got mad fire. well done mate . good work 🔥

Music video at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5yYAujyGVY

Brian Burchette & UNKNOWN SOUNDS
https://soundcloud.com/user-683779769

DIZJGIN (Boundaries) 
By Brian Burchette & Reberhead

No boundaries
No limited thoughts surround me.
In words I found me.
Sometimes in life,
Negativity attempts to confound me.
Still, I have center that is 
Sound in me
The rudimentary and primordial
Pronounces me

To have a dream 
and announce the theme

Double negatives,
And plenty of expletives.
Music that booms from speakers,
That fill the room with,

Something eclectic.
With a soundtrack
Similar to something
Beck did in the nineties.
No boundaries,
No limited thoughts surround me.
Told you, in words I found me.

I found me.
I found me.

A few wires and electric tape.
A sound board with several notes.
To twist like an artist’s periscope.
Just peering out
Into no boundaries.
Where no limits confound me.
Said, no boundaries,
No boundaries.
May the great walls come down 
To the ground pieces pounding.

REBERHEAD & BRIAN BURCHETTE - DIZGIN

Artwork: Yawata
Composition: RDMR & Zentrum
Record: DGN Studio
Mix/Master: Pineline Music Lab
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On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
T'sais qu'y a peu d'frères 
Protége tes arrières
On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
C'est la guerre ferme
Quand la rue se soulève

Marcher seul, le vide m'étreint
La vie m'astreint à marcher seul
Dans ce charnier y'a pas d'chemin
Que du bartasse, du barbelé
Ferraille rouillée 
J'vois des corps pendus
Le long de la chaussée 
Trop de portes fendues
On va tous y passer
Fond de l'air corrosif
Le sol est abrasif
Que des relents morbides
Qu'attirent les parasites
J'ai tout un tas d'cendres
Dans les poumons
La nuit j'attaque la pente
Sous descente de poison
Tu sévis, coup d'pression
Survie sans ablution
La street en ébullition
J'avance serré, démon 
J'ai l'amer béton

On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
T'sais qu'y a peu d'frères 
Protége tes arrières
On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
C'est la guerre ferme
Quand la rue se soulève

Voy por la calle comiendo policías
Luego los vómito y pone ostias
Yo no escribo eso lo saben las ratas
En el subsuelo ellas siempre mandan
Vamos a muerte ya lo sabes primo
Que somos la sangre que tira el camino
Me come los huevos todo lo que piensen
Por qué nos la lian si luego lo sienten
Voy por la calle, me como un policía
Luego lo vómito y pone ostias
Voy con los mismos desde los quince
Corriendo de los guardias, sprinters
Toda la vida de moco si
Si se pasa alguno pues rest in peace
Si quieres lo tienes, yo tengo locura
Estamos bien de momento

On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
T'sais qu'y a peu d'frères 
Protége tes arrières
On est sorti de terre
Venu manger la pierre
C'est la guerre ferme
Quand la rue se soulève

NML Ft. El Franki

Reason

Placed in position
Like a portrait of life
Frozen in time
Like a fly in the wine

In its empty eyes,
A flicker of light
The Mannequin's dream
A whisper in the night
A walk in the meadow
A field dead to blight
Stuck in a prison
The Mannequin's plight

IG: @tesssound
https://tessconway1.bandcamp.com/

Tess Conway x Writhing - The Mannequin's Dream

cant keep on living

“Rikki” is a word with many meanings in Finnish. It can mean “broken” shattered, torn, incomplete. But it also refers to sulfur, and “rikkihappo” means sulfuric acid — something corrosive, burning, consuming. This track continues the emotional journey of my previous releases: “Kipu” (Pain), “Tuska” (distress), “Pain”, and “Distress”. “Rikki” explores the moment something breaks — in the mind, in the body, in the soul. The burn that follows. The silence after...


“Rikki” on sana, jolla on monta merkitystä. Se voi tarkoittaa rikkinäistä — särkynyttä, repeytynyttä, puuttuvaa. Mutta se viittaa myös rikkiin alkuaineena, ja rikkihappo on jotakin syövyttävää, polttavaa, kuluttavaa. Tämä kappale jatkaa tunteiden matkaa, joka alkoi aiemmilla julkaisuillani: “pain”  ja “Distress”. Rikki kuvaa hetkeä, jolloin jokin menee rikki. Mielessä, kehossa tai sielussa. Poltetta, joka jää jäljelle. Hiljaisuutta, joka seuraa...

rikki

ain’t lost just vibin diff

Record: DGN Studio
Mix: Pineline music Lab
Artwork: Yawata
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Vapeurs agressives enveloppant l'atmosphère 
Reflets fuchsia pour languedocien rêveur
Terroir complice d'un génie moléculaire 
Vestige ardent de lubies dites éternelles
Relent corrosif pour vallon millésime 
Je te respire contemplatif
J'ai nagé le dos crollé dans un océan d'acide 
Tiens moi le moignon vers ces tréfonds qui brillent
J'ai saigné Galeizon, contesté toute floraison
Ne gesticule pas, j'ai pour moi toutes les raisons
Le cadre est idyllique, une fin sans générique 
Les saveurs s'enracinent dans un néant fantasmagorique
Les décennies s'endiguent et m'enivrent sur des kilomètres
Je ne suis qu'envie et m'exprime prétendument inerte
Mon alumine tutoie l'excellence, je vous souhaite joyeuse convalescence
Je n'ai d'essence que votre douce laideur
Reflets fuchsia pour languedocien rêveur

Salumine

discord: https://discord.gg/hC6jnwu6ma


I haven't slept for two nights.
Insomnia is not new, but this time he has no voice.
Before I thought about tomorrow, in things that were never going to happen, I invented futures to calm myself down.
Now there isn't even that.
Just an empty hum, a phrase that repeats in my skull:
You're not going to sleep, you can't, you're not going to sleep.

I have become addicted to shortcuts.
Pills that put out fires, but also the light.
And now that I try to leave it I burn in the abstinence of rest.
I don't know if this is syndrome or punishment, but I feel so fucking awake which seems like a joke to me.

I put on white noise, I meditate, I count the cracks in the ceiling as if they were sins.
And nothing.
Not a yawn, not a slit.
The body wants to sleep but he doesn't know how to do it.

And then comes the dilemma:
Should I close my eyes and pretend?
Do I see another series that consumes my hours?
Do I give up?
Because I don't know whether to fight this anymore
It is an act of bravery or stupidity.

I'm so tired, but I don't believe it.
The body does not give up,
He doesn't even complain.
It's just there, dead in life, no signs.

And I get angry.
Because everyone tells me to do my part.
But if I can't even handle my body,
How am I going to move my soul?

And the clock ticks as if he enjoyed the show.
I look at him and say:
I don't want the night to come.
But also:
I hope I arrive and fall asleep without realizing it.

Although I know it's not.
Although it hurts me to know.
And yet, I'm still here.
Without knowing why.
Awake.

fatally wounded and left to die

Devils Playground

▼ [EKT-DGT-097] ▼ KΔDΔBRΔ - MORTHIS RITVΛLIST

Vampire

Street Doom - JérusAlès, 30100
18AGOST, new album: https://linktr.ee/rdmr.projekt
Contact: galeizon@riseup.net

Salumine

RDMR

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