At The Better Party

Too Long (The Bonfire Mix)

A new song from a new project based on robots voices 

(Robots song in my profile is one of them) https://soundcloud.com/nuitrouge/robots

Hope you will like it :)

Agonie

Anahata foi uma das primeiras canções de Svayam, num momento em que os meus concertos meditativos começaram a incorporar cantigas, com letra e voz a cada concerto menos tímida e mais presente. É da era de 2018, mas quis ser fechada em 2022. Gravada na Start Up Cultural de Arruda dos Vinhos, em Dezembro de 2022.

João Svayam: guitarra, baixo, voz, bateria, mix e master.

Letra:

O meu coração não é só em mim
bate com outros que batem assim
Como um tambor que nunca tem fim
arde no peito e transforma-me aqui

O meu coração não é só em mim
brilha com outros que cantam assim
Soltam no vento um canto sem fim
abro o meu peito e transformo-me aqui

Volto ao meu peito agora e aqui
Abro o meu peito transformo-me aqui
Grato ao meu peito agora e aqui
Amor no peito bate um coração

(english)
Anahata was one of Svayam's first songs, at a time when my meditative concerts began to incorporate songs, with lyrics and voice at each concert less shy and more present. It's from the 2018 era, but I wanted to finish her process in 2022. Recorded at Start Up Cultural de Arruda dos Vinhos, in December 2022.

João Svayam: guitar, bass, vocals, drums, mix and master.

Lyrics

My heart doesn't live inside of me alone
beats with others who beat like it
Like a drum that never ends
it burns in my chest and transforms me here and now

My heart doesn't live inside of me alone
shines with others who sing like this
They release an endless song in the wind
I open my chest and become here and now

I return to my chest here and now
I open my chest, I transform myself here and now
Grateful to my heart here and now
My love, inside my chest beats a heart

Anahata

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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