Conspire Against The Universe

Slowpoke Single

Slowpoke

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«Atmosphera» is the third track from my Retrospace series and it is available as a short and an extended version. This is the first time I’ve worked solely with Cherry Audio’s sound generators. I used the DCO-106 and Mercury-4 synths and the CR-78 for the drums, so I guess I’m a Cherry Audio fanboy now. And I have to say to them: Fantastic work, chaps! 🤩

Synthesizers: Cherry Audio DCO-106 and Mercury-4
Drums: Cherry Audio CR-78
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X

Atmosphera

Jazz
Piano
I made this track in 9 times 
The idea is to make it groove like a 4 
I think it does
I really love the spirit of it 
Initially, I was inspired by John ZORN's MASADA band for the bass line

THE 9 PLEDGES OF MADNESS

A song about a woman requesting someone's time.

NEED YOU

(Buck) Up (Prod. Ayzed)

Plugg’D N - Red

Lyrics:
She was the light in my darkest days
Her smile could brighten up my haze
We laughed, we talked for hours
I thought our love would overpower

But Lisa needed time to grow
She had to face her fears alone
I tried to hold on, but I knew
That letting go was the right thing to do

Lisa, I miss ya
Our memories linger in my mind
Lisa, I'll miss ya
I hope one day our paths will realign
The fun we had, the talks we shared
I'll cherish them, I'll always care
Lisa, I'll miss ya

But I know you need this time to find yourself
I thought I could be your solid ground
But you were lost and needed to be found
It's hard to watch you walk away
But I respect the choice you made

You said commitment scared you now
You needed space to figure out
What you want and who you are
I understand, but it leaves a scar

Lisa, I miss ya
Our memories linger in my mind
Lisa, I'll miss ya
I hope one day our paths will realign
The fun we had, the talks we shared
I'll cherish them, I'll always care
Lisa, I'll miss ya

But I hope you find your way
Lisa, I'll miss ya
I'll be here if you decide to stay

Lisa

Don’t Text the Dead

Life is a chain made of choices.
Every link got a voice in it.
You’re waiting on signs from the sky—
But what if the sign… is you?

You’re in the room but you feel stuck still,
Trapped in the silence that you won’t kill.
No “go,” no “stay,” just spinning wheels,
Afraid to move, afraid to feel.
The clock don’t rush, it waits on you,
But fear talks louder than the truth.
You hum the song of “maybe not,”
But every maybe leaves you lost.

What’s holding on to you so tight?
Is it safety… or just disguise?
If nothing changes, time will ask:
“Why’d you let your future pass?”

Today, you’re choosing your tomorrow,
For the self you dream at night.
Will you stay in borrowed sorrow—
Or walk into your fight?

You’re not weak, you’re just unsure,
But healing knocks on open doors.
Today for tomorrow—
You’re the spark you’re waiting for.

You want a promise, want it clear,
But change don’t whisper in your ear.
It shows up trembling, cold and raw,
And asks: “Will you walk at all?”
What if the fear is just the gate
To something real you’ve yet to face?
And peace is waiting past the ache—
But first, you gotta break.

(You keep sayin’) "I’m waitin’ for a sign, a shift,
some push from the sky, some magic lift.”
But truth is, nothing moves till you do—
the mountain you fear is just part of you.
You pray for clarity,
but ignore the mirror.
You say you’re stuck,
but the door’s way nearer
than you think—it’s cracked, it’s open wide,
but stepping through means killing pride.
You talk ‘bout comfort like it’s peace,
but peace don’t shrink, it releases.
Comfort’s a blanket over rot—
you warm in it, but you forgot…
You forgot what your soul sounds like,
buried it deep under “Not tonight.”
“Not this week,”
“Not while I’m tired,”
But time don’t pause when you’re uninspired.
You scared of failing,
so you stall on purpose.
But every “safe” choice
is still a version
of death—a slow one, masked as calm.
You’re bleeding dreams, but showing palms.
What if no one’s coming to drag you out?
What if it’s you who’s gotta shout—
gotta break, gotta scream,
gotta say: “This ain’t my dream!”
Gotta leave what feels like home
to build a place you’ve never known.
And maybe you fall, maybe you cry,
maybe you fail a hundred times.
But silence never wrote a song.
Stillness never proved fear wrong.
You ain’t broken—just delayed,
caught in shadows that you made.
But even dusk can birth a dawn—
if you decide to carry on.

(Yeah, today) you’re shaping your tomorrow,
Every breath a brushstroke wide.
Will you stay beneath the shadow,
Or step into your light?

The chain is open,
The key is you.
Your future’s waiting,
Say: “I’m coming through.”

(Yeah, today) you’re shaping your tomorrow,
Every breath a brushstroke wide.
Will you stay beneath the shadow,
Or step into your light?

The chain is open,
The key is you.
Your future’s waiting,
Say: “I’m coming through.”

Lisa

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