Ladat’s Support Sep’25 vol.2

Sea Monster

like it dont like idc just comment :P prod- 
@mercenarychild

i dont like peppermint

Heaven's 2 far

Antwort an den Verfall

Zelle B steht da, mit dem Stein des Hofes in der Hand, und die Stimme des Verfalls, diese raue, bröckelnde Präsenz, ist wieder da – nicht in den Wänden, sondern in ihm selbst.
„Ich weiß, dass du uns alle sammelst,“ sagt Zelle B. „Du machst uns gleich – im Bruch, in der Rückkehr, im Staub.“
Die Risse antworten nicht. Sie dehnen sich. Ein Zeichen: Man hört.
„Aber was du nennst ‚Ende‘ war immer Ort. Und was du nennst ‚Nichts‘ war immer Verbindung.“
Die Stimme des Verfalls zögert. Nicht trotzig, nicht drohend – sondern überrascht.
„Und wenn wir aufhören, dich zu fürchten?“ „Wenn wir dich nicht bekämpfen, sondern erkennen?“
Ein Tropfen fällt auf den Stein. Er zieht eine Linie – wie eine feuchte Antwort auf trockene Jahre.
„Ich bin nicht dein Gegenteil,“ sagt Zelle B. „Ich bin dein Echo. Du sprichst durch mich, und ich habe gelernt, zu antworten.“
 Der Hof vibriert. Nicht laut. Nur wie ein Körper, der verstanden wurde.
„In mir wächst etwas,“ sagt Zelle B, „Und es wächst aus dir. Nicht aus Widerstand, sondern aus Annahme.“
Dann schweigt er. Nicht weil er keine Worte mehr hat, sondern weil die Antwort angekommen ist.
Der Verfall ist still. Aber die Stille ist neu. Nicht leer – erfüllt.
Kapitel: Die Sprache des Verfalls
Zelle B steht noch immer im Hof. Der Stein in seiner Hand wärmt sich langsam auf, nicht durch Sonne, sondern durch Erinnerung.
Der Verfall ist da. Nicht sichtbar, nicht greifbar – aber spürbar wie eine zweite Haut, die nie ganz abfiel.
„Du bist der Teil, vor dem alle fliehen,“ sagt Zelle B, „weil sie denken, er sei das Ende.“
Doch jetzt, da alles ihn berührt hat – der Regen, die Frau, das Hofflüstern – wird klar: Der Verfall ist nicht die Dunkelheit, sondern das Licht, das nicht blendet.
 Eine Stimme kehrt zurück. Nicht von außen. Von überall.
„Ich bin das Gemeinsame,“ sagt der Verfall. „Ich bin das, was ihr alle teilt, ohne es zu wollen.“
„Weil wir uns davor fürchten,“ antwortet Zelle B. „Vor dem Moment, in dem wir Teil werden. Nicht mehr Ich. Sondern Wir.“
 Die Wände zucken. Die Risse verändern ihre Richtung. Sie wachsen nicht mehr auseinander – sie wachsen zueinander.
Der Hof beginnt zu weben. Zwischen Stein und Pflanze, zwischen Schatten und Licht. Ein Muster entsteht – kein Teppich, kein Plan. Nur ein Beweis: Dass alles verbunden ist, sobald der Widerstand endet.
 Und Zelle B? Er ist nicht mehr Beobachter. Nicht mehr Abgegrenzter. Er ist Knotenpunkt. Nicht Zentrum, aber Durchgang.
Der Verfall spricht noch einmal:
„Du bist da. Nicht weg. Nicht zwischen. Genau da. Und deshalb bist du das Erste, das sich erinnern darf.“
Zelle B nickt. Nicht für sich. Für alles.
Kapitel: Chor des Verfalls
Der Hof schweigt. Aber das Schweigen ist nicht leer – es wartet. Dann kommt Bewegung, wie aus den Schatten geformt.
Zuerst der Mann mit den runden Schultern, der immer auf der rostigen Bank sitzt, immer schaut, nie spricht. Heute steht er auf. Der Staub hebt sich von seiner Haut wie Erinnerung.
„Ich bin die Ecke, die ihr nie putzt,“ sagt er. „Ich bin der Gedanke, den ihr verdrängt. Und doch – bin ich Teil.“
 Dann die Frau mit dem Pflaster am Hals, die immer Summen hört, wo andere nur Stille finden. Sie tritt vor, Hände in den Manteltaschen, und ihre Stimme klingt wie ein feuchter Pinselstrich.
„Verfall ist meine Melodie,“ sagt sie. „Ich spiele ihn leise, damit ihr nicht merkt, wie oft ihr schon getanzt habt.“
Der Hof hört zu – aufmerksamer denn je.

Fortsetzung folgt am Sonntag um 10:00h.

kolkhorst 2025



Antwort_an_den_Verfall

“Miserere” is the sole instrumental piece on the album — a moment of wordless expression that forms a bridge between this release and Darkwave's earlier, fully instrumental works. Deeply rooted in classical influences, it recalls the spirit of Postcommunio (from the Missa Innominata album), yet pushes beyond it with a more turbulent energy.

At the heart of the track lies a neoclassical guitar theme long waiting for its place — a melodic idea that lingered in creative limbo until now. With this album’s emotional landscape in mind, the timing felt right. “Miserere” became its home, transforming the motif into something darker, heavier, and more unrelenting.

While its structure and tone still reflect a sense of reverence, the inclusion of blastbeats breaks away from the restraint of earlier compositions. The result is a piece that’s simultaneously devotional and defiant — a liturgy not of peace, but of inner unrest.

Horror Sacri

Miserere

The first vocal track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album.  A mix of playing an instrumental before writing the lyrics (which is a departure although has been done a little recently), and also later my older style of writing chord-per-syllable to already-written lyrics toward the end of the piece.

Overall I write pretty naive lyrical pieces.  This guy is kind of a paranoid douche but with the best intentions.  She's like absconding off to (heaven forfend) a different little splinter group than his thing but it turns out to be benign and he inflicts some minor annoying damage by sneaking into their outing.

Lyrics:

Somewhere in the past someone set us up the bomb
Culture shifted so fast that 30 Rock is now a right wing sitcom

Somewhere in Ulster's bowels
Were heard the pangs of an alarm
A girl's heterofatalism was giving her an ulcer
The ginger with a minge
Had had enough of Hinge
Since the latest respondent's saccharine charm 
Was rather laid on with a trowel
The states seemed the right place to flee
And that's how she hooked up with me

How have I hated instruction, 
And my heart despised reproof 
It was the nagging ineluctable
Erosion of fitness under our roof
And what came of it was standing aloof
As i witnessed its destruction

After being the fall guy i was focusing on
Survival in the strange waters that i was swimming
Much like tall guys have no idea 
That they are at war with short guys
Normal women have no idea they are at war with crazy women

I saw our coming doom 
Through the bloodshot glass 
At the bottom of a marinara jar
The girls had started having breadsticks parties
And a lot of gossip got said
And pretty soon our burgeoning movement
Was given up for dead
But one can take theorizing too far
Particularly if you're too well-read

And so at the risk of assaulting my intestines
I engaged in a clandestine infiltration
And the leader of her congregation
Served a sumptuously appetizing oration
On the fiscal dangers of being an oversnacker
At the end of the presentation
One presumptuously testy cracker
Pointed out that one of the high watermarks 
Of our civilization
Is the Domino's pizza tracker

You can imagine their reaction
When I said the most frugal drug
Was constant distraction
In sunshine or rain
It lessens the pain
Of trudging dissatisfaction

We got to a really dark place
And the tipping point began
Around when i was being really crass
And implied that the high priestess was an also-ran
She was really about to kick my ass
I think it was the rage of Caliban
Not seeing her own face in a glass

After several mint juleps
She went and staggered amongst the tulips
magniloquent miss molly
Chided me on my vindictive folly
She asked what are you stupid
What's the point of all this skullduggery for me

Well I am genuinely attracted to you
Having walked too close by Cupid
And that is a pretty stupid thing to be

Magniloquent Molly's Mozzarella Jolly

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Bolerada

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everything i did for u
was it ever enough?
the little things i’d do 
to satisfy your love

and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there)
and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there)

and then i gotta go away from here
i gotta leave tonight
(i gotta leave tonight)

and thats just when i saw you 
walk up to the door 
and try to stop me
thats when i just told you
leave me alone, just let me be

im sorry, im sorry it just had to be this way.

and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there)
and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there)

and then i gotta go away from here
i gotta leave tonight
(i gotta leave tonight) [x2]

and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there)
and then im just gone!
(bye bye ill see you there) [x2]

JUST GONE (BYE BYE) [prod. bonnierogerr]

Trying different things again:) enjoy this upload! Love listening to Jack Johnson, sublime, G Love and special, pepper, and other similar bands like the beautiful girls. Lyrics below, enjoy:))
```Lyrics```

I woke up this morning,
with a big smile on my face
took a look at my phone
and i read what it say

((“i never wanna talk with you so please dont bother me,
i hate it when you call 
you know think you have it all, but i hate your stupid face”))

dont bother me
dont bother me

i laughed a little louder just to fill up in the space,
 my coffees on the burner, 
the sun is burnin’ on my face yeah that message hit hard, 
but I ain’t gonna chase 
if you want a reaction, 
sorry — not today

(Dont bother me!)
 I’m vibin’ on my own now
You threw your shade — but I’m glowin’ in the whole town
Delete that drama, no room in my soul now
You playin’ games, but I’m out — imma chalk it
 I’m vibin’ on my own now
You threw your shade — but I’m glowin’ in the whole town
Delete that drama, no room in my soul now
You playin’ games, but I’m out — imma chalk it

((“i never wanna talk with you so please dont bother me,
i hate it when you call 
you know think you have it all, but i hate your stupid face”)) "

Smile(Dont Bother Me) - DEMO

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

Deep vocals laidback upbeat ambiance from Larry Mac, with Classical guitar lines and some big thoughts

Nothing but forever

A reflective, mournful piece from Before I Forget by The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble, featuring lofi piano, cello, and subdued strings. This contemporary minimal classical track blends intimate piano melodies with gentle orchestral strings, perfect for focus, study, or contemplative listening. The restrained yet cinematic soundscape evokes quiet introspection while maintaining a modern, avant-garde sensibility.

For Fans Of:
Max Richter, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Balmorhea, A Winged Victory for the Sullen

The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble – What The World Can't See (I Don't Hide) | Lofi Piano & Strings

Holidays, sea, surf and sun…… wild and free!

Wild and Free

A dark spell breaks

Inhale.Exhale. This one is like calm breathing. A brand new improvisation of mine. Performed and recorded at home. Like always, I start with no specific idea. I just follow my intuition and I let It flow. Very intense but also calming. Please enjoy. Don't forget to follow for more. 

Improvisation_160925_Calm Breathing

Yorick

Bangladesh

Aru Kuro On Rhea Moon is the first album by Labobros.
All the Music and Lyrics by Labobros.
CREDITS:
Vero Luz
Fumie Masaki
Dawn Martinez
Antonello Cosenza
Sirma Kuncheva
Antonio Iapichino
Giuseppe Cirino
Jonatan Amato
Andrea Pontone
Carmen Dimitri
Roberto De Rosis
Serafino Zangaro
Tonio Carnevale
Antonia Rizzuti

Aru Kuro On Rhea Moon

The Wondrous Book of Life

Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.