Angles sharp, shadows fall in line.
No batteries, no wires, no glitch in my way,
Timeless tech, flesh-built, solar display.

(Chorus)
I’m the sundial, no ticking, no tock,
Standing in the sunlight, my shadow’s the clock.
Earth spins steady, but I hold my ground,
Time moves forward when the shadow’s found.

Human Dial

Shadow Clock

This music video is trippy az - took a minute : https://youtu.be/riJ2PAnbyzQ

Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

Continues on the website.


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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

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Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.