GodKingMajorLucre - ( Just Vibe )

GodKingMajorLucre - ( King Of The North )

GodKingMajorLucre - ( MajorLucre Spaz  Freestyle )

GodKingMajorLucre - Bout Stacks

Scomodo

Kate  Scomoda(Testi di Anam Hermit)

Push Me (Monoton Edit)

The Moonlight Sessions

The Crocodile

Complicated

naviarhaiku488:
in dream world
was I laughing at a turtle?
winter seclusion

haiku: Kobayashi Issa https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kobayashi-issa
image: Todd Trapani https://unsplash.com/photos/ymEcUhbjCrI
for the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

Laughing at a Turtle [NaviarHaiku488]

'Lincoln’s Tinned Peaches have a new track out called Surrender. It brings together an intriguing mix of flavours. Fast and funky in a frantic Post-Punk influenced manner, the striking melody and tasty Bass Guitar figures grab me immediately. The band’s playing and chemistry is impressive across the board. In the chorus we get tempo shifts, multi-tracked voal harmonies. In the final section, the lead guitarist goes for it and the band’s playing is fluid and almost freeform'.

Neil March, Trust the doc., Ed. 81

Surrender

In The Garden

Hero

(John Stone)


Now dragons may be hard to find
Those knights of old have done their worst
Perhaps they’re in some smoky cave 
Sleeping deep within the earth
Now those who wish for derring do
Well they will have to look anew
P’haps catching tides, surfing waves or flying through the air

They want to be a hero
They want to be the one
Whose names is on the lips of men
An hour in the sun
But harbour lights are burning bright
And I’ll be home with you tonight
Don’t want to fight for what seems right over some imagined cause
Don’t want to be anyone else’s hero, but yours.

There’s those who sailed away to sea
In search of fortune and of fame
Who found some far untrodden land
And gave the land their name
Now there’s no undiscovered place
Where dint of man you’ll find no trace
Except perhaps inside your heart
That’s where I’ll play my part

Don’t want to be a hero…


The works of man shall turn to dust
And memories shall fade
Battles lose their consequence
As history’s remade
There’s those who seek eternity
They wonder far and wide
They reach across the universe
But never reach inside.

Don’t want to be a hero…

Hero

Delivery .m4a

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