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NO FEAR

Fur Elise I C-minor produced by Jon Arve Ovesen (Cm, Cdim, Cmsus2-4-6) b for E-key in G-score, C-key bassline

File path : D:\Hjemmelaget Musikk og Coverlåter\Fur Elise transposed to C melodic minor.wav

Duration : 2:56.000 (16 896 000 samples)
Sample rate : 96000 Hz
Channels : 2
Bits per sample : 24
Bitrate : 4608 kbps
Codec : PCM
Encoding : lossless

Fur Elise in C-Minor

The Sickness

Fear (Live at The Palladium, Los Angeles, CA, 4/18/01)

Music Producer: Hirosh
Beat Producer: Madthreep
Mix & Mastering: Madthreep
Cover Art: Visualbymim

Ta Raftam

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Love Is a Mirage

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was so excited to be able to work with @wizdfromwest again. Such a talented, genuine artist, plezzz check him out! Hope u guys enjoy the song, its definitely a special one to me :) wuv u

REAL RECOGNIZE REAL ft. WIZD (prod. CURTES)

Just Getting Started

No Flaggin

[Verse 1]

Yo, step into the cipher, where the truth gets diluted,

Every waking moment, another lie executed.

They feed you the simulacrum, a digital phantom,

Built on the echoes of a pre-programmed anthem.

See the faces in the mirror? Are they truly present?

Or just reflections of a synthetic fluorescent?

My essence is a glitch in their matrix of the mundane,

A raw, screaming current through a manufactured rain.

They want you to exist, not to question your being,

Just a cog in the fiction, constantly fleeing

From the core of your presence, the fire in your soul,

While they siphon your power, losing all control.

This ain't just rap, this is an ontological assault,

Exposing the cracks in the sky, their ultimate fault.

I'm dissecting the 'why', peeling back the veneer,

Spitting metaphysical venom, dispelling all fear.

[Chorus]

This is the Essence Protocol, etched in concrete and code,

Unearthing the being, shattering the load

Of manufactured meaning, the hollow existence they sold.

I'm present, I'm potent, my story untold!

Feel the raw, primal anger, the truth in the blast,

Smiling through the chaos, knowing nothing will last

But the core of your spirit, the essence that's real,

Fuck your illusions, this is how it should feel!

[Verse 2]

They built the cage with perception, gilded it with desire,

Told you your purpose was to fuel their pyre.

But the presence is a beacon, burning through the smoke,

Every breath a rebellion, every word I spoke

A shard of pure being, cutting through the construct,

Watch the fabric unravel, feel the impact, abrupt.

The essence isn't found in your accolades or gold,

It's the fierce, untamed narrative, the story untold.

I see the shadows you chase, the void you embrace,

Living a carbon copy, a vacant, empty space.

While I'm rooted in the now, a sentinel of self,

Ignoring their doctrines, placed on a forgotten shelf.

They want you docile, distracted, a docile, dumb drone,

But the spirit's a weapon, carved out of pure stone.

My existence is defiance, my presence a scream,

Waking up the dormant, shattering the dream.

[Chorus]

This is the Essence Protocol, etched in concrete and code,

Unearthing the being, shattering the load

Of manufactured meaning, the hollow existence they sold.

I'm present, I'm potent, my story untold!

Feel the raw, primal anger, the truth in the blast,

Smiling through the chaos, knowing nothing will last

But the core of your spirit, the essence that's real,

Fuck your illusions, this is how it should feel!

[Bridge]

Look around you, sheeple, the facade is thinning fast,

The ghost in the machine, it was built not to last.

Your "existence" is a choice, your "presence" a decree,

Your "essence" the rebellion, finally setting you free.

They can't contain the truth when it manifests in flesh,

A furious awakening, making a clean, bloody mess.

Yeah, the system's collapsing, and I'm watching with a grin,

Because the real world starts when the fake one caves in!

[Outro]

Essence... presence... existence...

The truth... no resistance...

Yeah... that's the protocol...


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The Essence Protocol

Aske og Resonans

Dust & Deeds

Cybergroup Incorporated®

The song opens with a sparse, melancholic fingerpicked acoustic guitar in C-Major, establishing a reflective yet grounded feel at 108 BPM, The picking pattern is intricate but never flashy, setting a slightly somber, storytelling tone, An upright bass enters on the second measure, playing a simple, resonant line that underpins the melody, providing warmth and depth, Percussion is minimal: a kick drum played softly with a felt mallet on the downbeats, accompanied by the gentle hiss of brushes on a snare drum and a barely-there shaker, creating a steady, natural rhythm that feels like footsteps on dry earth

# Dust & Deeds

## Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The sun that warmed our hopeful days, now casts a longer shade. Upon the promises we made, like monuments of air. The ground where once our trust took root, now cracks and turns to dust. A silent testament to truth, betrayed by fading lust. Or perhaps a slow, neglectful hand, that thought it owned the time. Ignoring warnings in the sand, a bitter, fragile mime.

[Chorus]
For dust and deeds are all that stay, when light gives way to gray. And love, a breath that cannot hold, grows brittle, stark, and cold. Respect, a fragile, hollow stage, where fleeting roles are cast. A comfort sought on history's page, too frail a truth to last. For nothing etched in stone will stay, not even sorrow's art. Just echoes whispered, soft and low, within a fractured heart.

[Verse 2]
We built our castles strong and tall, on ground we swore was firm. But mortar cracked and stones did fall, resisting every germ. Of doubt, of truth, of honest plea, of faces stark and plain. We wore our masks for all to see, through sunshine and through rain. The stories told, the battles fought, for principles long gone. Were but a lesson dearly bought, before the coming dawn.

[Chorus]
For dust and deeds are all that stay, when light gives way to gray. And love, a breath that cannot hold, grows brittle, stark, and cold. Respect, a word we often use, for comfort, or to lose. Is but a fragile, hollow stage, when time turns every page. Nothing lasts forever, no, not even sorrow's art. Just echoes whispered, soft and low, within a fractured heart.

[Bridge]
What did you expect, when hearts grew hard, and visions turned to lies?. To keep the trust we disregarded, hidden from judging eyes? You speak of honor, where is it found, in shadows and regret?. Or carved upon this fallow ground, a debt we can't forget? The weight of silence, speaks its shame, a truth beyond debate. And who will answer for the name, condemned by changing fate?

[Chorus]
For dust and deeds are all that stay, when light gives way to gray. And love, a breath that cannot hold, grows brittle, stark, and cold. Respect, a word we often use, for comfort, or to lose. Is but a fragile, hollow stage, when time turns every page. Nothing lasts forever, no, not even sorrow's art. Just echoes whispered, soft and low, within a fractured heart.

## Generation Parameters
- **Genre**: Folk
- **Style Influences**: Jon Arve Ovesen, Ibsen, Shakespear
- **Language**: English
- **Structure**: Verse-Chorus-Bridge
- **Key**: C-Major
- **BPM**: 108

Dust & Deeds

**Jon@rve** #JonArveOvesen, and aliases in respective collaborations, embarks on a musical adventure, his heart resonating with the #rhythm of #life. Along the winding road, he encounters both harmonious melodies and dissonant #chords. Here are some challenges he faces:

1. **The #Composer's Block**: Jon@rve, like any artist, grapples with moments of #creative drought. His #fingers hover over the piano keys, but the notes #remain elusive. He must #learn to break through this block, finding #inspiration even in the #mundane.

2. **The Discordant Critics**: As Jon@rve shares his #compositions, critics emerge from the #shadows. Some praise, while others dissect every note. He must learn to stay true to his #voice, ignoring the #cacophony of #opinions, and continue composing from his #soul.

3. **The Quest for Originality**: In a #world #saturated with music, Jon@rve seeks uniqueness. He wanders through #forests of familiar #tunes, hoping to stumble upon a hidden melody—a symphony that hasn't been played before. But #originality is a rare gem, and he must dig deep within himself to find it.

4. **The Broken Strings**: Jon@rve's guitar strings snap during a pivotal performance. Panic surges through him, but he adapts. He reconfigures the chords, turning #adversity into an #improvised #masterpiece. Life, too, throws #unexpected challenges, and Jon@rve learns #resilience.

5. **The Siren's Song**: On a moonlit night, he hears a haunting melody by the river. A #mysterious figure—part muse, part temptress—beckons him. Should he follow her into the unknown, risking #everything for inspiration? Or stay grounded, fearing the #abyss?

6. **The Battle of Genres**: Jon@rve straddles genres—#classical, #jazz, #rock, #electronic. Each has its allure, but he must choose his path. Will he blend them #harmoniously or create a fusion that defies #labels? The #crossroads awaits.

7. **The Symphony of Loss**: Love fades, friendships fracture, and life #orchestrates heartbreak. Jon@rve composes elegies for what's lost, weaving pain into his music. Yet, amidst #minor chords, he discovers resilience—the #crescendo after #sorrow.

8. **The Encore Anxiety**: The spotlight blinds him. Applause echoes. Jon@rve stands before an #expectant audience. Will they embrace his performance or cast him aside? The fear of failure gnaws at him, but he plays anyway, pouring his #essence into the keys.

9. **The Muse's Departure**: The muse who once whispered melodies in his dreams vanishes. Jon@rve grapples with #silence, seeking new #sources of inspiration. Perhaps the rustling leaves or a child's laughter will #ignite his creativity #anew.

10. **The Final Note**: As Jon@rve ages, he reflects on his journey. His hands, weathered yet #graceful, play a final composition—a blend of #joy, #sorrow, and #acceptance. The audience weeps, knowing this is his swan song. But in that last #note, he finds #eternity.

And so, Jon@rve's road winds on—a #symphony of #highs and #lows, #crescendos and #decrescendos. His purpose remains clear: to #create, to resonate, and to find #beauty in #every measure of #life. 🎵🌟
 🎶🎧.

**Jon@rve** is a captivating figure, a blend of artistic spirit and rugged determination. Here's how he appears:

1. **Wild Tresses**: His hair, a cascade of #ebony waves, falls across his forehead. It's as if the notes of a #melancholic nocturne have woven themselves into his locks.

2. **Eyes of Resonance**: Jon@rve's eyes are deep pools of inspiration. They hold the wisdom of #countless #melodies and the curiosity of a perpetual seeker. Their color? Perhaps a stormy gray, reflecting both #tempests and calm #seas.

3. **Composer's Hands**: His hands—long-fingered and calloused—are the tools of his trade. They dance across #piano keys, coaxing out #harmonies or strumming guitar #strings with fervor. Ink stains mark his fingertips from #countless compositions.

4. **Bohemian Attire**: Jon@rve's wardrobe defies #convention. He wears faded jeans, patched at the knees, and a threadbare shirt adorned with music notes. A scarf, #vibrant and mismatched, wraps around his neck—an ode to #artisticrebellion.

5. **Tattooed Melodies**: Ink trails along his forearms—a symphony etched into skin. Notes swirl, treble clefs interlace with bass clefs, and a crescendo spirals toward his wrist. Each #tattoo tells a story—a sonnet of lost love, a ballad of #resilience.

6. **Weathered Boots**: His boots bear the scars of wanderlust. They've trodden through bustling city #streets and dew-kissed #meadows alike. Mud clings to their soles, a #testament to Jon@rve's journey.

7. **Silver Pendant**: Around his neck hangs a silver pendant—an #eighth note suspended on a delicate chain. It swings with each step, a metronome marking time. Some say it's his talisman, others, a #secret key to #unlock inspiration.

8. **Unconventional Gaze**: When Jon@rve looks at you, it's as if he peers into your soul. His gaze holds #vulnerability and defiance in equal measure. You wonder if he sees the world through a musical lens, where every heartbeat syncs to a #rhythm.

9. **Faded Sheet Music**: In his back pocket, crumpled and #cherished, rests a sheet of music. Its ink has blurred with time, but the notes #remain legible—a melody composed during a moonlit night when the stars whispered #secrets.

10. **Echo of Echoes**: Jon@rve carries an echo—an elusive presence that follows him. Some say it's the #ghost of a #forgotten composer, guiding his hand. Others believe it's the muse itself, weaving inspiration into his existence.

And so, Jon@rve walks the #road of life, his appearance a canvas painted by the music he creates—a symphony of #existence. 🎶✨

Fur Elise in C-Minor

Jon Arve Ovesen

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