Holding On

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/1YHzmxfeBwnTRnakTClbs9?si=1cc9d2bf5d5c4306

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/voices-in-my-head-single/1798859698

Youtube Music: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_m3yItUx0oYl8vsnQT4PBNUm2RVRhmuluo

Voices In My Head

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

In The Void

Cain's Cane

Don't write a sin about me
Abel gave you but a Lamb, while I gave you him
Oh, God Don't write a sin about me 
I swung the stone, yet lose my life all the same?
My own son renounced me
How do I tell if I can be redeemed?
When there's no one around who'll speak to me?
As I roam these crooked hills of your once perfect creation


This mark is killing me
This mark is sending me
Further into Satan's embrace
Father!
This weight is killing me
Silence so deafening 
Walking up this hill
My cane breaks in 
Two!


How can I redeem?
How can I be clean?
Rebrand myself elsewhere I shall,
I see...

[Solo]

Don't write a sin about me
Abel gave you but a Lamb, while I gave you him
Oh, God Don't write a sin about me 
I swung the stone, yet lose my life all the same?
My own son renounced me
How do I tell if I can be redeemed?
When there's no one around who'll speak to me?
As I roam these crooked hills of your once perfect creation

/////////// MARCH 2025

Cain's Cane

Italian text translated into English ⬇️

“Chi sa sognare ha la possibilità di vivere in due mondi” 

“Sogni ( straniero é chi…)”

Prigionieri liberi incontrollabili
Parte di mente che scivola via
Alianti invisibili segreti inviolabili
Aerei nel cielo che lasciano scia

Riesco a sentire il profumo dei fiori
Le note i brividi caldi i colori
Toccarli con mano e stringerli forte
Ancora più forte ancora di più

Ed io sono qui con pennelli e colori
La tela è il mio spazio e disegno la vita
Ed io sono qui apparentemente distratto
A catalogare tutte le mie occasioni
I tentativi e le delusioni

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria

Come la creta poter modellare
E dargli la forma che abbiamo nel cuore
Toccare con mano poterli sentire
E stringerli forte come un amore

Ed io sono qui invulnerabile
I desideri fanno parte di me
Chiudo gli occhi e mi piace guardare
La vista non toglie i sogni che ho

Sarà sarò
Saranno dentro i miei pensieri
Sarò sarà
Saranno tutti i miei desideri

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria la mia allegria. 

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“Those who know how to dream have the opportunity to live in two worlds”

“Dreams (foreigner is who…)”

Free uncontrollable prisoners
Part of the mind that slips away
Invisible gliders inviolable secrets
Planes in the sky that leave a trail

I can smell the scent of flowers
The notes the warm shivers the colors
Touch them with your hand and hold them tight
Even tighter even more

And I am here with brushes and colors
The canvas is my space and I draw life
And I am here apparently distracted
Cataloguing all my opportunities
The attempts and the disappointments

Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who does not know how to dream
Has no wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy

Like clay to be able to model
And give it the shape we have in our hearts
Touch with your hand to be able to feel them
And hold them tight like a love

And I am here invulnerable
Desires are part of me
I close my eyes and I like to look
The view does not take away the dreams I have

It will be I will be
They will be inside my thoughts
I will be it will be
They will be all my desires

A stranger is who
A stranger is who
A stranger is who does not know how to dream
He does not have wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy my Joyce

SOGNI (straniero é chi…)

On Dirty Ground

Vox : Screaming Jay Snider
Drums : Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Guitars/ Bass/ Mix& Production : Chris Schlü

Written by Chris / Lyrics by Jay

Video by @overdrive_music
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJCtidcOGA5/

On Dirty Ground

A remix by The Spooky Bear of Levana's track, Gravity of Emptiness.

Show this awesome singer and producer some love by visiting her profile and checking out her tunes at @levana-302516775

Hope you like it!

Levana - Gravity of Emptiness (The Spooky Bear Remix)

Sometimes pieces transport you... I really fell in love at the time with this title by the artist Patricia Kaas... so I appropriated it in my world... A title in French for once ❤️

ENTRER DANS LA LUMIERE

The copper state

The Copper State

Last Log from Nowhere

[STATUS: HEARTBREAK_GLITCH]
Sound Palette:
– Filtered sunset pads (tape warp)
– Warm analog hiss
– Whisper: «Любовь золотится...» → low-pass fade
– Crushed amber ambience

Lyric Core:

«Do you close your eyes? / Is it ripping you apart?»
A loop of dreams and floor-tiles. Golden hour for the broken.

#GoldenTransition #AmbientGlitch #LoFiAmbient #BrokenHeart #DreamPop #Experimental #Amin #69BPM #TapeHiss #RussianShoegaze #August192025 


How do you sleep with a broken heart?

IR1S (Intelligent Recognitive Integrated Sound) is an alternative band electronic music project where the central characters in every song are women. Each track tells a story, explores a social issue, or expresses a thought from the perspective of these protagonists, weaving together elements of both fictional narratives and real-life experiences. Drawing inspiration from strong women in literature, cinema, and dystopian worlds, IR1S creates a unique soundscape that blends powerful storytelling with evocative electronic beats.
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