¿Qué es lo  que sabes tú?
¿Qué es lo que sabe esa
 sonrisa sucia?

Secretos  culpa civil.
Sobrevivir no es solo 
cosa de gente vil 

¿Alguien a delatar?

A qué no sabes
dónde ni cuándo
te vi.

Olvido o paz mental
Los que dudamos
nos devora
una falta letal

¿Algo que declarar?

A qué no sabes
dónde ni cuándo
te vi.

___

What do you know?
What does that dirty smile know?

Civil fault secrets.
Survival is not just for vile people

Someone to give away?

You don't know
where or when
I saw you.

Forgetfulness or peace of mind
Those of us who doubt
devours us a lethal foul

Something to declare?

You don't know
where or when
I saw you.

Vocals by Maranta
Music and lyrics by Derzu

Inspired by the spanish film "Death of a Cyclist" ("Muerte de un ciclista" , 1955). A pair of lovers accidentally kills a cyclist on the road and flees. Guilt and fear of discovery will make them uneasy.

Chantaje

A track touching upon a number of issues including jealousy, self reflection and angst. A little heavier than my past releases but looking to branch out and attract a wider audience. Still staying true to my blues guitar solos.

Official release - 08/04/2022

Submitted early for Fresh On the Net.

Recorded, produced and mixed by Good Neighbour Records
Co-produced by Claire Pitt Wigmore
Mastered by Matthew Smyth

Shades of Green

Souge  Emin 60 Bpm

Healing Feels Good

Getting My Perky Self Back

Melomania

Jabberwock

If you slip from my hands in the tragedy
I will hold you down like gravity
When the world don't spin 4 you any
More
When the walls close in and the world seems small
I will hold you down like gravity
Through the times of disaster and catastrophe
To be what we have to be
I will hold you down like gravity

Soul mate 2 souls integrate
And leave one soul in it's place
The face of love
Are you man enough
To stand up when the times are tough
Work at it not work addict
The worst is problematic
Not worth measured by the digits on your plastic
Hard Grafting art crafting
Love has it's harsh tactics
And heart panics
Flustered and confused
By the the whole mechanics
Trying to figure it out but love is organic
Orgasmic sometimes deliverd like war practice
And all crashes
Raw lashings
If the grass is always greener on the other side
Stay back 'cos it's just the same backwards
Don't know thy self So we say
They bastards
And each day it collapses
Unconditional a monogamy traditional
You can't see no future 'cos
It's foggy in the crystal ball
Insanity? Floating away from the Earth
I will hold you down like gravity

We have turbulence seat belt signs
Are highlighted
But this didn't come from the pilot
But grew in the confusing quiet
Silent it is in here
In this pod we travel through the void
Partly destroyed by the years unkind
But a search and find
Our sight we was blind and lost for some time
But we found ourselves again
To adjust
Not just to maintain
So with our new found focus and second wind
We setting in for settling in
Beginning to end
And all the way brighter days
Ahead I can see it
We just have to believe it
Accept the grievance
The good with the bad
It's mad when you look back
The path was never very clear
But even through all that
We're still here somehow so this has to be
So I will hold you down like gravity

Spinning away from the Earth fast
Uncontrollable
In debris of the soul that's pulled
Through the dismal installed
Into the vacuum of emptiness
Never meant for any of this
Nonsensical oh what a mess
Get a grip reduce the spin
We can make it to Earth again
Fire thrusters
Don't let the desire adjust us
To the fires of mistrust just
Maintain hold that view in the window frame
Or get pulled through the window pane
And dragged out where frozen bodies remain
Obtain higher focus
We can make it
Hold my hand I won't let go
Until we've made it
Some of the bravest faltered
Fist stage of the Alter
Couldn't engage one another
We deep in with no cover
Still willing to discover each other
Exploration...universal canopy
Luminous majesty
Presented magically
Fiction and fantasy
Can't have seldom done romantically
It takes mastery not a maths degree
Won't always agree
But bottom line with no flattery
If you slip away I will hold you down like gravity.

lyrics written and performed by Codex Scrolls
Beat by (The Italian Job)
Scribes of Avalon 2023

Codex Scrolls & The Italian Job - Gravity

VIKING - feat. U. POET & FELLPEEPZ

a song expressing the recognition of the existence of God and that God is everywhere.  

Written and performed : Johnny 

Let Your Love Reign Down

Lifecycles

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

CAL1B3R

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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