They laid me down with braided hair,
gold dust on my brow.
A crown of sleep, a bed of stone—
no breath, no vow, no sound.
They sang of grace in rusted hymns,
and praised the prince too late.
But I was never dreaming.
I was listening.
I was awake.

Find them, bind them,
Nail their names into their teeth.
Wrap them in the roots they gave me,
Drag them down beneath.
Wake me with a blade’s confession—
Split the bed I died inside.
I am thornblood. I remember.
And I do not close my eyes.

They touched my lips with rose and ash,
called it mercy, called it grace.
But grace is just a velvet mask
they pull across your face.
They stitched me shut in bridal white,
with rings I didn’t choose—
And I bled thorns through the satin
’til the silk turned bruise.

Find them, bind them,
Nail their names into their teeth.
Wrap them in the roots they gave me,
Drag them down beneath.
Wake me with a blade’s confession—
Split the bed I died inside.
I am thornblood. I remember.
And I do not close my eyes.

Not cursed. Not chosen.
Not kissed into light.
I was planted like a secret—
Now I bloom with bite.
Their names still bloom in my mouth
like nettle, like nightshade.
And I will wear no veil.
Only rust.
Only flame.

So let the bells toll backward,
let the chapel crack its spine.
Let the forest speak in silence—
it remembers what is mine.
There is no prince, no rescue.
No gentle hand to take.
Just me, and thorn, and fire.
And the promise I will break.

Find them, bind them,
Nail their names into their teeth.
Wrap them in the roots they gave me,
Drag them down beneath.
Wake me with a blade’s confession—
Split the bed I died inside.
I am thornblood. I remember.
And I do not close my eyes.

Thornblood

M-Old Men Fighting

The Sound That Binds * Instrumental

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

The Tide

Mad Breaks Mix

DOPAMINE by Nova J

(Where’s my) dopamine?
(Where’s my) dopamine?
I said—where’s my dopamine?
(dopamine… dopamine… dopamine)

His passport said Saint Kitts
But I swear he’s Russian
Called me “Angel tits”
While his hips were thrustin’

I blacked out at sunrise
No purse in sight
Missed the red flags
Hid in his blue eyes

I’m defeated
Utterly depleted
Can’t feel a thing
Lost my mama’s ring
Woke from a dream
Low on dopamine

(What goes up)
(Must come down)
High on dopamine
(What goes up)
(Must come down)
Bye bye dopamine
Where’s my dopamine? 

Where’s my (dopamine?)
(Where’s my) dopamine?
Where’s my (dopamine?)
(dopamine, dopamine…)

Never trust a loner
With a pocket of pills
Said he’s from Dover
Flashin’ hundred-dollar bills

Woke up in Thailand
Now I’m broke again
He had such a nice tan
I can barely stand

I’m sarcastic
Tragically fantastic
Life felt magic
Now I’m the Titanic
Her Majesty, the Queen
Low on dopamine

(What goes up)
(Must come down)
High on dopamine
(What goes up)
(Must come down)
Bye bye dopamine
Where’s my dopamine? 

Where’s my (dopamine?)
(Where’s my) dopamine?
Where’s my (dopamine?)
(dopamine, dopamine…)

I’m defeated
Utterly depleted
Can’t feel a thing
Lost my mama’s ring
Woke from a dream
Low on dopamine
(Low on dopamine)

(What goes up)
(Must come down)
High on dopamine
(What goes up)
(Must come down)
Bye bye dopamine
Where’s my dopamine? 

Where’s my (dopamine?)
(Where’s my) dopamine?
Where’s my (dopamine?)
(dopamine, dopamine…)

Dopamine

We are many, many people on this earth who are angry at warmonglers who send missiles and bombs at innocent civilians. Have they seen a direct hit by a bomb on a little boy or girl?
Now they have to stop bombing!! Is there no one who can speak out??

The World Today

They walk between the ruins where they have lived before
they search for their dad and for their mum under the burning sun
It seeams to be a hopeless project
since concrete masses are blocking their way
but they never give up
but they never give up

The world is surprised that so many countries are
involved in  bloody wars which common people never asked for
it is innocent folks who suffer the most
they have not anything to say in those lands
where dictators rule
where dictators rule

We hope that some day peace and calm will prevail
in every single country on this globe with all these wonderful folks
and all of the dictators are retired at this point
and people are free to say what they want
and not end up in jail
and not end up in jail

Lyrics in Swedish

Världen idag

De går mellan ruinerna där de tidigare bott
De letar efter sin pappa och sin mamma under den brännande solen
Det verkar vara ett hopplöst projekt
eftersom betongmassor blockerar deras väg
men de ger aldrig upp
men de ger aldrig upp

Världen är förvånad över att så många länder är
inblandade i blodiga krig som vanliga människor aldrig bett om
det är oskyldiga människor som lider mest
de har ingenting att säga till om i de länder
där diktatorer styr
där diktatorer styr

Vi hoppas att fred och lugn en dag ska råda
i varje land på detta jordklot med alla dessa underbara människor
och att alla diktatorer är pensionerade vid det här laget
och att människor är fria att säga vad de vill
och inte hamna i fängelse
och inte hamna i fängelse

The World Today - 2025-06-29 18.27

This song cover, featuring a serious yet happy Afrocentric cartoon of a male flower child, perfectly captures the essence of an upbeat hip-hop electronic track titled "Impossible."

The artwork itself is a vibrant explosion of color, with the flower child at its heart, radiating joy against a bold blue backdrop. His intricate Afro is adorned with a cascade of colorful flowers and beads, reflecting a deep connection to nature and a free spirit. Dressed in a lively, tie-dye inspired outfit, he exudes an infectious happiness that balances the "serious cartoon" style with a celebratory vibe. The bold, stylized "Impossible" title acts as a confident declaration, suggesting themes of overcoming challenges and reaching for what seems unattainable.

Musically, this cover art speaks to a fusion of genres. Imagine a hip-hop electronic track that blends rhythmic beats and sharp lyrical flow with pulsing synths and uplifting melodies. The "happy vibe" of the artwork could translate into an energetic electronic soundscape, while the "serious cartoon" element hints at thought-provoking lyrics or a deeper message within the music. The Afrocentric focus suggests influences from diverse musical traditions, adding rich layers to the electronic production and hip-hop delivery. This isn't just a song; it's an anthem for positivity and breaking barriers, delivered with a vibrant, modern sound.

Impossible

Collab with Fred-E-Skywalker;

https://soundcloud.com/fred-e-skywalker

Hega, Fred-E-Skywalker - Solar Eclipse - 01 Solar Eclipse

The Lotion, All soaked in—let’s get a little wild. Ready for the next level?  -/- 
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Behind the Madness - The System Unveiled, Pt. 1 // Double Disco Mix
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story, lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive / 
the song 'Double Disco' is written, produced, and provided by mobygratis, licensed / arranged, mixed by fictionalive / fusion of it all – fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports / fair use only / dropped July 2st, 2025 04:59 am central european hot summer time //
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Behind the Madness - The System Unveiled, Pt. 1 // Double Disco Mix

Tech enthusiast. Lifelong songwriter. I use AI to make music.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

I’ve been writing and performing music since my younger days, though life took me on a 20-year journey through the tech world. Songwriting has always been my passion—a way to capture emotions, stories, and moments. Now, with the help of AI, I’m turning my lyrics into the music I love to listen to. 

Don't like AI music? That's all good, I am not trying to make money or take the shine from awesome live artists, I just like to write the stories I like to hear.

#MelodicEthereal #Reggae #HipHop #Country #70s #SingerSongwriter #Pop #Soul #Folk #Electronic #Melodic

Thornblood

MyKingFalls Collective