I see the dirt in all these corners
I won't believe the world with all their warnings
And where I've been now, I keep myself falling
Cos when I wanna go, it's easy in the morning

I can't tell if I'm listening
Oh well, I'll get the gist and then I'll melt with indifference
This veil of mist that I must trial

If I could ask myself what it is I'm talking 
About, and laugh at help that keeps my head absorbing 
All of the things you need to feed yourself a portion
Of what you must believe to think your this important

I can't tell if I'm listening
Oh well, I'll get the gist and then I'll melt with indifference
This veil of mist that I must trial

There ain't no mercy in all of this performance 
I'll be a version of what you think is for me
So if your working to keep the lights on surely
The only thing that can save you is the morning

I can't tell if I'm listening
Oh well, I'll get the gist and then I'll melt with indifference
This veil of mist that I must trial

the gist

Watch out the Weirdo

Paranormal Stupidities (Instrumental)

Books

Paranormal stupidities

Many sounds here happilly borrowed sounds from freesound. Thank you so much !

Duality

Flat Development

Neoteric

Bandcamp

Nonagon

Know Thyself

Asylum

What Dreams May Come

What A Day That Will Be #, Gene Jumper, Singing All Vocal's.

What A Day That Will Be #, Gene Jumper, Singing All Vocal's

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Here is another one for the kids, based upon a game we used to play in the lake.

Lyrics:
I’m spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’, spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’ 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. 
 
Put your life jacket on, so you look like a swan, 
Step into the water, where you play like an otter, 
Put your feet on the ground, and you spin around, 
And you yell out to me…….everything that you see! (1-2-3-4) 

Sky---Trees---Lake---Weeds---Sun---Sand---Cloud---Land 
Sky---Trees---Lake---Weeds---Sun---Sand---Cloud---Land                                                       
Sky-Trees-Lake-Weeds-Sun-Sand-Cloud-Land 
Sky-Trees-Lake-Weeds-Sun-Sand-Cloud-Land (Yaay!) 
Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. 
 
I’m spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’, spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’ 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. 
 
With your feet in the sands, you can splash your hands, 
And you yell out to me everything that you see, 
With your feet in the sands, you can spin your hands, 
And you yell out to me……everything that you see!...(1-2-3-4) 
 
Raft---Rock---Hill---Dock---Green---Blue---Red canoe, 
Raft---Rock---Hill---Dock---Green---Blue---Red canoe,       
Raft-Rock-Hill-Dock-Green-Blue-Red canoe,  
Raft-Rock-Hill-Dock-Green-Blue-Red canoe, (Yaaay!) 
Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. 

I’m spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’, spinnin’ while I’m swimmin’ 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Spinnin’, swimmin’, spinnin,’ swimmin’, 
Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim. Ah – ah, it’s a Spin Swim.

Spin Swim

Hide N Seeker

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