Name: Spark's Dirty Prayer by The Psychonauts in The Worker
Duration: 4 min 16 s
Description: Spark's Dirty Prayer

The Worker

‘Part Of Your World’ is a song written by lyricist Howard Ashman and composer Alan Menken for Disney's animated feature film 'The Little Mermaid' (1989).

I’m deeply grateful to the great 'L'Orchestra Cinématique', a London based collective known for their incredibly epic covers and original pieces, for allowing me to make my own vocal version of their stunningly beautiful orchestral reimagining of this song.  

You can listen to more of their magnificent work here: @lorchestracinematique-music

Thank you so much for your listening. Hope you will enjoy this humble rendition of mine. 

The music video is available via the following link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS2DKVPaEfI&list=RDyS2DKVPaEfI&start_radio=1

Part Of Your World — The Little Mermaid (Cinematic Version) │Vocal cover by Anastasiya Ihnatovich

Step into a slow-burning dream.

“Blue Velvet” drifts through shadows of longing, sensuality, and fleeting euphoria — a dark ambient piece shaped for introspective nights and cinematic stillness.
Let the textures pull you under: deep bass, soft pulses, and a ritualistic calm that hums between desire and detachment.

An intimate soundtrack for late hours and inner rooms.
Watch video on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=of8KAghSRn4

BLUE VELVET

Through the Mist [Short Version]

[Verse 1]

I walked through halls of shadow,
seeking what was gone.
A door began to open,
the mist was moving on.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

[Verse 2]

Her presence lit the silence,
a beacon in the night.
Not of the past or sorrow,
but of a bond made bright.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

[Bridge]

No wall of time can sever,
no silence close the way.
The thread is spun forever,
it waits for us today.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

Through the Mist [Short Version]

The Worker [Smiles For Nothing]

[Intro]

The beggar prays to masters,
they never hear his plea.
The one who pets the tiger
soon learns what teeth can be.

He thought the machine his brother,
a friend to ease the load.
But oil will never quench him,
it poisons what he sowed.

[Verse 1]

He walks in the same old circle,
same door, the same result.
An idiot keeps repeating,
and prays the world will halt.

He builds his cage with patterns,
a prison made of doubt.
The shadow laughs behind him,
no different ending out.

[Chorus]

Seven shadows in the mirror,
dancing where I stand.
Every mask a different actor,
every lie a broken hand.

[Verse 2]

He cries at the smallest whisper,
his eyes are wide with flame.
He points at the other children,
but he’s calling out his name.

She hides her rage in silence,
her hunger locked away.
She smiles at the crowded table,
but her hunger doesn’t stay.

[Chorus]

Seven shadows in the mirror,
voices not my own.
But if I face the darkness,
I can bring them home.

[Outro]

The worker smiles for nothing,
his shadow shakes the dice.
He trades his soul for silence,
and pays the same old price.

The mirror cracks with laughter,
the actors take their bows.
A thousand lies keep marching,
and no one wonders how.

The Worker [Smiles For Nothing]

The Sound Of Rusted Gears

Spark's Dirty Prayer

No Particle Dies

bonzohunter

WELL I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A FOOL                          
I’M A ROCKER I’M A ROLLER SOMEWHERE OUT THERE MY HEART IS LOCKED IN A LOCKER 
I NEED A SHELTER I NEED A SISTER BUT ALL I HAVE IS NO ONE AS A FLOATER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL YEAH
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF SITTING NEXT TO SITTING BULL
COS AND I’M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER TO ME THIS WORLD IS MUCH TOO MUCH A ROLLER COASTER
I NEED NO BOTHER I NEED A BROTHER
OR ANYONE TO LEND A HAND IT DOESN’T MATTER

TALKING TO MYSELF

AND I’M A CHOOSER NOT A BEGGAR THIN ICE BROKEN GLASS I’M A DANCER
AND I’M A LOSER NOT A WINNER LOOKING UP HIGH FROM DOWN IN THE GUTTER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING ME JOHNNY BE GOOD
YES I AM TALKING TO MYSELF JUST LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHOULD
BUT I’M A JOKER I’M A SUCKER I AM MY OWN SELF-MADE TROUBLE MAKER
I GO MEANDER UNDER THE WEATHER LOOKING FOR ONE SWEET SMOOTH OPERATOR 

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO
LET GO!



TALKING TO MYSELF (Lyrics)

Lyrics:
The Vikings had an Erickson to reach a distant land.
Magellan chased the spinning globe, charting stars by hand.

They all looked up at Kitty Hawk as new wings cut the sky.
Courage lifted off the sand and showed us how to fly.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

The night is long, the stars still burn, especially at night.
The dark can’t teach the stars despair, always happy, always bright.
Stars don't move, just our eyes. They don’t cry when we fight.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

We teach machines to think like us, for profit, fear and wars.
They mirror all our human fuss but can't look up at stars.

Please don’t be like Elon, who's lost it all around,
where once he used to look beyond but now he just looks down.

You see the ground, it pulls you down,
the night seems long, but stars surround.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

You could be another Cochran, just like Jacqueline, maybe Zephram.
You could be just like Yeager and break another barrier.

The world shared a common tune and made us all look up when
Neil and Buzz aimed for the moon. A giant leap from one small step.

The night is long, the stars still burn, especially at night.
The dark can’t teach stars despair, always happy, always bright.
Find the star that lights your way, your purpose in the night.
Look up my friend, look up again tonight.

Look Up

Skin In The Game

Running Day

Have you ever had a good night's sleep disturbed by a persistent mosquito? If so you'll know how frustrating it can be.
With thanks to the author Verna Aardema (writer of the book 'Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears') for the inspiration.

Mosquitoes

I wrote this one about a best friends struggling relationship,  He put up with a lot before he passed. 2025 October 
Features my Vox organ .
 I live in the " Real World  " lyrics by Glenny G
What's the matter with the car your driving it seems to be running fine 
"Fine Fine Fine Fine "
Why complain about the place your living it's just for doing time
" Time Time Time Time "
I can't worry about your mental state , I'm sick and tired of trying
" Bye Bye Bye Bye "
In just in case you can't relate ,  inside I feel like dying " I feel like crying "
But I'm working on me even though your walking out
I live in the real world not the one all filled with doubts 
So don't lay it on me girl cause I know what I need
 I live in the real not alone in fantasy
What's the matter with this watch I'm wearing it must be running slow
" Time time time time "
I thought I had so much more to do but I need some place to go
" Fun Fun Fun Fun "
Cruising down the lost highway it seemed to be where I'm bound
" Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce "
I'm satisfy me a real soul someone who wont let me down
 " Wont Let me down "
Cause I'm working on me even though I'm running free
I live in the real world not a lone in fantasy
So don't lay it on me girl cause I know what I need
I live in the real world not alone in fantasy
I'm gonna take a long vacation and write myself a  sad sad song
Shake loose all this aggravation , heal my heart up oh so strong
I live in the real world . I live in the real world , I live in the real world
I LIVE IN THE REAL WORLD >>>>>>>>>>>>>

I live in the " Real World " !

In a concert of Jo Quail with God Is An Astronaut I felt the need to find ways to make a cello sound different,
Art by Maruja Mallo

Thrashcell

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name La Wi. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.

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