After All Is Said And Done

X-Gorgeous Hell

Warning, please do not drive or operate machinery while listening to this track which contains ASMR tiggers and was recorded in a frequency other than the 440Hz of most music played on modern radio stations. Always listen to our tracks at a lower volume, as well, preferably through headphones for maximum effect. 

We created this track to soothe the pain we've felt... physically, emotionally, and spiritually throughout our body in light of the elections, Covid Chaos, and propensity for discord within us, since we don't agree with the majority of outspoken divisiveness we encounter when leaving our home... since we choose to read from a variety of sanctioned and unsanctioned resources... rather than drinking the kool-aid poured for us from the skewed news and ever-increasingly exposition of the failings of the "sanctioned information only" western education systems.

We asked spirit to guide this project, after the grief we were feeling upon returning home from voting on election day. When we're a gender fluid, lesbian, disabled, veteran in a female physicality... the weight of each of those "minority statuses" BEing within us while approaching, entering, standing in line, and voting amidst signage, campaign representatives we encountered outside as we entered and left the polling center to cast our vote amongst a hugely biased conservative majority who have no problem exercising their "right to free speech," while neglecting their responsibility to extend those same "rights" to "all the people..." can create so much pain and tension within us. We asked our angels, guides, and ancestors to take the pain we were feeling and use it to show us how to express it and release it in a healthy way. 

This was the most amazing experience we've had to date in creating a piece. Every note we played and recorded was Divinely guided and perfectly placed, the first night we worked on this piece. We only made one small adjustment of placement to one segment within one of the instrument tracks. The second night, as we progressed through the same guided request and worked towards completing this piece in record time, compared to most of our works, WE FELL ASLEEP 3 TIMES!!! And, we didn't fall asleep during the relaxing trail out; but, during the hypnotic percussive sections!!! (We have to caveat that we aren't a scientist... so we cannot for certain say whether we were asleep or if we simply entered an extreme trance; but, we were "OUT!!!") We "came back," before the song ended... and from what we've learned these past few months... that's more indicative of coming out of a trance; because, if you're asleep, you typically don't awaken before a meditative piece ends; but, you continue sleeping once the song has ended. So, as we stated, we cannot tell you for certain which was the case. We can share that whatever happened, we have felt like we had some sort of serious transformative experience while creating this track with our angels, guides, and ancestors... and since those three instances... we have more inner peace and calm than we've ever experienced, as an adult who's experienced multiple traumas. So, as we state at the beginning, please never drive or operate machinery when listening to our creations. We hope you have as equally a transformative experience.

Logic Pro X
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Panaway

Why do you begin with Y?
Anglepoise
I don’t know why why begins with W
Anglepoise

Uncle Sam
Union Jack
Granny Smith
Plastic Mac
Anglepoise

Do I have to spell it out for you?
I T O U T F O R Y O U 
Anglepoise


Is an orange
Called an orange because it’s orange?
Anglepoise

Where do we come from?
Where do we go?
What do we do here?
Anglepoise

Oscar’s wild
Mervyne peeks
Terry waits
Wayne sleeps
Anglepoise

Do I have to spell it out again?
I T O U T A G A I N
Anglepoise

A Gathering of Sorts

Anglepoise

The Fountainmaid

Dreams of the dazed
The dead speaks while life begets
False in the rapture
The fairy wails
In your eyes against demise
Fire on the fountain

Stolen by, ruled by desire
All my love, torn pieces of myself

Your sweet lipper taste
Roll it back & sleep the pain
Excommunication.
Disenchanted,
Disavowed by the wrong,
Fortress of my own

Glorified, born in the fires of sorrow
All the laughs, feed, crawl in denial
Spread and fly, forever now

Fear, not the light of dawn
Touch my shadow, and dusk shall follow
Face me, now I'm alive
Not tomorrow, my time is borrowed
For all my sorrow, I will follow

The Fountainmaid (demo)

2face

Per Me Lo So

MY FIRST SONG I EVER WROTE.... JUST REMASTERED

EVERYDAY

The Best Of Us 1

Night and Day

Found Me Face Down

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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