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Take what you want your mistakes make you wrong

No matter what happens, keep your head up

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The Coils - Am I Good Enough?

In the hazy heart of London's underground, Kaleido existed in a perpetual swirl of vivid, mind-expanding color. Their sanctuary was a smoke-filled loft studio in an abandoned warehouse overlooking Camden Lock—a chaotic haven drenched in the heavy scent of incense, scattered with threadbare cushions soaked in spilled wine and sweat, flickering candles casting shadows on walls alive with hand-painted mandalas that seemed to pulse with hidden life.

Days blurred into nights of raw, uninhibited inspiration, fueled by acid's electric visions and the velvet surrender of psilocybin dreams. Orion Kaleido sprawled cross-legged on the floor, his notebook a portal for feverish poetry that poured out like cosmic revelations. Jasper “Drift” Vale teased shimmering, feedback-laced riffs from his electric guitar and hypnotic drones from the sitar, notes bending and twisting like lovers' bodies in ecstasy, lingering in the air as iridescent haze. Milo Brine hammered primal, throbbing rhythms on drums and shook the tambourine with feverish intensity, driving pulses that echoed the heartbeat of the collective.

This was the throbbing core of the free love revolution, and Kaleido embodied it without restraint. Their studio drew a constant flow of artists, drifters, mystics, and hungry seekers—a fluid commune where boundaries dissolved in waves of shared ecstasy. Connections formed not just through words or music, but through raw, intimate touch: tangled limbs on piled cushions, heated skin against skin, breathless explorations of desire that blurred into one another. They paused not merely to rest, but to revel in carnal recharge—passionate embraces, lingering caresses, and uninhibited group intimacies that they believed channeled pure creative energy, turning lust into sonic alchemy.

As darkness descended, Kaleido emerged into the pulsating neon underbelly of the scene. They played in dimly lit beatnik dens, hidden tea houses thick with hash smoke, and fog-shrouded basements where applause came in finger-snaps and knowing glances. Their performances were erotic rituals disguised as concerts: swirling projections dancing over nude silhouettes, incense mingling with the musk of aroused bodies, music that throbbed like a lover's heartbeat—electric guitar stumming in psychedelic rhythm, sitar weaving Eastern mysticism, drums pounding relentlessly, tambourine shimmering in hypnotic frenzy—opening doorways to altered states where inhibitions shattered and collective euphoria reigned.


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Introspective

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gone prod. Y2K (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Cash Machine

Let Me Down

Produced by Curtis Waters 

Video: https://youtu.be/x9mg4PC3Yx8

Lyrics:
Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m not your purse 
I’m not your product 
I’m from the dirt 
You're copping Prada 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
I need some money 
I need some money man
I’m fucking hungry
I really need a hand 
Ain’t nothing sunny 
Back in the mother land 
A fucking cycle 
That we all running in 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 

Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system 
Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system
Ain’t no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers  
They do not want us to breathe
Can’t even walk in the streets 
To them we're all just machines 
In the American dream 
They say that they just want peace 
But then they leave us to bleed 
They’ll never see what we see
They’ll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product

System

I'm Gone

Again & Again

1993 (feat. Little Ricky ZR3)

Me, Myself & I

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something different to start the year

https://youtu.be/I6RVE0xYjoI

help herself prod. diamond pistols [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

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Again & Again

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