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Soothing Sounds

Sparkling Delight

Carmine Bridges - Sparkling Delight (Mr Silky's LoFi Beats)

Guiding Light

Umrandungen, Vol. 1

Umrandungen-01-11 (Remastered 2025)

Echosmith

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

"VERONICA" THE FIRST SINGLE OFF OF THE UPCOMING ALBUM "sleepwalking" IS OUT NOW.

"sleepwalking"
My definition: The feeling of living but not fully awake, ignoring a harsh reality.

An album about my fears, uncertainty of my future and personal struggles. COMING SOON.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

VERONICA on a pedestal
Why am I jealous of you, I feel so small
You got the boys on their knees for you
And I'm left in the gutter blue

VERONICA I'm so happy for you
I would kill just for a sliver of the
Attention you so always receive

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

VERONICA oh he calls for you
You got him on a string he adores you
To him I was just a mere experiment

VERONICA oh the girls are jealous
They want your man we're overzealous
You better watch behind his back before we attack

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

You'll never know my fear
Of talking to the monsters underground
You don't look in the mirror
And see a boy who's LOST NOT FOUND

Oh and if I could I would be you
Just for a day I'd feel the power run
Deep through my veins it'd be so true
Living life without a care in the sun

Released: August 15 2025

Veronica

Der Schwellenwind (Auszug aus dem Buch "Schwellenwind")

Der Wind ist da, und er ist nicht zu übersehen. Nicht, weil er laut wäre – sondern weil er alles verändert, ohne je sich selbst zu zeigen.
 In den Baumkronen beginnt es. Ein Flüstern, kaum hörbar. Die Blätter zucken, als würden sie sich erinnern. Dann ein Ruck – nicht mechanisch, sondern plötzlich lebendig. Die Äste schwingen nicht im Rhythmus, sie verhandeln mit der Bewegung.
Das ist der Schwellenwind. Nicht Wetter. Nicht Meteorologie. Eine Haltung der Luft. Er weht nur dort, wo Dinge bereit sind, sich zu verändern.
Man erkennt ihn an der Grenze: Zwischen Schlaf und Wachsein. Zwischen Feuerstelle und Wald. Zwischen gestern und gleich.
Er ist mal seicht, ein Hauch, der wie Zuspruch klingt. Ein Kinderatem, ein Seitenwechsel. Er streichelt die Fenster der Wagen, und für einen Moment vergessen alle, dass Glas trennen kann.
Aber dann – kommt der Druck. Nicht Sturm. Kein Orkan. Ein gezielter Riss durch die Luft, der alles aufhorchen lässt.
 Die Bäume biegen sich. Nicht aus Angst. Aus Zustimmung. Als wüssten sie: Jetzt entscheidet sich etwas.
Der Wind ist nicht zerstörerisch. Er ist Prüfung. Er rüttelt nicht an Wänden, sondern an Ideen.
Zelle B – der nun nur noch einer von vielen ist – steht am Rand des Hofs und sieht in die Bäume. Er weiß: Wenn der Schwellenwind kommt, muss man hören, nicht antworten.
 Denn er spricht in Bewegungen, nicht in Sätzen. Er sagt:
„Ihr seid bereit.“ „Oder noch nicht.“ „Aber ich komme trotzdem.“
Und in diesem Moment – in drei Uhr Licht, in Glut, in Moos, beginnt die Umgebung sich zu dehnen.
Nicht nach außen. Nach innen.
Der Hof denkt. Die Wagen horchen. Die Schlafenden träumen anders.
Und der Wind? Er lässt los, nachdem er alles berührt hat, was sich erinnern wollte.
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Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h.

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Der_Schwellenwind

 LoNe WolF - "Hard to Love" [Retro Mix]




Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF





#Stitches #The Dive #toptracks

Hard to Love

Hard to Love [Retro Mix]

This has the second-most drafts of anything I've done (eight) behind William Tell Should've Known, recently with 12 drafts.

This Male Hypergamy Stuff Is Hard

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/19TSGR6UfVhBZGm0KTZl8y?si=4eff4cbdc8454a7c

William Shakespeare - "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 73)

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

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Constellation Lyra - Thy Love [out on Spotify now]

"Can I Be’s Smoke" is a hypnotic journey that feels like 60 BPM while pulsing at 120. Driven by heavy kick and snare, it blends industrial tension with psychedelic, dreamy textures. The result is a slow-burning, modern darkwave track — both floating and grounded, melancholic yet cinematic. Music for nights of smoke, steel, and strange reflections.

Can I Be's Smoke

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Carmine Bridges - Sparkling Delight (Mr Silky's LoFi Beats)

Mr Silkys LoFi Beats