amazing song headhaunter love the consistency

I looked all over for you music and i finally found it all in one place thank you man love the music

EIGHTY YEARS

🎶ayo the devil's got a brand new dress, right? and I don't dare to tell a person what they oughta wear🎶

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/brzebeats

Lyrics: genius.com/miles-powers-eighty-years-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Eighty Years (feat. Whyandotte)

https://t.co/JjCL8shI6x

prod. @masked-man-peace

vox by
@kyaruok
@masked-man-peace
@cloudmacx
@nicohorry

backing vox by
https://soundcloud.com/damienbrbnk

mixed & mastered by @kyaruok

cover art by @kyaruok

CONTROL

Spotify / Apple Music

…It Mutates!
Part Five: Incomplete Loops

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics: 
Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


I’ve got a doubt or two that’s blooming in my head
you’ve got a memory that’s choosing what I said
the threatening sound of hooves is booming where I tread
with the slightest misstep and it’s ruined once again

became a fist that just wants merge with a chin
while you were slurping out skeletons without disturbing the skin
it’s just another naked truth that we’ll vehemently deny
but like a parasitic worm, they see the secrets in our eyes, it’s a lie


Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


it bubbles to the surface with words you’d blurt out in sleep
you had me immolated in a dream world you burned down with glee
I see recurring motifs, the tone is tinged with resentment
you seem so closed off and cold and your phone that’s hidden reflects this

it’s a death wish to prod or question the loop itself
but maybe in other loops I got the affection that you’ve withheld
evade the fucking truth.. like we’re free of wrong doing
but I’ll never lie again, I’ll let the sleeping dogs do it (it’s a fucking death spiral)

Incomplete Loops (prod. Garrett.)

The eighth in a series of related singles; Miles is releasing music every third Wednesday for a year.

Stream Lurkalot: https://milespowers.fanlink.tv/lurkalot

Produced by https://www.youtube.com/@BeatsByEmani
Additional vocals by PC Pete
Mix and master by https://soundcloud.com/milespowers

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Miles-powers-lurkalot-lyrics

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Lurkalot /lərk·ə·lät/ Noun/verb: one who lurks frequently; to lurk frequently. "Tell me by the look of me, does it look like I lurkalot?"

lurkalot

…It Mutates!
Part Seven: Figure Eight Teeth

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I caught wind of it; rumors of a prolonged mystery
I was loyal to a fault, we grew apart in close proximity
while boxed in we soured on each other in a basement suite
opposite ends, I used wonder when we'd make them meet

information gleaned from the ghost of our bedroom
caused stomach knots, learned that subterfuge was most of your schedule
a number pops, then there goes another text sent in secret
I was your rock, and you were all the fucking insects beneath it 

I guess you think I'm fucking stupid, perceiving a subtle movement
to me must just be a fluke, but like cheating, there's nothing to it
who would trust their partner? And then try to troubleshoot it?
guess my eyes adjust to darkness long after I've sunk into it

I'm just as nauseous now, mixing up tears with drops of rain
you flushed our progress down with enough years to clog the drain
for such a falling out you act like nothing's wrong or taboo 
or maybe guilt itself couldn't stomach gnawing at you


so just know, that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit


I know I shouldn’t miss you or feel a pang of nostalgia
it’s just a struggle to survive inside this sludge of solitude
so here I am again, oblivion adjacent
reside in a clenched fist like all my grudges often do

it was a fully justified gut feeling
with a flash flood of tears and mountain ranges of regret
I sit and stew on things you probably don’t remember
mere moments of your time that took me ages to forget


As the moon begins its shift, the sun'll set with muted colours
near a hill that's lined with every "just a friend" that you can muster
I busted the bunker, and jumped the crocodile tears moat
then broke our common law with what a solid wall fears most

so here goes the last spurt of blood from a heart that's sewn shut
over things you won't admit and under stars that don't budge
beyond the same partner's cold touch
something's causing pain, but in the darkness, it's so hard to know what

I just know that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit

Figure Eight Teeth (prod. Garrett.)

Downhill by @milespowers & @davevvvv

Listen: https://linktr.ee/milespowers

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Miles-powers-downhill-lyrics

AHWAB

Vocals by @milespowers & @stripeluca & Kofi
Production by @davevvvv
Mix/mastered by @milespowers

Downhill (feat. STRIPE & Kofi)

HDWAV 5.1 - SW33TT 3V1L DRR11LLL 0FF1C14L R3M1X FT Souldia & DAVID LEE - Aveux

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Listen to part II here: https://soundcloud.com/ibr/sisyphus-ii


I've been introducing pick axes to thick granite in patterns/
crack open the earth like it's cast in ceramic/
hack at frozen dirt and permafrost for pay cheques/
fill the cart with feldspar and roll it to the apex/
the days end but work doesn't, grayscale the world's functions/
veins tend to burst up with gems that might be worth something/
no curmudgeons or foot draggers in these monochrome fields/
if you feel lethargic, hit the cabinet, you can swallow those pills/
it all gets revealed in due time/ 
a land drawn with crude lines, inspect rocks by moonlight/ 
the rare hues slide into the palms of upper management/
retreat to the bottom and they come up in the sand again/
I've been stashing gems, although I know it's all for naught/   
let's just say the last who got caught didn't get a long stern talk/
hard stone carved with fossils come up every now and then, 
and coworkers who succumb to the heat exhaustion, sleep beneath the flower beds/
I sleep beneath the thoughts of moonstone and star-corundum/
I've seen my fellow man with noses that were stark and dusted/
in the darkened junctions of the tunnel system/
there's been whispers of a revolution under thumps of pistons/ 
I'm not seduced by the thought, well not yet at least/
my only friends are cymophanes and grains of olovine/
not sure if I ought to be more than a cog in this machine/
blot the sun out with a pick axe, it's a stage of entropy/

Sisyphus I (prod. ibrahim)

feat. @ibr
prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ 
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ 
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/

Hook:

I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/  
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ 
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/

Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory 
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony 
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky 
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/

Chop Chop cont. (ft. ibrahim)

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-bingo-lyrics

prod by @beatcoin-948353974
mix by @gnawdog
old lady by Alan Wonders
written by Thiago
art by friend from work

I KEEP MY ENEMIES CLOSE MIGHT BE LIKE A CENTURY OLD

Bingo!

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-mirror-match-lyrics

prod by @bbluknight
mix by @gnawdog
written by Thiago
art by Space Abe https://www.instagram.com/omega.abe/

BREAK THE MIRROR GET MYSELF BACK FROM MYSELF

Incomplete Loops (prod. Garrett.)

Headhaunter

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