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Funky tracks series no. 311

creation date: 2025/10/16

These tracks were uploaded to SoundCloud in 09/2025 and 10/2025, except for the following older ones:

. . - (#__): _ years,
. . - (#__): 1 year*,
. . - (#__): _ months,

[TO BE COMPLETED]

Hugs & Kisses.

* SoundCloud time: 1 year = 12 -23 months.

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LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette #224
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LDSR #224 - Aspirin For The Ears

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette #170 - odd days

My 3rd contribution to the LoopDiggers´ Sunday Roulette #177.
This is the same track as "infinit wonders", but at normal pitch.

finit wonders (LDSR177 pt. 3)

pitch & hide (LoopDiggers FlipChain)

My submission for the LoopDiggers long-hauls 50.5

the pentacle (LoopDiggers long-hauls 50.5)

ich würde zu ihr gehen (LDSR #184)

The Mirror

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

"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"


Shadowban

Soul to Soul ( 06.09.2025 )

Separate Ways

Mingus Mellow Fantastik

LDSR 224

King Kong (LDSR #224)

Loopdiggers Sunday roulette number 224. 

Rats in the hole
Swallow my soul. 
The rats.
My soul. 
Not even sure where the words came from but it is what my soul said.

Mysol

here this LDSR 224

Contains elements of:
Mickey Baker - WHISTLE STOP - 1959 Stereo!
Billy Mure - SUPERSONIC - 1957 Guitars!

LSDR224

Твой внутренний голос является самым громким голосом, которым говорит Бог, так как он - ближе всего. Именно этот голос говорит тебе, насколько все остальное истинно или ложно, правильно или неправильно, хорошо или плохо - по твоему определению. Это тот радар, который задает курс, направляет корабль, выбирает маршрут путешествия, если только ты позволишь ему делать это.

Слушай свои чувства. Слушай свои самые Высокие Мысли. Прислушивайся к своему опыту. И когда что-нибудь из этого будет отличаться от того, что тебе говорили твои учителя или что ты узнал из книг, - забудь слова. Слова - это наименее надежный проводник Истины.

Жизнь  является для тебя возможностью познать на опыте то, что ты уже знаешь на уровне понятий. Тебе не нужно ничему учиться, чтобы сделать это. Тебе просто необходимо вспомнить то, что ты уже и так знаешь, и действовать исходя из этого.

I Believe in Love (Я Верю в Бога) Neale Donald Walsch

I feel like so many DJs these days have been trying to go so deep with who can play the most avant garde music that it gets to the point that the dance floor is literally a bunch of people standing around talking about what a "spiritual experience" they're having. I'm sorry, but fuck that shit. Flying in models from around the world to create your party's exclusive vibe goes against everything I stand for. Real vibe comes from the heart and it comes from the love for the music and the love for one another. Trust me if anyone can have a spiritual experience on the dance floor it's me, but mine usually happen when I've got my eyes closed and I'm locked into a tight ass house groove. I don't pretend the music I play is better than anyone else's because it's not. I just want to have fun and rage with the people I love. I think this live mix from our Desert Hearts 3 Year Anniversary Festival sums it up pretty nicely!

Love Always,
~ Mikey Lion

King Kong (LDSR #224)

modulprinzip