Love To Call コールに愛 (Original Mix)

It's nearly the end of the 50/90 songwriting challenge, so I thought I'd try and coax out one more tune....

LYRICS:

At the end of the day
When the soft light is fading
You hold out your hand
Just anticipating
And I'll follow you down
Til we come to the sound
Of a river running through
Oh a river running through

At the end of the day
We'll sit by the water
Take off our shoes
Give in to the laughter
And you rest your head
On my shoulder and then
We look up at the stars
We look up at the stars

Ooooh....
At the end of the day
Girl, won't you stay
With me, only me

At the end of the day
A stately procession
Of airplanes and satellites
Fly through the heavens
And we watch them go
Like we're watchin' a show
Put on just for us
Yeah put on just for us

Ooooh....
At the end of the day
Girl, won't you stay
With me, only me

At the end of the day
We're just sparks in the darkness
All we can aim for
Is a moment of kindness
So hold me and tell me
You won't ever leave me
And I'll do the same for you
Yeah let me do the same for you

End Of The Day

Daydream

Melomania

Jabberwock

Can't Help Falling In Love,==, Gene Jumper, Elvis, ( cover )

Can't Help Falling In Love,==, Gene Jumper, Elvis, ( Cover )

🐺🏴‍☠️- Insta post about the track - https://www.instagram.com/tv/Cn-XeCNriUJ/?igshid=ZDFmNTE4Nzc=

Blood in the South

Produced by Hear Me Beats - https://on.soundcloud.com/R8XvC9igH3uXAHPj6

Feat Kenna Rae - https://on.soundcloud.com/VZojSDKbVXLfuk719

This is a top song I’ve made to me .I mess with it and in the end … what else matters . God bless

Land From Me - Feat.Kenna Rae (Prod.HearMeBeats)

Water Plop

Chill Out Under The Stars

A horse can make such interesting noises, even when at rest, and such an animal (all animals) is very interesting and clever. Many of them could even make music. That inspired this music or rather this idea.
Thanks: Laszlo

What Can a Horse Do Here?

Chase the chimes

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