The two await the unstruck sound
unconfronted.
Apart and stainless.
Impossible, yet apparent and whole.
Indestructible upon leaving
to the form between births
where the winds of the body dissolve
and enter the red and white drop.

The quartz hums in it's place
on the shelf
reflecting the roses.
Do not let the dust fall there.

There is a light on for you
where the solar plexus pulses
awaiting your radiating branches
and the evening redness on your skin.

Words by Riley Robinson

Anahata (Piano and Vocal Only)

Guitare solo, guitare picking, guitare avec une corde rythmique, basse, trompettes, violons  avec clavier synthétiseur. passage du galop à la main avec micro. Arrangement boite à rythme.

The Adventurers

Late nights. Cold winds. Heavy hearts.
This is the song for that person—the one who always shows up when the world feels too heavy.
“You Light My Candles” blends soul-soothing melodies with raw emotion, telling the story of a love that comforts, heals, and sets your world on fire.

If you’ve ever had someone be your light in the dark, this is your anthem.
If you are that light for someone else, this one’s for you too.

🎧 Press play, close your eyes, and let it take you somewhere warm.
💬 Drop a comment if it made you feel something.
🔁 Repost if someone lights your candles.

#soulful #love #acoustic #emotional #rideordie #newmusic #soundcloudpremiere

You Light My Candles

Melty Shining Spec

Follow your heart (don't let yourself be distracted)

🎼I sell song lyrics, including those that have already been published, as well as ideas for music videos based on ready-made scenarios. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺

🎼Продаю тексты песен, включая те, что уже опубликованы, а также идеи для клипов, основанные на готовых сценариях. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺

(Куплет 1) 
Солнце жжёт, кухня пуста 
Вижу спину тонкий стан Ммм 
Пот стекает по шее вниз 
Тишину режу – шаг, как бритв! Тсс 
Резко руки – стан в кольцо! Ах! Вздрогнула 
Губы – в соль шеи! Дрожь по телу Ух! 
Чувствую тело – гармония линий 
А внизу – взрыв! Рвётся из ситца! О-да! 
Ладони вниз вверх скользят 
Бёдрами двигаю: вперёд круг назад Ох! 
Твердь под тканью – мой магнит! 
Поцелуй глубже Огонь горит! Да! 
 
Припев 
Ахх! Вижу взгляд темнее ночи 
На колени! Чмок! Твой вкус – пророчит 
Мммф Языком – бугорок нашёл! Ох! 
Слышу, как поёт твоё тело! Да! 
Ррраз! Красный шёлк – моя добыча! Шшш 
Вдохнул аромат Кипит кровища! Уф! 
Чувствую, как бёдрами движешь! О-о-да! 
Мой рот – твой трон! Кончай же! Громче! А-А! 
Влажный пир! Иууу! Стон твой – мой аккорд! 
Твоя струя – мой сладкий приворот! 
 
Куплет 2 
Диван. Ух! Моя власть 
Вижу след по трусам страсть! Ох! 
Твои губы сквозь ткань Ммм 
Трусы долой! Шшш! Освобождаюсь! Да! 
Взгляд на головку Темна, влажна Ох! 
Твоя рука у корня – властна! Ах! 
Голова вниз! Глууу Принимаешь весь! Иии! 
Слышу хрип но держишь! Молодец! Да! 
Глубже! М-м-м-да! Волосы в кулак! Ррр! 
Загоняю в глотку! Кхе! Твой знак! Ох! 
Ритм! Чафк! Чафк! Слюны поток 
Кончай ртом! Выпей сок! А-А! 
 
Припев 
Ахх! Вижу взгляд темнее ночи 
На колени! Чмок! Твой вкус – пророчит 
Мммф Языком – бугорок нашёл! Ох! 
Слышу, как поёт твоё тело! Да! 
Ррраз! Красный шёлк – моя добыча! Шшш 
Вдохнул аромат Кипит кровища! Уф! 
Чувствую, как бёдрами движешь! О-о-да! 
Мой рот – твой трон! Кончай же! Громче! А-А! 
Влажный пир! Иууу! Стон твой – мой аккорд! 
Твоя струя – мой сладкий приворот! 
 
Мостик 
Стоп! Взгляд мой: "Хочу внутрь!" Ох! 
Платье – рву! Ррраз! Шшш! Бюст – к чёрту! Ах! 
Голая Ммм Красота Мой трофей! 
Разворачиваю спиной Шея Спина Рою! Уф! 
Наклоняю! Ай! Волосы – в захват! Ррр! 
Ягодицы – хлоп! Шлёп! Член к щели! Да! 
Чпок! Резко вглубь! А-АХ! До самого дна! Оооо! 
Вышел Шлёп! Вошёл! О-о-да! Моя весна! 
 
Куплет 3 
Шлёп! Шлёп! По плоти звон! Ага! 
"Ты моя! Ох! Туга, как Рай!" Ммм! 
Бам! Бам! Бам! Глубже! Жестче! Иии! 
"Хочу видеть страх наслажденья!" Ах! Разворот! Чпок! Вход! 
Ууух! Губы! Мммф! Язык! Слёп! 
Ногу на плечо! О-О-ДА! Глубже! Всё! А-А! 
Слышу: "Не останавливайся! Умоляю! Ох!" 
"Хорошо?! Ах! Люблю! Да! Твоя киска вся дрожит!" 
"Сильнее! Иии! Я А-А! Почти Ооо!" 
"Вместе! Да! Кончай! Ох! Богиня! А-АХ! Моя!" 
 
Финал 
БАМ-БАМ-БАМ! Последний штурм! А-А-А! 
Глубже в тебя! Ух! Ногти в спину! Ай! Боль! Да! 
Иии-и-и! Твой беззвучный крик! Хааа! Тело дугой! Ооо! 
Вой! Мой стон! А-А-А-А! Выброс! Взрыв! Волной! 
Уууфф Чувствую пульс Дрожь М-м-м Море Слиянье 
Ха Ха Ха Пот Тишина Спазмы Блаженство Признанье! А-а-а Моя.

SAMAD - Твоя Влажность

I'm not gonna lie to you guys, this one's gonna assault your ears.  It's rough and nasty.  This is actually a live version of a track we released years ago, originally called "Who Were Fanny And Phaggot?"  This is also the only song to feature our occasional bassist, Dick Wartz, who plays bass on both versions.  Gremescer plays guitar and vocals, and Mick Mack is on drums.  This track was recorded on a Tascam 4 track tape machine, and believe me, it shows.  There's some mighty fine tape rasp and hiss in there for some of the real audiophiles out there.  Don't say you weren't warned.  

Recorded on July 29, 2025

Dark Slide of the Moon - Live

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Caught in the Non Act: excerpt upcoming "a Rock-or-Die Opera"
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music: beats and tune by szalap  @kacper-razdwarazdwa
// ...and additional samples
by fictionalive
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lyrics written and 
narration provided by fictionalive
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excerpt of:
The Stage On Which You Perform: a 'Rock-or-Die' Opera 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/a-rock-or-die-opera


fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Thursday, August 8th, 2025
time - 10:39 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today: chaos unfolds —
clouds weep showers of sorrow,
laughter born from disbelief

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// keep shining, crazy little diamond

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"Caught in the Non Act"

At first glance, the phrase seems paradoxical—a riddle whispered in smoke. To be “caught” suggests interruption, perhaps even exposure, yet what is unveiled is the “non act,” a moment defined not by what is done, but what is left undone, unwilled, unexpressed. Here, systems of intention and volition collapse; the actor is held—and holding—precisely at the threshold of action.

I. The Paradox of Presence and Absence

To be “caught in the non act” is to be present at the site of absence. This title evokes the liminal: a threshold where anticipation, hesitation, or silent refusal takes the stage. It aligns with Zen thought—the uncarved block, the sound of one hand clapping—gestures toward meaning that reside in emptiness, stillness, and restraint.

II. Agency in Inaction

Is inaction itself a form of agency? Existentialist thinkers such as Sartre argued that even not-choosing is a choice. To be caught in the non act is to dwell in the suspended animation of potential—the lived tension before choice crystallizes into commitment. Here, the subject is not powerless but powerful in withholding, sabotaging the momentum of events through refusal or hesitation. The non act radiates with possibility, every moment of not-acting echoing futurities never realized.

III. Surveillance and Self-Reflection

“Caught”—by whom? By others, or by the self? If the non act is witnessed, it takes on the texture of surveillance: the fear or thrill of being seen not doing. It is the existential snapshot of one’s truth in the gap, the moment between mask and face, a zone often more revealing than any overt gesture. Inwards, it becomes conscience—self-apprehension at the point of procrastination, moral paralysis, or pure contemplation.

IV. Contemporary Resonance

In an era pressed by productivity and ceaseless motion, “Caught in the Non Act” resists the cult of doing. It honors withdrawal, indecision, the strategic pause, and the mysterious freedom in simply not complying, not reacting, not perpetually performing. To be caught in the non act is perhaps to find, at last, a clearing in the relentless forest of demands—a sacred ambiguity where the self can listen more closely for the next true move.

V. Aesthetic Echoes

The phrase dances with ambiguity and negative space. Like a photograph of a ghost, it suggests presences that can only be glimpsed obliquely—what remains hauntingly unfinished, the beauty in longing rather than attainment. It is the space between musical notes, the silence that frames the utterance, the spell before awakening.

Final Reflection

"Caught in the Non Act" thus stands as a quietly rebellious banner—an enigma that encourages us to ponder the riches of stillness, hesitation, potential, and refusal. It asks us: what, in this stopped moment, have you discovered about movement, intention, and meaning itself? Sometimes—the non act is the truest revolution.

Caught in the Non Act: excerpt upcoming "a Rock-or-Die Opera"

Music from game „Love Letters“ made in 4 days hours for GMTK Gamejam 2025 by Nozomu Games: https://nozomu57.itch.io/love-letters

Made for the GMTK Game Jam 2025, which had 9,649 entries, this soundtrack scored 115th in Audio, putting it in the top 1.2% of soundtracks worldwide.

Love Letters (Main Theme)

a song for after fast dance time a relaxing moment with something depp inside

RESTLESS!

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Track down our  latest shit  on Spotify, Amazon or  any of the usual portals of listenable transaction. I also release stuff under my own name as well..... Cheers,  Mike Wodzinski and Russ Barnes

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