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Yntelligent - "Atlantis (feat. AnonBeats)"

Glass God

pisces

Lyrics

Tell all the voices, 
That are swimming in your head.
"They are not real' she cried,
They worked you till your fingers bled.
Go tell Aunt Polly,
What a good little boy you've been.
You want to be a rock star,
But you're somewhere in between. 

Yeah . . . Here comes a breakdown, 
Yeah . . . Another shakedown. 
Yeah . . . Who wears the fake crown?

Tell me when your ready,
I ain't got the time to spare. 
I am heading for the country, 
As I know somebody there.
Who will feed me, who will clothe me?
Who will tell me things are fine.
While that old green worm,
Eats its way into my mind. 

Yeah . . . Another breakdown, 
Yeah . . . Another shakedown, 
Yeah . . . Who wears the fake crown?

You lost your sense of humour, 
Somewhere back along the way.
You used to find it funny,
Till you fell into decay.
Go tell all the voices,
That are swimming in your head,
That the little green worm,
Has started turning red.

🪱 Little Green Worm – The DC Sound Project
A dark, surreal journey into the human mind — where ambition, madness, and decay all intertwine.
The voices whisper lies, the dreams corrode, and somewhere deep inside… the little green worm begins to feed.

This track walks the line between reality and delusion — a cautionary tale about the price of chasing greatness, told through haunting vocals, layered guitars, and shifting moods that echo the collapse within.

LITTLE GREEN WORM

long_distance_lovers.m4a

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Everybody thinks like me
They've written and spoken my words
relentlessly

Heads hiding behind windows
Hiding in plain sight
Down eaves of windowsills
Feet in rocks, anthracite

Auto apartment structures
They build themselves
All the time
No necessity, no reason, no rhyme

Chipped in winter
Line drawings of the words
Freezing the moment sweet
Capturing things you've never seen

You know you should stay
Strangers leave such obvious
clues along the way

Heart has made sense
Voted least likely to succeed
at any expense

The day I exceed
Take the dry rot and blooms out
that we will not need
April 10, 2025

Least Likely To Succeed

All I Evah Do

***If you want to join my band and live near Barcelona please drop me a message. I'm looking for a singer, a guitarrist, a bassist and a drummer to play the songs that I've composed!:)***

dannyvaughan.bandcamp.com/follow_me

Composed, produced and performed by Danny Vaughan

All rights reserved.

Hammer On The Thumb

“Into the Void” drifts into a state of exhaustion, numbness, and spiritual collapse. Opening with a solitary bass line, the track sinks into the sensation of being burned out, disconnected, and crushed beneath pressures that offer no relief. The verses paint a bleak picture of suffocation and emotional paralysis, while the chorus echoes the isolation of disappearing into an empty, silent abyss with no hand reaching back. The bridge brings a desperate struggle against the current — fragments of identity, scattered strength, and a fading instinct to survive. With its cold atmosphere, haunting progression, and sinking momentum, “Into the Void” captures the feeling of fading out of the world, not with rage, but with resignation.

Into the Void

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-seis-de-la-manana
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-6-de-la-ma-ana
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-seis-de-la-manana-version-original
Para escuchar la versión instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-seis-de-la-manana-version-instrumental

A las seis de la mañana

A ti, que cuando suena el reloj
sientes las garras de la pereza;
que abres las calles igual que yo
cuando aún vigilan las estrellas.

A ti, que nunca escuché tu voz
aunque te conozco desde siempre;
que te veo con frío y calor
pero seguimos estando ausentes.

A ti, quiero pedirte un favor:
que me dediques una sonrisa
por la mañana si, en tu opinión,
no tengo que ver al oculista.

Estribillo

A las seis de la mañana
casi no veo corbatas
ni uniformes salvadores
ni cochazos ni sotanas.

A las seis de la mañana
veo sólo a los obreros:
unos marchan y otros vuelven
silenciosos por el sueño.

A las seis de la mañana
¡ay! qué bien se está en la cama
sobre todo cuando tienes
bien cubiertas las espaldas.

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A ti, que tienes que trabajar
en la rutina, sin motivarte;
que estás sin fuerza para luchar
contra los que quieren explotarte.

A ti, que vives con la ilusión
de que un día cambiará tu suerte;
que los fines de semana son
los que mantienen viva la fuente.

Estribillo

AT SIX IN THE MORNING

To you, that when the clock rings
you feel the claws of laziness;
that you open the streets just like me
when the stars are still watching.

To you, who never heard your voice
although I've known you forever;
I see you hot and cold
but we are still absent.

I want to ask you a favor:
give me a smile
in the morning yes, in your opinion,
I don't have to see the eye doctor.

CHORUS

At six in the morning
I hardly see ties
nor rescue uniforms
neither cars nor cassocks.

At six in the morning
I see only the workers:
some leave and others return
Silent by sleep

At six in the morning
Oh! how good it is in bed
especially when you have
their backs well covered.

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To you, you have to work
in the routine, without motivating you;
that you are without strength to fight
against those who want to exploit you.

To you, who live with the illusion
that one day your luck will change;
that weekends are
those who keep the fountain alive.

I want to ask you a favor:
give me a smile
in the morning yes, in your opinion,
I don't have to see the eye doctor.

CHORUS

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