Visible from miles around, an age old, lone sentinel stands atop the ridge.

© 2021 Dairv Dubbleyew

Lime Tree Ridge

P.O.E.T.

Serpentine

Visual Display Unit

Documentary Chill Ambient is an airy, calm, melodic and ambient music based on the piano and guitar. Best for a documentaries, films about discoveries and travel, time lapses. It can help to emphasize the purposefulness in work, to go firmly towards the set goal without deviating anywhere from the desired path.

Study Session

Documentary Chill Ambient

Leavin Lonely

Another blast from the past and journey through time and bands this is a seven piece rap rock band called Faith in fools from Wigan here in the UK and this is an original rap rock track called Rapish and was recorded at Jarraf studios in Wigan by John Kettle! Hope you enjoy the vibe! Peace

Band line up:

Stuart - Raps
Natalie - Vocals
Will - Drums
Kurt - Guitar (Clubfungus)
Smalley - Trumpet
Chris - Saxaphone
Rob - Bass

Faith in fools - Rapish 🔊

Krishnamorte X Nephtys - La cabane - Punky Child

A synthpop / synthwave version of the Traditional English Folk song,
"London Bridge Is Falling Down"
wink wink !

Operation London Bridge

Ghostly castles.mp3

Music by https://soundcloud.com/slyarte
lyrics and vocals by kaerian

Pensées bancales:

Mon ami, je t'en prie, regarde mieux
relève-toi, qu'est-ce qui va pas? Lève les yeux
toi aussi, tu te sens pris 
dans un piège
tu te protège

j'ai appris par des faits
et par défaites
que j'étais responsable
de ma vie et de ce que j'en fais
même quand c'est effroyable
Je fais ce que je peux
mais mes yeux
jouent à des jeux
mon mental qui s'emballe 
et déballe un dédale
de pensées bancales

Je fais ce que je peux, est-ce trop peu?

j'ai appris que la vie comporte tout cela
moi aussi j'ai grandis dans cette haine
celle qu'on sème
perdu dans l'oubli
j'ai laissé s'enfuir
l'espoir de guérir

ma plus grande blessure
ne pas comprendre d'où vient la cassure
ne pas arriver à m'empecher de recommencer
à m'embourber dans un tel merdier que j'ai provoqué
toujours décider d'y retourner
inlassablement capituler
éviter toutes responsabilités


dans un dédale de pensées bancales
mais j'aimerais changer
dans un dédale de pensées bancales
c'est vrai
je vais changer
mon mental qui s'emballe
personne va m'aider 
alors je dois croire 
que j'vais y arriver


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ENGLISH TRANSLATION:


My friend, I beg you, look better
get up, what's wrong? Look up
you too, you feel caught
in a trap
you are protecting yourself

I learned by facts
and by defeats
that I am responsible
of my life and what I do with it
even when it's frightening
I do what I can
but my eyes
are playing games
my mind goes wild
and unpacks a maze
of wobbly thoughts

I do what I can, is it too little?

I've learned that life includes all that
I too grew up in this hatred
the one we sow
lost in oblivion
I had let go
the hope of healing

my biggest wound
not understanding where the break comes from
not being able to stop myself from starting again
getting stuck in such a mess that I caused
always deciding to go back
relentlessly surrender
avoid all responsibilities

in a maze of wobbly thoughts
but I would like to change
in a maze of wobbly thoughts
it's true
I will change
my mind is going crazy
nobody will help me
so I have to believe
that I'll make it

Pensées bancales

Pensées bancales - SlyArtË & Kaerian

I played a bass part for our cover of Tom Waits' "Bad As Me" but it didn't seem to quite fit. 
Then Mo sent me a present to cheer me up with what I had done.

Maureen da ROsa w/mOag - Bad As MO

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