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Hollow coves - Open road (Toni)

Music, Vocals & Lyrics: Anand Bhaskar
Vocals: Anand Bhaskar 
Music Co-written by: Adhiraj Singh 
Produced By: Adhiraj Singh
Tracked, Mixed and Mastered by Adhiraj Singh at Refractor Studios
Lyrics: Anand Bhaskar
Violin: Ajay Jayanthi

Mera Safar

Mera Safar, Meri Tarah, 
Aake Yahaan, Tham Sa Gaya
Aankhein Meri, Dekhe Jahaan, 
Tum The Jahaan, Maoi Bhi Wahaan


Sunn Lo Meri, Ye Dastaan, 
Khwaabon Ka Jo, Tha Karwaan, 
Pal Pal Meri, Yaadon se Jo, 
Jab Jab Basaa, Mera Jahaan

Is Mod Par, Phir Ye Dagar, 
Hum Se Kahe, Chal Humsafar,
Yaadon Ki Ye, Sargoshiyaan, 
Hum Se Kahe, Hum Hain Wahaan, Hum The Jahaan..

Mera Safar

KMT KI Media 2025 (20.10.2025)
Album Nr. 170 "Dance of Despair by KMT" - Style: Gothic, Rock, Metal, Industrial, EBM, Darkwave | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: English

Thema: Enter a desolate world of industrial decay and haunting beauty with 'Dance of Despair.' This album delves into the depths of despair, exploring themes of loss, isolation, and the struggle for hope amidst a bleak landscape.

From the driving industrial beats to the soaring gothic melodies, each track paints a vivid picture of a world on the brink. Immerse yourself in a sonic landscape where darkness and beauty intertwine, and discover the resilience of the human spirit in the face of overwhelming despair.

Track 01: Solace in Shadows
gothic rock, orchestral, dark romantic

Track 03: Shadows in Your Eyes
Gothic metal, industrial

Track 05: Echoes of Yesterday
darkwave, EBM

Track 07: Frosted Love
Gothic Rock, Ballad

Track 09: Shadow Waltz
darkwave, orchestral, atmospheric

Track 11: Eternal Shadows
symphonic metal, gothic metal

Track 13: Fallen Grace
Gothic Rock

Track 15: Shadows of the Last Breath
deathrock, punk, gothic rock

Track 17: Silent Storm
dark ambient, gothic

Track 19: Steel Hearts and Hollow Eyes
industrial, gothic

Track 21: A Kiss at Midnight
Gothic Pop, synthpop, darkwave

Track 23: Fleeting Days
neoclassical darkwave, classical, melancholic

Track 25: Endless Echoes
Gothic, doom metal

Track 27: Realm of Shadows
Dark Folk, Gothic

Track 29: Echoes of You
orchestral, gothic

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Thank you for your time. Enjoy your journey through my artificially created musical paradise.

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08 Frosted Love v2

B.o.B Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray

Airplanes, Pt. II (feat. Eminem & Hayley Williams of Paramore)

Well nighttime passes, but the dark remains
and I was feelin’ like a little child, but I am loathe to place blame
on that lioness-esque woman, who will go here unnamed
she was looking in me for a lion, when she found it so tame

On that erstwhile May morning, I took the 6 downtown to Spring
and I was writing something elegiac, that I never learned to sing
but I think that it was this song, just four years premature
and I remember crossing out the line - “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we’re fighting for

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god)

Well nighttime passes and the dark retreats
I hand it over to my upper angel who visits me in sleep
we’re in the field beyond the right and wrong and the fallacy of form
you can call it what you wanna call it, I just say “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we are fighting for
So if we don’t care to fight no more
let’s go upstairs and let’s shut the door

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god) illuminate

The Rains

Real Peach

Summer Clothes

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Tidal Wave

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Wild World

New track "Run" available Feb 22, 2019.

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Run - Single

Who ruffles feathers and gets excited when the dark clouds gather rain?

Who is he that plays the flute when the skies swell and threaten to burst? If you will, whoever you are, always remember that vanity is futile
So go take a hike

Sailing out in the stormy seas, there are only a few that brave the elements

But who joins the lowly fisherman to cast his net? And who joins me when reeds are chopped to build a nest? Who gets to share the nectar filled up in a bamboo shoot? When grains are ready, swaying in the fields, who would be my sickle to harvest it? 

Come along

Let’s watch tribals dance, let’s join in their rhythm and song

Bravely walk across to a place where wild beasts roam to watch a kingfisher perched on the horns of an antelope

Come hike the jungle-path

Let’s build a tree house hidden from the world and sing and dance behind creeper curtains…`


Nada Nada

In the backdrop of dark clouds threatening to burst into rain, the idol of the Goddess arrives on a caparisoned tusker. The skies rumble ~ “Thimi thimi takkam thei thei” ~ for she who is worshiped in the Malayalam month of Karkidaga (during monsoon time between mid-July and mid-August). Ladles of rainwater pour down into the temple courtyard and the sky lights up in the colours of the rainbow. The dance of the peacock reminds one of locks of hair set free…the clouds fill-up, dissolve, drip and float away.

Karukara

Chekele describes the plight of an agrarian couple Chathan and Neeli.

The farmer and his wife awoke before dawn and arrived at the thambran’s (landlord) house to mark their attendance before working the fields. At the paddy field, they find the crop destroyed due to flooding. Chathan, worried about his next meal, wonders if he could get a simple porridge at dusk. “Madathilendunde kachikudikkan aiye Andekadi ke daathi” (is there anything at home that can be boiled and drunk for dinner, my dear? He asks). A failed crop, is a failed year…when the harvest festival of Kerala ~ Onam ~ comes, this year, the couple will be unable to participate in the ritual of giving handsel, a token gift of food and grains to the landlord.

The farmer’s predicament takes him and his wife into the forest for sustenance. The last-remaining sweet-tasting food they brought along for the journey has attracted ants and the cane basket that they carried their belongings in has come undone…

But despite being unlucky, the journey into the forest gives the couple a chance to be alone; never losing sight of each other they climb many hills, hastily.


Chekele

My Arms Were Always Around You - Peter Bradley Adams

Slow Tide - EP

Take Me Home

Sometimes, a universe of meaning can be found in a question from a child. When Marc Scibilia’s five-year-old daughter asked him about death, words failed. So, he sat on his back steps and wrote More to This—a plaintive tune about life’s big dilemmas and blessings shared with those we love. In an uncertain age, the song struck a chord with listeners, becoming a viral sensation overnight.

The Buffalo-bred, Nashville-based singer-songwriter makes soulful music on his own terms, channeling the national mood. Finding inspiration in folk, country, alternative and anthemic pop music, he has crafted a distinctly American sound that's rueful yet buoyed by hope.

Driving it all is Scibilia's determination to stay grounded by what really matters. It's a lesson the fiercely independent artist's five-year-old helped teach him. “You chase things your whole life,” says Scibilia. “But the real blessings and beauty of life are right there with you the whole time.

Summer Clothes

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