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The Train This Morning

Melomania

Husk

noxpox - sanity report

Distante

THE TRITONICS (clips)

Mila

Wallet Full of Plastic (G. Di Nunno)

Born under a full moon, set footprints around here
Took the tone of madness, and made it very clear
Worked hard on a get-by, gave Jesus a last prayer
Wrapped the gifts in chances to thank him for his care.

Could have told you life's not easy
Though it sometimes can even out
Catch a break at the next hoedown
Where you might hand someone your doubt
With your pocket full of change,
And my wallet full of plastic.

Small towns are the barroom, stand up or you sit down
All the stories told there, the paradise they've found
Street drifter to nightlight, hands holding a thin bone
Wanting love to blossom, 'til the angels call them home

Repeat: Could have told you...

Wind blows the dust
The feeling's in the soul
That's how it is around here
Ooooh
There's no surprise
Unless it's linked to chain
Religion dries the tears
I came back, but I'm leaving again.

Church hymns and a strange twist, home folk just like myself
There reward is heaven, a Bible on the shelf
Sounds echo through tall trees, sweet music by tough love
Interlocks the fiber that makes them good enough.

Repeat: Could have told you...

All content written and performed by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2002, 2023
A song with a lot of religion references, but it is about more than that.

#4. Wallet Full Of Plastic

I wrote this song after seeing pictures of my parents' home on Zillow.

Come and Go (Demo)

OneHandPiano n°2  by Marco Lucchi

I added Vocaloid singing to Marco Lucchi's piece " OneHandPiano n°2"(https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/one-hand-piano-n2-you-to-play-with-if-you-like-it).
I would like to thank Marco for giving me this opportunity.

夏至きたる花の影落つ石壁に
The summer solstice has arrived.
Shadows of flowers fall on the white stone walls.

Art work: Xenia Sarapulova via Pixabay

Marco Lucchi  "One - Hand - Piano N°2"

A song about shame with references to Hawthorne, Baudelaire and Coleridge, yet nobody cares because everybody needs a quick electronic fix, so they don’t notice other peoples’ shame or embarrassment.

There's A Letter

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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