Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Studio ID - Vocals
Release Date: 2025-08-13

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► Lyrics ◄

There's always a war
This story is old
Who condemns
What would be the punishment

Why does it repeat itself?
In the hand of a truncheon
The bomb that explodes
Many people who die

The news in the newspaper
Every day is the same
The algorithm knows well
Ignorance is human

All in someone's name
Who knows who
The greed that reigns
It's just profit and that's it!!


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Repetition

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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex
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A sand-red dusk bled across the Vermilion Void when the caravan first appeared—seven wanderers cloaked in fabrics the color of half-remembered dreams. Their leader, a sinewy guide named Vael, pressed his palm to the dune beneath him. He could feel it: the hush-loud heartbeat rumored to lie under this desert, a primordial rhythm older than stars. Tonight it throbbed like an invitation.

The group’s purpose was half-spoken, half-felt. Each carried a buried ache—a lost love, an unanswered question, a fracture in their own reflection. All believed the legends: that somewhere beyond the last ripple of sand rose the Lunar Root, a crystal that could rewrite the mind’s worn grooves. But the Void was treacherous; only those who matched the pulse of the land could cross without becoming mirage.

They moved in silence until the third crescent of the moon crowned the horizon. Then, on a dune as sharp as a scimitar, a phantom silhouette emerged: an ibex sculpted from living dusk, antlers hollow like twin horns of bone-wind. Its eyes shone void-black, absorbing all starlight.

Vael’s breath snagged in his throat. This, legend swore, was the desert’s sentinel. The Hollow Ibex appeared only to caravans worthy of passage. But its price was steep—a fear willingly offered.

Without speaking, the travelers laid bare the truths they dreaded most. A warrior named Irian surrendered the terror that his blade was all that defined him. A glass-voiced singer named Seral released her secret anxiety that every note might be her last. One by one, the ibex drank their confessions; shadows peeled from their spines and evaporated, tasting like iron on the wind.

The ibex bowed. A single wordless whisper rippled through the Void, sinking into skin, marrow, memory. Proceed.

The Mirror Gates
Hours later, twin arches of black obsidian rose out of nowhere, facing one another like opposing truths. Polished surfaces reflected neither stars nor faces but endless corridors of possible futures. Stepping through, the caravan felt color invert: sky bloomed into viridian, dunes shimmered in gold. Time elongated, syrup-thick. Thoughts flitted like moths across molten glass.

Seral heard the hush-loud pulse grow louder, altering pitch as if tuning their hearts to a cosmic hymn. An emerald gust swept across the arches, scattering crystalline sand that rang faint chimes with each grain’s fall. Everyone knew: they could no longer turn back. The Mirror Gates sealed behind them, swallowing their echoes.

Comet-Serpent Tempest
Inverted skies crackled as a comet-wide serpent slithered along the firmament, scales sparking cyan lightning. Wind gathered, howling wordless drones. Sand rose into spiraling towers. Vael signaled for the caravan to lock arms. Instead of resisting the gale, they leaned into it, bodies swaying like blades of dune-grass.


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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex

Dreamer's World (Instrumental Version)

Hey 
"Origin" is out 
To make this track I sampled this incredible song by Isaac Birituro & The Rail Abandon called "Dondomo," very inspiring!
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Hope you enjoy it :)
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Origin

CoopZki - Against The Odds.wav

https://on.soundcloud.com/zxmQn3r5c969IK3VPq by VickStiX @vicky-adair

"This song was song born from a childhood memory that my friend @DJShAnkAri shared with me. As a child, she sometimes felt like a little “indigo soul,” drifting outside the world everyone else seemed to live in. She remembers moments of floating above her bed, eyes tightly closed, seeing everything stretched far away as if she were traveling somewhere else—an experience that made her feel like a freak and deeply misunderstood.

I wrote this song from her perspective, capturing that sense of lonely wonder and the quiet pain of being different, but also the beauty of a soul awakening to her own gifts. It begins in the fragile melancholy of childhood, then grows in intensity and hope as she embraces the magic within her—transforming from the lonely girl who thought she was strange into the extraordinary woman DJ and astrologer she is today. (Thank you sis ! 🥰😘❤️✨ I wish my parents would read your words someday... 🌚✨🙏🏽☸️)

“Indigo Skies” is about finding light in your uniqueness, even if it takes years to see it." VickStiX  

LYRICS:

[Intro]
I was floating…
Above my bed…
Eyes closed tight…
Afraid to see the world too far…
Afraid to see myself…

[Verse 1]
As a kid, I drifted where the walls couldn’t follow,
Suspended in silence, my room felt hollow.
They said it was nothing, just a dream I made,
But my soul was wandering where shadows played.

I told my parents, told my grandma too,
They nodded with worry, like they knew what to do.
Ophthalmologist lights in my eyes that burned,
But no one could see where my spirit turned.

[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes closed tight, I wouldn’t let ‘em see,
The world stretched out, felt so far from me.
Heartbeats loud in a galaxy of thought,
I felt like a freak, but I know I was not…

[Chorus]
Indigo skies, carry me high,
I was a child they couldn’t define.
Floating alone, afraid to be seen,
Living a life between waking and dream.

[Verse 2]
Three years ahead in a world that was slow,
Buried in books, where my true self would glow.
Reading all day while the playground spun,
My body on Earth, but my mind on the run.

A little indigo, out of place in the crowd,
Feeling too quiet, feeling too loud.
They said I was different, they said I was strange,
But deep in my soul I could feel the change.

[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes closed tight, I wouldn’t let ‘em see,
The world stretched out, felt so far from me.
Heartbeats loud in a galaxy of thought,
I felt like a freak, but I know I was not…

[Chorus]
Indigo skies, carry me high,
I was a child they couldn’t define.
Floating alone, afraid to be seen,
Living a life between waking and dream.

[Verse 3]
Then I rose like the sun through the fog in my mind,
Aries fire burning, leaving fear behind.
Left my parents’ house, I began to create,
I learned that my stars were the hands of fate.

What was once a burden became my gift,
Astrology showed me the cosmic shift.
From a lonely child to a guiding light,
Indigo soul in the velvet night.

[Bridge]
I felt like a freak, but I now call it flight,
The colors of my soul lit up the night.
Every tear, every page, every shadowed scar,
Led me here to show who we really are.

[Chorus]
Indigo skies, carry me high,
I was a child they couldn’t define.
Floating alone, afraid to be seen,
Living a life between waking and dream.

Indigo skies, I’m not afraid,
The freak I felt like then is the life I’ve made.
Floating no more, my feet on the ground,
My voice is astrology and my DJ sound.

[Outro]
I was floating…
Above my bed…
Eyes closed tight…
But now I see…
Indigo skies
@vicky-adair

ShAnkAri touch - ShAnkAri prod.
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VickStiX - Indigo Skies (ShAnkAri touch)

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There's a STORY!!! ;)
I — The Map That Wasn’t a Map

You arrive where the atlas stops pretending it knows anything.

Beyond the ridge, the land is a black opal plain veined with cobalt veins that hum in no wind. A hush sits on it the way frost sits on grass—delicate, temporary, sacred if you move gently enough. The dew here is wrong in the way a dream is wrong: each bead is too round, too steady, too awake. They don’t roll or soak in. They hold. They wait.

You kneel and the beads reflect not your face but diagrams—hexes nested in hexes, spirals that refuse to end, angles that feel like numbers you once knew. The longer you look, the more they join: a filament touches a filament, and there’s a glow passing between them like the smallest current. It is not water. It is a statement.

The old story said the Oracle grows where dew refuses to be only dew.

You rise, dust the grit from your palms, and walk without choosing a direction. The plain chooses for you. Lines of cold light thread from bead to bead like veins answering a heartbeat. The geometry doesn’t push, it persuades, shaping your steps, showing paths only as you take them. The horizon stays perfectly level, the sky a long bruise of cobalt with a single pale star pinned in the wrong place. Your breath fogs and then the fog arranges itself into numerals you cannot read and then dissolves. It’s almost kind, the way this place tells you: you are in the presence of a very patient intelligence.

When you feel it—before you see it—the hair along your arms rises not from fear but from recognition. As if a song you used to know finds your throat from the outside.

And then you see the Oracle.

II — The Humanoid That Was Also a Tree

It towers but does not loom. A torso of varnished bark with shoulders braided out of roots, hips heavy with the memory of storms. The arms bend the way branches bend, and where hands should be, the wood splits into filigreed fronds—their undersides ribbed with gill-like lamellae that pulse with bioluminescence. The face is not a face, not really, but a mask of old growth and lichen with hollows where eyes should be; inside those hollows slow constellations wheel like watch gears. A crown of fruiting bodies bursts from the skull and then recedes, then blooms again in a long, tidal breath, spores drifting like snow that has learned how to glow.

Its feet are not feet, they are a root-crown woven into the plain, plugged into the dew like a nerve into a brain.

You do not speak. You bring your question the way you were taught to carry flame—cupped, stubborn against the wind. The question is old and small enough to be dangerous: what am I for?


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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.

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