Do It Right

Art cover by Nataly NGM🌺🦜💚
Music and words by Loony De Bussy

Harmonica, acoustic/ slide guitars and vocals by Loony 
Percussion by Mister metronome 😃

Recorded on Korg D16 - Mastered on Audacity

Let It Fly

Samy In A Box

mouse dancing with rumba

composed by Adam4le
produced and arranged by MikaJ Saturn

All Midi-Keys :  by Adam4le
Sogawni Split Arp Key: by MikaJ Saturn
Vocals: Megan and Dimitri - GH
Congas
Bass
Drums

Oceans MikaJ Saturn feat. Adam4le prod. by MikaJ Saturn

Orbits (2002)

Huemans

Glitter!

- Picture -
Artist Picture. Shejtano
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist 1. Shejtano
Colorist 2. Shyntwirl

- Music - 
Produccer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Keyboard. Shyntwirl
Bird Sounds. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Equalizers. Shyntwirl
Transitions. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl
Looper. Shyntwirl
Intro. Shyntwirl
Outro. Shyntwirl
Reverb & Echo. Shyntwirl
Bells. Shyntwirl
Bass. Shyntwirl
Depth. Shyntwirl
Air Sounds. Shyntwirl

Ambient / Atmosphere / Lofi / Relaxation / Reverb & Echo / Calm / Looper / Background

PROD. Shyntwirl


Shyntwirl - Internal Strunggle (PROD. Shyntwirl)

2025-01-21

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LIve recording from premiere at the Festiwal Muzyczny Trzy-Czte-Ry. Konteksty. Kontrasty. Konfrontacje – 19.11.2024 / Studio Koncertowe Polskiego Radia im. Witolda Lutosławskiego  w Warszawie

Andrzej Karalow – Some whispers of mists and water above, hidden in the rocks (2024) for clarinet, violin, cello and piano

The work is inspired by japanese poetry dedicated to landscapes, nature and its atmosphere and it reflects the sound and mood of constantly flowing water. In the steadiness of the subtle wall of sound, I try to integrate and mix timbres of all of the instruments. This composition can be connected to ambiental sounds, to static structures, which are slowly fluctuating or evolving over time. It can be also connected to water flowing through the waterfall.

Andrzej Ciepliński – clarinet
Małgorzata Wasiucionek-Potera – violin
Marcel Markowski – cello
Andrzej Karałow – piano

Andrzej Karalow – Some whispers of mists and water above, hidden in the rocks (2024)

I crashed out while trying to record this.

Lyrics:
[Chrous]
Grown we’re now so old (so old)
Oh where did time go
(Don’t) ever lose your soul
The world is yours just gain control
Grown we’re now so old
Oh where did time go
(Don’t) ever lose your soul
The world is yours just gain control

[Verse]
The world’s always telling me about the life that I once lived
Sends my brain a bunch of past memories and scenes and clips
Shoves it in my face and I don’t know what to make of it
Get a phone notif' asking me “do you remember this?”
Us being friends forever was the first hypothesis
Cause we knew that 10 years later we would be so fly and rich
Done so much together for it all to go and end so quick
Just another chapter in my life I’m getting used to it 
Cherish ones who respect you for who you are and was
Stay fond of your passions and then work from light to dawn
Current day everything is a big gift from God
Have so much in stock while so fresh and trying young 
Older you looks back the way you are now today 
The scenes and moments from this time could now mean everything
Let the masses know you as you grow; mature with age
Solidify your history make it interesting 
And go

[Chrous]
Grown we’re now so old (so old)
Oh where did time go
(Don’t) ever lose your soul
The world is yours just gain control
Grown we’re now so old
Oh where did time go
(Don’t) ever lose your soul
The world is yours just gain control
Grown we’re now so old (so old)
Oh where did time go
(Don’t) ever lose your soul
The world is yours just gain control
Grown we’re now so old
Oh where did time go
Ever lose your soul?
The world is yours just gain control

Prod. HixMusi

This is another production test that I wrote; rapped to

Scenes & Moments

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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