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This track is based on the “Something Is Coming (Hide) “ single. I’m attempting to take you on a journey of emotion and you can feel the energy of the unknown, that I’m trying to convey with this piano piece, I hope you enjoy it!!!!. 

Mastered in ( Dolby Atmos )

The Fall

Something Is Coming (The Fall) - (Dolby Atmos)

Goodbye My Love

Sunforst - Lights in the Sky (Feat Michael Heid)

ill haunt every home you ever had
and ill laugh when youre feeling bad
and ill want for nothing anymore
and youll still just be a fucking
i roam all these hallowed halls
try my best to ignore the sirens beckon call
fuck you to everyone involved
chose your words carefully cause you are not absolved

i hope that it was worth all this
i know you got a lot of issues
i hope that you worked on it
I was taught to never quit
so I went through so much shit
that i didnt really have to
but i couldnt see past you
you kick me while im down
and i jsut fucking took it cause i need someone around
but thats not true now
but thats not true now
i just had to learn how
how to let go
cause i know that if you dont
it gets taken anyway

I Guess Ill Haunt You Too Ft. Myself on Banjo

Kami Enzie

https://www.chicagoreview.org/from-river-of-love/

Like a morgue of oranges inside the lower crisper laid. Loose rinds bruised, and if not torn, still their battered segments will again never repaired be, not really. Waxy bodies deep welled yet near zested to rot, petrified. Peels touched with white mold and darksome burns as if brushed by green fire, brown spots (black rot) at their blossom end or in their navel growing. Forlorn inside the bottom storage pan that glides beneath the shelf spare with souring yogurt and wrinkled, loose grapes slumped in dewy condensation across the frosty pane. Nor am I able to divine the cleromantic significance from this found constellation of scattered fruit, relevant to our pursuit of liberty, of money. In your sleeping presence, my eyes switch ac/dc in their sockets.  I inevitably find myself back inside the fridge. I clean the countertop, the petite canyon of dishes. Trash the pizza box.  The sinking river running through it gushes voiceless pounding down. I pour two glasses of orange juice. I stream Ballroom  Throwbacks, scroll through bitch tracks and entwine both hands around my head to fashion an emoting crown of fingers.  I peek into the fridge door for proof of light and something larger, before the empire strikes again wrapping epiphanic darkness in gauzy bolts of light. In the morning, you will find breakfast readied from things present and good in our pantry. I  will help you shave your back like a lamb. Before the mass grave of oranges, the appearance of weathered, severed pygmy heads inside red mesh polypropylene bags, every dimpled, sensuous body grew fat in a buffet of CO2 and sunlight in halcyon blue Egypt, South Africa, Daytona, down the international supply chain, carrying idiosyncratic ways of wanting to be peeled open without breaking apart unique to the individual.  We drove them home one night in the backseat from the Hy Vee on North Dodge with mutual approval and excitement. Safe together. Nothing more to spark from the orange manes of mold that rhyme with sun. When the trigger wedge for the refrigerator light flies away into the ceiling, may velvet dark keep sleep in your crystal castle. When the covey scatters from your window, dream me a place of rest inside that ziggurat.

Rivel of Love (feat. Kami Enzie) [See Description for More Info]

Cocoa

The General's Memory Isn't What It Was

Gothic winter music about a mysterious snow prince who lives in a dark forest. 

Spooky Winter II

Gothic Winter Music - Shadow Prince of Frost

20 Years of Silence

Drawing On the Sand

Рисунок На Песке / Drawing On the Sand

Silent House Of Time

I am a new artist with a passion to share my sound which I hope is a bit different to the mainstream, by using the latest technology ATMOS combines the cinematic atmosphere with my style I hope you enjoy…
O and if you would follow me on my socials it would be really appreciated.

Something Is Coming (The Fall) - (Dolby Atmos)

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