It´s about my grandfather back in the beginning of the 1900 when he emigrated to the USA. Over there he was longing for his girlfriend that later going to be my grandmother. He stayed in the USA for 9 years, worked at the railroad in Idaho. In his free time he wrote poems that i later on had the opportunities to compose music to.

Håkan Alfredsson - Silver

Melomania

Husk

This That Flavor

This That Flavor 🔥

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Siegfried Grundmann

gennaio 2023

Marco Lucchi & Siegfried Grundmann - Rainbowing

G-Sonata Nagasaki

Get Up But Git Down

Not a Number

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Pillows represent the comfort and support provided by family and friends for those in the delicate balance of life moving to "left". In many ways the experience can be a beautiful process not only for those passing, but also for those who been providers of so many pillows.

So Many Pillows - Rick Shearer

E-Diplomatic Crisis

🌹 Neon Petals on the Concrete Bloom 🌹 By Christopher Robert Evans. 

Neon Petals on the Concrete Bloom

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