Some of my Soundcloud Favourites #22

What do you do with a deadly haunt? 
Can you kiss a ghost good morning? NOT if they aren't easily appeased!
How can you kill that which is already dead?
In the realm of darkness & tormented souls, the only way to 
resolve this trial of patience is to find that festering spirit its desired resting place...
IF, she settles for what is offered.
End the pain & save the slain.
Time is ticking...⏱

Wake From The...

The landscape is breathtaking.
Light beats in a grid of shadows.
The month is wrapped in white fluff,
And in the heart is the pulse of the seas.

Premonition of distant lands.
The station chill invigorates.
Hiding the ocean in a knapsack
A huge world crawls into the dock.

How long does it take to scrape
From the sides of the monster from the abyss,
Reality see
Under the thickness of torn masks?

I am also immersed in weekdays
By the waterline of fate.
I live, I do not climb on the rampage
For the Pillars of Hercules.

Until it runs with a wave
In the fairway, an old tugboat,
Sparkling cabin running ...
And the sleepy world will shudder in the docks.

Will snuggle with a cool cheek
To my unfulfilled dreams.
"Down with bored peace!" -
The team will shout: "in places."

The landscape is breathtaking.
Light beats in a grid of shadows.
The month is wrapped in white fluff,
And in the heart is the pulse of the seas.

Golden haze tugboat

Brain waves

That's Love

This is a collaboration project named Under This Sun with Sarge a musician and producer from my home town Birmingham.
A song about the things that we aren’t proud off and stay with us forever.
Stranger In Disguise 
Enjoy

Stranger In Disguise by ~ Under This Sun

somemy estimated  friends from Rancagua chile with whom I have collaborated for many years here I present my new collaboration visit the page of my friends they https://soundcloud.com/filmy-ghost 
all EP -  archive.org/details/b-s-o-d-ep

╬ Sh Sh Zombie Mamba ╬ x Filmy Ghost  S̳e̳t̳u̳p̳D̳i̳a̳g̳

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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