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Amura - Minimum

Arash Feat Lumidee - Kandi (Vadim Safin Remix)

I've been working on this project since August 2024. This is 8 months of money, time and effort. Enjoy <3

Smoking Lethal (Prod. labrynth)

(English lyrics below) 


[backing, Gospel-infused, spiritual choir] 

Vem av oss trodde
 det som vi hörde, (vem kunne tro det? ) 

för vem var Herrens makt uppenbar?
(vem kunne veta) 

Som en späd planta (oohal) 
växte han upp,(mmm) 
som ett rotskott - (mmm) 
[intensiv vocals] 
inför oss - ur torr mark.(markahahaa) 

Han hade 
inget ståtligt yttre(nooo) 
  'våra blickar drog  sig bort, (ifrån honom) 

Han var föraktad, 
(foraktad, ooah) 
övergiven av alla, (även mig) 
en plågad man-van vid sjukdom som
 - man vänder sig bort ifrån. ( vänder sig snabt bort ifrån) 

[bridge] 
[high pitch vocal sample,] 
Så föraktad, utan värde i våra ögon. (ooh) 
(utan värde för nån här på jord) 

[verse] 
Men det var våra sjukdomar 
han bar, (som han bar) 
våra plågor han led (han reddade mig) 
- när vi trodde att han blev straffad och slagen av Gud, (det var för mig) [x2] 
Och förnedrad. (så fornedrad) 

Han blev pinad (pinad) för våra brott, (ooh) 
sargad för våra synder,

han tuktades  (ohha) 
för att vi skulle helas, (helas av honom) 
hans sår gav oss bot (gav oss bot) 
[repeat]

[hook, rap, chanting beat, rytmic] 
(Men det var våra sjukdomar - han bar, 
våra plågor han led (våra plågor hanled) -( när vi trodde att han blev straffad
 och slagen av Gud,) 
(Det var för oss.) [x2] 

[Instrumental] 

[intensiv  broken street swedish vocals] 
inför oss - ur torr mark.(markahahaa) 

Han hade 
inget ståtligt yttre(nooo) 
  'våra blickar drog  sig bort, (ifrån honom) 

Han var föraktad, 
(foraktad, ooah) 
övergiven av alla, (även mig) 
en plågad man-van vid sjukdom som
 - man vänder sig bort ifrån. ( vänder sig snabt bort ifrån) 


[hook, rap, chanting beat, rytmic] 
(Men det var våra sjukdomar - han bar, 
våra plågor han led (våra plågor hanled) -( när vi trodde att han blev straffad
 och slagen av Gud,) 
(Det var för oss.) [x2]

(English lyrics.) 

Who has believed our message
    and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
    and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
    nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
    he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain
    and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
    stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.


D Va' 4ör 8SS

By Индия - wanna fly

1. A fierce fusion of trap beats and metallic textures at a relentless 100 BPM.
2. Deep 808 bass and crisp hi-hats drive a cinematic, night-marred soundscape.
3. Lyrics dive into inner turmoil: volcanic rage, sleepless nights, broken bridges.
4. Moody atmospheres collide with aggressive riffs, creating an edge-of-your-seat mood.
5. Perfect for late-night freestyles or as the soundtrack to your inner battle.

1. Трек сочетает в себе мощные 808 басы и металлические элементы.
2. Ускоренный темп 100 BPM дарит непрерывное чувство драйва.
3. Глубокие хай-хэты режут тишину, создавая остроту звучания.
4. Кинематографическая атмосфера погружает в мрачный мир.
5. Лирика отражает внутреннюю ярость и бессонные ночи.
6. Образы вулкана и огня подчёркивают неукротимый характер.
7. Тени города становятся символом заброшенности и одиночества.
8. Напряжённые риффы добавляют металлической агрессии.
9. Звуковые эффекты словно отзвуки грозы в твоей голове.
10. Каждая строчка – это крик души, обращённый в пустоту.
11. Бридж ломает привычную структуру, сжигая мосты прошлого.
12. Контраст света и тени служит лейтмотивом трека.
13. Ритмические сдвиги усиливают ощущение хаоса.
14. Бас и перкуссия действуют словно пульсирующая кровь.
15. Злой припев становится манифестом внутренней силы.
16. Звуковой мир будто сжат между стенами заброшенного храма.
17. Сочетание трэпа и метала создаёт уникальный гибрид.
18. Идеально подходит для фанатов экстремальной музыки.
19. Трек бросает вызов и не отпускает до последнего удара.
20. Это музыка для тех, кто живёт на грани света и тьмы.

Blood Moon Rising (Восход Кровавой Луны)

I speak

I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

—
@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


[21] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) • Gipsy Peace Duende Soul Fusion INDIE LOFI

Comfort Me

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Smoking Lethal (Prod. labrynth)

Snibs