Name: Mr. Ilby by Prophet of End Times in Mizuki/🥷🏼✌🏼⚡오-신성-바람-당신의-하나님의 왼손🎙️
Duration: 4 min 14 s
Description: Based on some real experiences and some exaggerated ones, Mr. Ilby is a song about a child who has an imaginary friend that helps them deal with trauma.

very cool sound and beautiful voice!!😊👍

Mizuki/🥷🏼✌🏼⚡오-신성-바람-당신의-하나님의 왼손🎙️

Dana Goodwin - Drums, Keys, Vocals, Shaker, Production
Colin Stevens - Acoustic Guitar, 8 String Guitar, Production
Jan Schwartz - Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Lead Guitar, Production/Mixing
Kim Chin-Gibbons - Vocals, Slide Guitar
Douglas Appleman - Vocals
Jacob Schwartz - Guitar
Carlo Mauricio - Violin, Viola
Gabriella Guitierrez - Harp
Kenny Wenzel - Flute, Flugelhorn
Written by Dana Goodwin, Colin Stevens, and Jan Schwartz
Mastered by Forrester Savell

Lyrics
Screams of glory
They echo off the river
What a site
But every track
Every coaster
Goes back to the same place
What if we tried connecting all the rides,
Fly through the night and end up somewhere far away

Dreamer take me
Beyond these horizons
To the stars

What if we tried connecting all the rides,
Fly through the night and end up somewhere far away

We’ve begun our journey in the night
First stop at the sky store for some wine
Way up high, The stars are shining bright
Curvature let’s us see the sunrise

I’m seeing myself, what i used to be
I used to have dreams, I used to be free

Im still just a kid, I’m not giving in
Build straight to the sky build until we die

Now I’m set free, a real life fantasy
Fly through the night and end up somewhere far away

Eternal Flight

I was flying through empty space
Free and wild, making so much noise

But nothing was making sense, although I thought I saw it all
Time was stretching thin, felt myself fading away

Then your gravity pulled me in, with so much space to fill
Never moved this way before, I couldn't let you carry on

sitting there in the dark, with a black cloud around your heart
so heavy you couldn't stand, so we took each others hands

Find out how much I can take, try turning up that heat
My light shines brightest against the dark
When I'm up against that wall
I can't stand up but I can't fall
And I'm about to lose it all
When the clouds begin to change
and the Light shines through again

It's Musical Gravity!

You and I will become something new
When you give yourself to me
And I give myself to you
There'll be no end to the love we receive
When it's only you, alone with me
In our Galaxy

Musical Gravity

Goodbye Blue Monday

Carefree

come back

Twist Your Mind

鍵(Key)

車椅子押して廊下を滑り行く
掌に落つ失せ物の鍵

Pushing my aunt's wheelchair, I glided down the dark hallway.
My aunt found my lost key and dropped it into my palm.

art work: OpenClipart-Vectors via Pixabay

My One Love

Based on some real experiences and some exaggerated ones, Mr. Ilby is a song about a child who has an imaginary friend that helps them deal with trauma.

Asylum

Mr. Ilby

This is a backing soundtrack made over a drums demo track used on the 'Gigantes Gentiles' ('Gentle Giants') radio show some years ago. I found it by chance while looking for other files and decided to share it now.

Esta composición (casi imporovisada) es una cortina musical desarrollada sobre una pista demo de batería queue fue utilizada have algún tiempo en el programa de radio "Gigantes Gentiles". Lo encontré casualmente y decidí compartirla ahora.

Cortina "Gigantes Gentiles"

Art cover: Model ElectroTrek

Title: Basically
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Doot, doot, doot do do do dah do dah,
Doot, doot, doot, do, doot dah!

Basically, you think you own me,   
But, FYI, I don't give an *Uck...
Right to your eyes, 
I'd tell ya you're straight out of luck!

You don't live in my shoes, honey.
Can't, even if you didn't choose!
I wouldn't want to be stranded on an island with you, uh!
Ooh, you'd piss your pants--
Even faster than a driven lance.

So, you ain't so street smart,
Even in the least part.
That don't make you strong on top,
Even when you play on my turf!

Now you kiss my ass,
And crawl away in the grass!
I'm not to be played by you another day. Yeah!
All you ever ask,
Is thinking about your past.
I'm so over you...Ooh, yeah, ooh!

Basically, I own myself,
Putting you back on the shelf.
Can't stand the sight of 
What you thinkin' you are.

I don't know what you got baby!
Ain't enough to satisfy me.
You'll NEVER be in my bed making me happy, anyway! 

Yeah!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah...
I got rid of you!
Ah ha ha, um, ah ha!
Ooh...
You're driven down on your luck!
Now you're gone!
Thank God!!
Basically, I own myself! 

Just a wee bit of a backstory shaping note:) *This track got its inspiration from a favorite genius lyricist of mine:)
Mr. Eric Festa, here on the Cloud! https://soundcloud.com/user-323190184

©7-31-2022 Release/*All Rights Reserved
Written Lyrics by: Lady ElectroTrek
Music by:
Track: Road Trip 
www.fiftysounds.com

Basically

Original by: FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin

Classique fusion 2022 10 24

Written by Jana Hermann
Produced by Jana Hermann and Enijs Maiks
© 2015 Elektrikana Rekordz

High And Low (2015) ER TK-94

dsundre - 528 trabajando

Uploaded a good year and a half ago, I give this song another chance 😆...here in the spotlight. For another year... 🤣...not really!

Reminders (A Map Of Your Mind)

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
𓁹

For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy

Mr. Ilby

Prophet of End Times

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