Bow to the fertile moon
Clutched hands grip 
the falling sun
Spitting out
the residue
and aftermath
of something new

The weekly report 
shares good scores
But the premise of this
I am unsure
And there's not enough time 
left for redundancy 

Catching the guard
in a soft light
While the fog
claims space
in between the firs
Whisper intentions
into sweet existince

Redundancy

While You Dream Vividly

Written/Performed/Recorded-Jake Allen Jones
Mixed and Mastered-Jake Allen Jones

03/09/2025

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Magic Of The Sale

Holy Water

Written/Performed/Recorded-Jake Allen Jones 
Mixed and Mastered-Jake Allen Jones 

Dedicated to Grandma Wilda Jane Ludwig Lloyd

Wilda

Lyrics:
Taylor’s got a big smile
And I don’t know how she keeps it
It bewilders and amazes
All the small boys just like me
And she’s been through these things just like me
And I know she holds them like me
Yes, she’s been through these things like me
But she doesn’t hold them like me

He kissed me and I didn’t like it
He touched me and I didn’t want it
She heard me and I tried to fight it

I think I hate him
I think I love her
I wanna hurt him
I wanna save her
I had a bad life
But glad I met her
I think she saved me
Think she’s my savior

He kissed me and I didn’t like it
He touched me and I
didn’t want it
She heard me and I tried to fight it

Credits:
Taylor
Guitar/vocals/Piano/bass/Synth - Michael Seyer
Drums - Christian Taylor
Produced and Mixed by Christian Taylor and Michael Seyer
Mastered by Michael Seyer and Edwin Gonzales

Taylor

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “The Missing Call”

The voice was promised, but never came.
A cold signal from a northern town,
where the snow clings, where the streets fade,
and now we wait — no sound, no name.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Twenty-three hundred, the time was set,
Zehlendorf dark under radio sky.
A message fading before it spoke,
and still we lean in, still we try.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Sometimes what’s missing
is louder than what stays —
sometimes the waiting
is what carries us away.

Sender Astra…
silence, frequency,
Sender Astra…

Sometimes what’s missing
and fate was fading...

The harm in memory.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Missing Call

life moves on

Melting Resonance and Phantom Handshakes have joined forces to bring a breezy summer jam "Come By"- perfect for those under-the-umbrella moments when you’re ignoring everyone, sipping something cold, and letting your noise-canceling headphones do their thing. ☀️🎶😌

Come by (feat. Melting Resonance)

This started today as a simple Waterboys /REM groove then we  added Floyd, Echo and the Bunny men ,Talking Heads, Psychedelic furs, Julian Cope, and Modern Lovers. Then a bit of Neil Young and psychedelic Stones and Beatles , served with a splash of the Cure and the Fall. We can't  ever hide from our musical influences.

Biggest show in town

prod erra
mixed by purple shotty
Lyrics :

i wonder if they like me
cause i just feel like debris
i hate myself like usually
if i die tomorrow would you scream?
if i leave now would you see?
the mistakes that i’ve made
it lead all up to this day
i hate myself like always
asking how i’m doing
but deep down i’m not okay 
i keep staring at your pictures
wonder if i’ll have her 
wonder if she’ll be back
but i moved on way too fast
i don’t have no more feelings
for your ass
i’m so sad, smoking weed
in my bed sniffing that ketamine
relapsed after a year
but yet i still stand here 
there’s a couple secrets
i gotta say it to your ear
cause i don’t know if i’ll be here
thinking of moving back
canada is my map
513 is my gang
i make sad rap and some trap
people like it but some say that i’m wack

iKeepStaringAtYourPictures

Songs are constantly floating around our heads like clouds.  These are my efforts at capturing them.
Vocals,Guitars, Bass,Keys,Drums,Drum Sequencing, and Sounds By. Jake Allen Jones.   
Plastic Molasses out now on all major platforms.

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