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Slamming track with a killer signature Day Afters outro.

"Lament" is the latest release by The Day Afters. Dark, emotional tones transport the listener to neon-lit alleyways full of adventure of lost loves, betrayal, and quests for redemption.

Check out our YouTube channel for the music video, which pays homage to minimalist animae style and classic noir films, blending old Hollywood charm with futuristic elements.

Void Century

Lament

I felt for singing this beautiful Hymn from 1779 today...  I used piano backing track ( Its not me playing)... 
Thank you for listening :)

Amazing Grace  (Cover)

What actually happens in a perfect symbiosis between electronics and a classical orchestra ?

Is there hope somewhere ?

Electric Orchestra

Espíritos

This piece is about the constellation Ophiuchus. Ophiuchus one of the 48 constellations discovered by Ptolemy in the 2nd century. This constellation depictions a man holding a very large snake, he is a snake charmer. Rasalhague (in Arabic means “head of the snake handler) is the brightest star of this constellation.

Mannuel Trabucco on soprano sax
Dumindu Dassanay on the Indian wooden flute
Andy Warner on fretless bass solo
Remi on percussion (Shamanic drum and Tibetan cymbals)

Head Of The Serpent Charmer

If You Only Had A Minute

Send in the Clowns (Cover, Songwriter: Stephen Sondheim)

Lyric:TheZuZa
Vocal:TheZuZa
Choruses: TheZuZa
Arrangement: TheZuZa
Music prod. THEPXRTY (contract)
Artwork: hand-painted with acrylics by TheZuZa
Audio Language: polish

Album :
https://on.soundcloud.com/B1fGCWV8rkUbvNs26

Playlist:
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Lyric after translation :

Gray Rock : Rock & Mechs


Gray rock, like a magical shield.
Protect me, protect, hold me tight and protect.
Gray rock, like an ancient flame,
It absorbs me, absorbs, takes me all the same.

Gray rock, like a darkened shirt.
It swallows my light, it wraps, it comforts.
Gray rock, like a celestial bloom,
It shields me with fragrance, it fills up my room.

Machines, machines, click boom bang, see who it hits,
Machines, machines, here flowers grow from the pits.
Machines, machines, no matter how cold the winds,
Machines, machines, life here won’t sell in bits.

Gray rock, like an icy gust.
It cuts the words, scattering all foreign dust.
Gray rock, like a forest at night,
It soothes me, soothes, in silence so tight.

Gray rock, like a silent voice,
It guides me, guides through the void of choice.
Gray rock, like a sign from above,
It guards me, guards, when sleep won’t come.

Machines, machines, click boom bang, see who it hits,
Machines, machines, here flowers grow from the pits.
Machines, machines, no matter how cold the winds,
Machines, machines, life here won’t sell in bits.

Machines, machines, click boom bang, see who it hits,
Machines, machines…




Szara Skała : Rock & Mechs (Prod.THEPXRTY)

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

time is different when you have a strict schedule

Julian's COVER of the Classic, epic song originally sand by the group band so talented... NEW EDITION.

If It Isn't Love (Remix) (A Song by NEW EDITION). Remixed Cover Song by Julian.

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This song is about the gift of a new life after a special encounter

Life has just begun (2025 Remix)

id end up like this regardless (lucille cover)

Clown Audition

I have always loved the rather risqué ‘Leather’ by Legpuppy and was blown away when the band agreed to me doing a remix of it.  This really has been a labour of love for me, adding my own ideas, restructuring the track and experimenting with the stems: I hope that I have done the track justice.  

You can hear the original version at https://soundcloud.com/legpuppy/leather
Legpuppy have also done a video for this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9W-qlyBYJ4&feature=em-lsp

Leather (*thommo* remix)

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Olá, eu costumo dizer que minhas músicas nunca estão terminandas, eu sempre posso voltar e mudar algo.

I see my all my musics like demos, i always turn back and see something to change. 

     Nathan


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