frog prog - fr0ggy5' new glasses

The Beautiful Dark is a singer, songwriter, guitarist and poet, who i find inspirational, the real deal (tho he'd be embarrased at me saying that..lol.)
A true artist and very humble guy, whose music/poetry can be found at
https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark

Featuring trumpets by Kevin G Davy, a member of the band Cymande, we made an lp together with Sonskrif, few years ago.. https://soundcloud.com/kevingdavy/sets/81-miles-via-hulme

https://soundcloud.com/search?q=SONSKRIF

The track artwork is the world map beside TBD's studio desk and an art piece by my best friend from 25 years ago. The image is actually a miniturised toy soldier and for us represents perfectly the false realities been thrown at everyone to create that fog of war. It's an American soldier so that too shows the military machine that's actually at play here as all the weapons of this aggression and genocide we are seeing come from across the Atlanic.

May all the people in the area find peace and may the killing stop please 🌍 That's what this blue ball wants! "

Lyrics

Too spooky
Real
Melted steel
Such pain
No feel
Not coin finds meal

Genocide
Murder
Hatred brewed further
Extreme
Obscene
No more!

Open the door
'Aid to score
Stand down your army
Come kiss stone of Blarney

Repent now evil Zion
Yourselves you are deceiving as you lie on

Lies upon lies upon lies

Ghosts of Gaza, Leave
Ghosts of Gaza, Please
Ghosts of Gaza, Leave....

The Beautiful Dark .. Kinelle man .. Ghosts of Gaza

champion

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — demo version drop

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Koala Sampler Jam 28.07.25 - performing live fx on sequences I made

Check this jam here https://youtu.be/m_o_gpgQTjw?si=hfOroQRamtYM_XjG

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I have been producing music on and off from 2015. 

Recently I fell in love with with makimg music on monile phone apps like Abletone Note, Koala Sampler App and Garage Band.

I even made an album entirely on my phone in Ableton Note.

If you enjoy my bizarro music, let me know in the comments and check for more videos or listen to my music on Sound Cloud.

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Most of my stuff is not in the playlists yet, I am in the process of doing that.

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#koalasampler  #musicproduction #mobilemusicproduction
#dj #livefx #glitch

ksj 280725

quick janky prayer with honey the acoustic guitar and casio keyboard
edited in NCH software
also zoom h1 portable microphone
uses C C# D# E F F#

casio plus guitar techno prayer for new venture prosperity and contentment

Loop Diggers SRC 213 trk 3 - It's Never

Solo Sequence {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™

Loop Diggers SRC 214 trk 3 - Do I Know You?

Doom "Change the beat" / Flossy remix

I am not a big fan of using AI for image generation but this time I could not find a matching photo for my track title idea so here we are :D

barbiellica

Co-Admin of https://soundcloud.com/loopdiggersrecords
95% of my followers never gave me a single like, repost or comment on my tracks. don't be that guy. 😂🙄 if you send me your track unsolicited, get blocked and reported for spam. does not apply to real supporters.
Loop Diggers Crew. highly caffeinated and looking for open collabs! i make music to (try to) keep from going crazy! 
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Loop Diggers SRC 213 trk 3 - It's Never

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