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https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/5ETZ9
Torculus audio
https://soundcloud.com/user-371074730
Lyrics
You have existed in this world (Tú has existido en este mundo)
You got used to its colours (Tú te habituaste a sus colores)
Still, I beg you (Con todo, te pido)
to look solely at me. (Que me mires solo a mí)

I feel you saw me as a blue man (Siento que me veías como a un melancólico hombre)
reduced to his weepy lament (Reducido a su lloroso lamento)
with heavy tears, with heavy tears. (Con pesadas lágrimas)

Give me a  black paper (Dame un papel negro)
and you'll be immersed in my whiteness (Y te encontrarás inmersa en mi blancura)
because I am a paperman, (pues soy un hombre de papel)
a paperman. (un hombre de papel)

Look through me and tell me now (Mira a través de mí y dime ahora)
"I'm not inside you!". ("No estoy dentro de ti!")

'Cause I'm the fog (Porque soy la niebla)
the yellow fog (La niebla amarilla)
and you passed away. (Y tú expiraste)

In this  tiny planet, (En este diminuto planeta)
your mind was linked with mine. (tu mente estaba unida a la mía)
Now I look inside you (Ahora miro en tu interior)
to find a void. (para encontrar un vacío)

The purpleness of your soul extincts, (Tu purpúrea alma se extingue)
disappears slowly in the fog (Desaparece lentamente en la niebla)
with no tears, with no tears. (Sin ninguna lágrima, sin ninguna lágrima)

Give me a  black paper
and you'll be immersed in my whiteness
because I'm a paperman now
a paperman.

Look through me and tell me again: (Mira a través de mí y dime de nuevo)
"I'm not inside you!".

'Cause I am the fog
the yellow fog
that regains this world (Que reconquista este mundo)

I´m a yellow fog- remasterizado por Torculus Audio

You Are The Light- Dance

Ride On - Tom and the Cats

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winning key - 23:8:2024, 7.59 am

Kentucky’s Not Lucky

I dug my grave the day you died
Into it, I tossed my pride

For months, I didn’t go outside
What was I supposed to do?

I was higher than a Crimson Tide
We weren’t the winners, I just got fried

Couldn’t live without One More Line
The branches weren’t all that Blue

Grabbed your keys and took the truck
It was dark, I didn’t give a fuck

Somewhere else I’ll strike some luck
I put the pedal to the metal and flew

This isn’t regular roulette
I was rushin’ to make a bet

Now I’ve got nothing left
I hope it’s enough to get me through

I can’t go back in time
So I scratch the next line

Lost the lottery of life
Kentucky’s not lucky without you 

Drove to every place in town
Watched the leaves change from red to brown

Spread like wildfires on the ground
I’m at the discretion of the wind

Wound up at a White House down the road
Pennsylvania was lonely and cold

Got suffocated by a sheet of snow
Learned lessons like I’ll never win

This isn’t regular roulette
I was rushin’ to make a bet

Now I’ve got nothing left
I hope it’s enough to get me through

I can’t go back in time
So I scratch the next line

Lost the lottery of life
Kentucky’s not lucky without you 

At night we used to pray
Lord, let us get to May

But that was yesterday
Now I’m all alone in the pew

I confess the things I couldn’t say
Then I take off like a stray

Search all night for a better place
There’s nothing left here in the queue

This isn’t regular roulette
I was rushin’ to make a bet

Now I’ve got nothing left
I hope it’s enough to get me through

I can’t go back in time
So I scratch the next line

Lost the lottery of life
Kentucky’s not lucky without you 

Kentucky’s not lucky without you
Kentucky’s not lucky without you

kentucky’s not lucky

What You Need

I will personally make your guitar ask for a divorce ;)

Enjoy! :D

Øvř-§hredəđ

🔥🔥Malice is a relentless anthem for those who dare to question the invisible chains that bind us. Dark synths collide with glitching soundscapes and guttural energy to unravel a world of control, deception, and rebellion. The world may feel unknown, but this track is the battle cry for those ready to defy it.🔥🔥

Lyrics

You can't handle it..

And I don't give a shit .

Signs etched in numbers, everywhere and nowhere
Maps of silence, redacted light beneath the pulse
They’ve made the earth a quiet maze of altered blueprints
New ruler stitched in shadow, a game behind glass walls

Tethers stretch, unseen thread cut/bind
As we breathe in the smoke of another design
There’s no need to see the chains, only the push
A gentle turn of screws masked as a softer touch

They feed the fires of absence, take root in our needs
We eat what they grow in the dark of altered fields
Hands trace the air, foreign compounds in our blood
Each inhale a forgotten taste, a coded flood 

It’s not a cage if you’ve never known the sky
Not a poison if it tastes like something you crave
For centuries they’ve carved this clock, tick by tick
So perfectly, the motion feels like freedom’s trick

Tethers stretch, unseen we coil and are bonded
As we breathe in the smoke of another design
There’s no need to see the chains, only the push
A gentle turn of the screws masked as a softer touch

Softer Touch..

Hands in the shadow, Turning the wheel.
A system of chains disguised as stainless steel needles.
We march to the beat of an unknown drum.
Bond by threads, invisible and numb.

Tethers stretched, the pulse divides.
In their sum of designs, the truth collides.
There's no need to see the chains only the hand,
turning the screws to make us stand.

The world unknown

The world unknown

The world unknown

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Malice

Cast of characters:

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – Takamine acoutic and Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, composition, lyrics, mix, and production

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – jaw harp. vocals, production, mix, and editing     

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- Yamaha Genos 2 for voices that include bagpipes, Celtic flute, and Hammond B3, along with the bagpipe and "off with her head" outro

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– mastering

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four string Fender Precision bass

This song started as a rough recorded by Tez on his acoustic and electric guitars. He also wrote the lyrics right off the bat, and introduced them to the rest of The Eclectic Collective by singing them as a rough, too. His vision for this was to create a song that sounded like it could've been recorded at Headly Grange. He also wanted it to feature instruments that wouldn't sound entirely out of place in Feudal Age Britain (between 1000-1600 C.E.) to carry the spirit of his lyrics.
  Tez always writes songs that are fun to learn and have cool changes, so the we all jumped in with both feet. Ken was first up with his Bonham like big, bad beat. To that, Josh added his P-bass, which he used a plectrum on, something he rarely does, trying to sound like JPJ to match Ken's energy. JJ came along next, adding his colorful mix of raucous organ, time period relevant Celtic flute, and outro bagpipes. He did the entire outro, in fact, including the "off with her head," line, too. 
  Once the music was all laid down, Tez tapped Mark to sing the humorous lyrics. Mark came through with flying colors on the vocal performance, as always, too. Mark also added the textural, boingy-sounding jaw harp in the chorus sections.
  Now that it was all in the can, Two of our master producers Tez and Mark mixed it, then asked the third, Stephen, to do the final mastering. It should be noted, too, that Mark also contributed significantly to the production, too, with his masterful editing skills.
  This was a really fun tune to put together, as we always have fun working on Tez's seeds. He is telling the tale of lust between two Feudal era peasants. Of course, it's rife with ribaldry, being as Tez is British. We hope you enjoy listening to this a much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original yrics by Llanpsych:

Verse 1


Working in the fields
All summer long
Glowing like the sun
Oh so fit and strong 
Feudal Woman
I like the way you move
Feudal Woman
I want to plough your groove
Verse 2

Loving in the dusk
Lying in the hay
Drinking hot cider
Till the end of the day 
Feudal Woman
I like the way you move
Feudal Woman
I want to plough your groove

Feudal Woman Blues-Eclectic Collective

les oiseaux s'amusent

Flaminog at Elcipse feels like a cinematic ride through personal transformation, love gone wrong, and the often-absurd, melancholy beauty of being alive in a fragmented world. The locations — New York, Barcelona, America at large — aren't just backdrops but emotional terrains. There’s a narrator throughout who is wandering both geographically and psychologically. He is reflective, funny, yearning, or dreaming, but always searching for something lost or never attained.

Tonally, the album moves between:

Melancholy realism and surreal memory
Romantic loss and fleeting escape
Gritty urbanity and phantom nostalgia
There’s humor in the pain, style in the stumbling, poetry in the mess.

What You Need

Matt James