A bit of a change of style but very effective on this track.

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I Promise I’ll Stop Loving You Tomorrow

With a vocal that's raw and honest, B of Briz confronts and consoles in this alt hip hop contemplation. In this melancholic retrenchment with a driving bassline, B asks: what happens when stuff’s gone really badly wrong? How do we resist and recover and regroup?  With broken beats, 'Profoundly sick society' is a dark and dystopic acknowledgment that's also full of hope.

Profoundly sick society

Sing Our Souls

This is a song about using your wings :-)
I used my workbench to record and sample some of the sounds used in this song. Please let me know if you like it.

"Fly away" written by KL
Recorder (Blockflöte) by SL (my 9 year old daughter)
Vocals, Synthesizer and Drums by KL
Cover art painted by SL & KL

Fly away

My brand new song is a pop/rock track about regret, lost love, and longing. Have you Ever felt the same - have you?🫶

Have you ever

Inspired by the greatest Depeche Mode and their Strange Love

Strange Love DNB

Music never stops, I'm still here ;)

"THE RIGHT HANDS" 

Lyrics by Mark Bloss
Music by AI assist from suno.com

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

Once the keepers of the gold became the keepers of the law,
And people bowed to rules that only served the few who saw
A kingdom made of lack, a fear they could ignite—
And slowly all those borrowed truths were carved into “the right.”

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Gold on the table, writing laws in the dark,
Selling halos to the faithful just to fracture their hearts.
They preach the rules like scripture,
Raise ‘em up ‘til they’re “divine,”
But every little holy law was just a dollar in disguise.

And I’m done with the threats, with the fear they sell,
With the kingdoms built on pockets instead of selves.

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Good isn’t gilded, good isn’t bought—
Good is the courage to say this stops.
No more thrones made of borrowed breath.
No more gods built on someone’s debt.
Let every soul have room to breathe—

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

The right hands aren’t the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

The Right Hands

Kingdoms Lost Away was, in my opinion, one of the best off the album. It's about someone I met in the fall, my expectations for the future, and the struggles along the way. 
The song starts with a smooth bass line and a man coughing in a coffee shop. It continues with a rap/rhyme of every thought that came to my head at the moment. After the rap has processed in your head, a synthesizer fades in with harmonizing vocals. 
Everything is recorded in a 17-year-old's bedroom, with an old synth, a few vintage guitars, a gifted bass guitar, and a 17-year-old bum.

I drew the album cover in 2024 and decided it fit the song nicely.

Kingdoms Lost Away

Dreams

I write songs in dark cafes......



Update: I'm currently working on a double album of songs inspired by the diner scene from the 1984 film Starman.

The following releases are available on Itunes, Amazon, Spotify, Napster etc…. 

Delirium’s Dread Heart EP (2021)
Pressed Flowers EP (2021)
One More Time With Healing EP (2020)
Gravity's Incarnation EP (2019)
Darkness And Distraction EP (2017)
Lost Cosmonauts EP (2017)
Gothic Lullabies EP (2017)
Letters To Yulia EP (2016)
Soda Fountain Songs EP (2014)

The following compilation is available on Bandcamp:

Glow In The Dark Stars (2012-2020 Retrospective)

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