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Burning
She dreamed of us
She dreamed of this world
In peace and trust
And a trace of childlike mindlessness
For she was not very old
When she thought of us
Her children
Whom she raised in love
And we grew enough
Enough to make her mothers heart so proud
And she felt love
Only to be raped and tortured by her own seed.

If I had a wish for free,
What would it be?
Would I wish for her
Or wish for me?
While we tell ourselves 
What good we are
We keep on telling ourselves 
The way we are

This world is burning alive
While we do not see
This world is burning alive
While we fall asleep

While we tell ourselves on and on 
That we will make up for it again 
Bound by the chain of suffering
She waits for the dawning of mental growing
The abuse feels like home by now
The abuse feels like home, like home

This world is burning alive
While we do not see
This world is burning alive
While we fall asleep

Let her flames devour the indifferent ones
May at least this be granted
She would had OD´ed long ago
But she wasn´t able to
She felt love for love for us
She felt love for love for us
She felt love for love for us
She felt love for love for us
Unable to hate
She didn't even know that there was hate
And rape and war
She never needed all of that

Burning

Almost musical theatre style pop song. Written from a viewpoint of a friend watching a friend get strung along by a married guy, but she hasn’t worked that out yet.

She’s Holding Out For Him

"I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm;

And yet it brings the storm to bear.
I twang it out and leave it there."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - twang it out

WAY TOO LOUD INCORP

please blast in my face

Recorded and Written  @ Studio B

TOO BLIND 2C

Towards in the end of a relationship, there are many stages (like with death).

The end of the song symbolises the confusion that comes with overthinking and a lack of sleep

In The End

Spectra Noir conjures a world suspended between grief and revelation.

Perfect for late-night introspection, rituals, or cinematic immersion.
If you f with Chelsea Wolfe, Dead Can Dance, or William Basinski—this is for you.

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Ilum Tangendo

Created by Matteo Neufeld

Mixed & vocals on track 7 by Mike Noyce

Mastered and drums by Chad Skinner

Clarinet from Clariloops

Backing Vocals by N. Sherman, Kailee Duggan & James Balehowsky

Sax by Adam Doucette

Violin by Finn Rose

Pedro Pagan played some acoustic guitar

Ethan Neufeld played some electric guitar

Braver Than Better

I Contain Multitudes

Verse 1
I walk through fire just to chase the rain,
Whisper truth, then lie again.
I'm the preacher and the heretic,
The holy book and the heretic's trick.
I say I won’t, but then I do—
Don’t look for logic, I’m just passing through.

Pre-Chorus
I’m not broken, I’m just wide—
A thousand voices deep inside.

Verse 2
I loved you and I walked away,
I begged for night, then prayed for day.
I'm soft as silk, I’m hard as stone,
A crowded house that stands alone.
Don’t try to pin me to one name,
I’m changing every time you say it’s the same.

Pre-Chorus
You can’t cage what never hides—
I live on both the wrong and right sides.

Chorus
From chaos to the calm, 
from crimson to blue,
I’m the echo, I’m the spark, 
I’m the old and the new—
Every fire, every fuse—
But that’s the path I choose.
Do I contradict myself? I surely do.
I contain multitudes.

Verse 3
I’m thunder rolling in a lullaby,
A laugh that ends in a cry.
I’m the dream and the doubt, the whisper and shout—
The silence you can't figure out.
So let me be messy, let me be wide,
I’m not one thing—I’m all I hide.

Pre-Chorus
I’m not broken, I’m just wide—
A thousand voices deep inside.

Chorus
From chaos to calm, 
from crimson to blue,
I’m the echo, I’m the spark, 
I’m the old and the new—
Every fire, every fuse—
that’s the path I choose.
Do I contradict myself? I surely do.
I contain multitudes.

I Contain Multitudes

I got a new guitar!
A Squier Thinline with humbuckers!
This new track was recorded with it...enjoy!

New Nightscape album soon!
https://nightscape1.bandcamp.com/

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