very cool collaboration 

Bobby Watson

Kerrville Texas USA
Creator

Stefanie Kisamore-vocal/lyrics
Austin TX USA

Chris Matthews

Luton United Kingdom

Drink Your Beer, Sip My Wine

Old News

OLD NEWS

Happy to perform "Days and Days" from Blue Return with my brother and the Krokuna Band in Daegu, Korea for a beautiful Cafe Concert. Thanks for everyone who came to hear us play.

"Days And Days", live, Cafe Concert, August 2nd, Daegu - South Korea

(traduit plus bas)
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It's time to wake up, time to make a move
Sir, down here, it's not safe. True
Storm will be knocking, Cold is coming too
When did we missed the signs, the warning news ? 

Down, downtown
Did you really see me ?
Down, down, downtown
Did you understand the plea ?

Skyscrapers are tall, but hearts colder still
We turn a blind eye, not to feel
But beyond this concrete, beyond city lights
A world is facing endless nights

Down, downtown
Did you really hear me ?  
Down, down, downtown
Did you understand the plea ?

When will we have enough ? 

In every struggle, in every pleading eye
Lies a truth to defy
For home isn't just in the walls we own
But in the world we share, the seeds we've sown 

Down, downtown
Did you really see me ?
Down, down, downtown
Did you understand ?  

Down, downtown 
Did you really hear ?
Did you really see me ?
Down, down, downtown
Do you understand 
When will we have enough ?
Down, downtown 
Do you really care ?
Do you really care ?
Do you really love ?
Do you really see me ?
Down, downtown
How do we learn ?
But How do we learn to care ?
Yes how do we learn to care ?
   
   
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Il est temps de se réveiller, il est temps de bouger
Monsieur, ici, ce n'est pas sûr. C'est vrai
La tempête va frapper, le froid arrive aussi
Quand avons nous manqué les signes, les avertissements ?

A terre, en ville
M'as tu vraiment vu ?
A terre, à terre, en ville
As-tu compris l'appel ?

Les gratte-ciel sont grands, mais les cœurs sont encore plus froids
Nous fermons les yeux, pour ne pas sentir
Mais au-delà de ce béton, au-delà des lumières de la ville
Un monde fait face à des nuits sans fin

A terre, en ville
M'as tu vraiment entendu ?
A terre, à terre, en ville
As-tu compris l'appel ?

Quand en aurons-nous assez ?

Dans chaque lutte, dans chaque œil suppliant
Se cache une vérité à défier
Car la maison n'est pas seulement dans les murs que nous possédons
Mais dans le monde que nous partageons, les graines que nous avons semées

A terre, en ville
M'as tu vraiment vu ?
A terre, à terre, en ville
As-tu compris ?

A terre, en ville
As tu vraiment entendu ?
M'as tu vraiment vu ?
A terre, à terre, en ville
Comprends tu ?
Quand en aurons-nous assez ?
A terre, en ville
Est-ce que tu t'en soucies vraiment ?
Est-ce que tu t'en soucies vraiment ?
A terre, en ville
Est ce que tu connais vraiment l'amour ?
Me vois-tu vraiment ?
A terre, en ville
Comment est ce qu'on apprend ?
Mais comment est ce qu'on apprend à se soucier des autres ?
oui comment est ce qu'on apprend à se soucier des autres ?

Down, Downtown

The Valiha, as might be gathered by anyone with interests beyond the bounds of unionized education, is a Malagasy rhythm instrument. I found it by chance, bought it because I liked the look of it, and play it according to my own ideas without the least knowledge of how such things are done in its home country. Hope you all enjoy it!

Valiha

CHOPPED & SCREWED B*TCHE$!! RD. III w/ $TL NiNja'$ Be@T & PRODUCTION. THE ULTIMATE ' IN THE MOMENT ' COLLAB!! ⭐

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AFTeRLiFe. (PROD BY STL NiNja)

The Starkind Entity

Body Talk

This is a mix of Aimee Britannia's song "Metaverse" for the Soundcloud remix competition. I have added drums, bass, clavinet, electric piano, strings and a guitar.

Metaverse

Aimee Britannia - Metaverse (Topaz Bon Remix)

It Was That Green Thing You Wore

Prophecy

another one I finished this one has evolved completely from what it originally was

unrecognizable

Lurking Sky

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.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy