Bring Me The Horizon - Shadow Moses (Full Intro)

From Atlantic Thrills "III" out June 6th on Almost Ready Records

Atlantic Thrills - "Dirty Love"

i lied

bleach

Love from a distance


Lyrics:
It’s only you,
It’s only you,
It’s only you,
It’s only you, 
Only you…
Only you…

I’m hearing sirens when you call
My name,
Nobody knows,
The way you make me feel, 
Your sun rich skin,
I’m drowning in, you’re
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I came too late,
Sorry I kept you waiting,
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it, can’t deny it at all

That was enough,
Never again, our eyes would touch, 
Searching for you, but no one does,
The same things that you had done for us,
Fleeting chance, another glance,
Sleepless nights, the toxic chants,
Craving you, tenderly,
Wishing for this ecstasy,
Never ending, wishful thinking,
I knew you were gone,
I should’ve told you, what this was,
A line was drawn,
Peace everlasting, your body i’m holding
if only you knew me, if only…
If only…
(Hey)

I’m hearing sirens when you call
My name,
The world knows,
You’re my one and only
Your hands on my body, 
You’re the missing piece for me, you’re
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it,
My heart is beating outta my chest
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it at all

Sirens

In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

wax eden

noc je ako naruby  kabát
v hlave sa preháňajú myšlienky
na ktoré nemal si cez deň kedy
prehadzuješ sa na posteli

migréna už sa znovu hlási
tabletku dal by si si
ale nemáš 
preto čakáš či zaspíš
spánok však neprichádza 

ref 1
počítaš hodiny 
vlečú sa pomaly
pritom ráno blíži 
sa tak veľmi rýchlo

ref2
spánok sa kráti
dávno už všetko stíchlo
tvoj čas sa stratí
obluda noci
na hlave ti sedí

a zvnuúra hlavy kladivom von búcha
kovové obruče
zvierajú spánky
oči sa tlačia
to stačí
ty vidíš brieždiť ranné zore
nespal si
čaká ťa obloha
aj more

a ďalší deň
odpočítavania
aj o tom boli tvoje nočne hlasy
ale nemáš 
preto čakáš či zaspíš
spánok však neprichádza 

ref 1
počítaš hodiny 
vlečú sa pomaly
pritom ráno blíži 
sa tak veľmi rýchlo

ref2
spánok sa kráti
dávno už všetko stíchlo
tvoj čas sa stratí
obluda noci
na hlave ti sedí


ale nemáš 
preto čakáš či zaspíš
spánok však neprichádza 

ref 1
počítaš hodiny 
vlečú sa pomaly
pritom ráno blíži 
sa tak veľmi rýchlo

ref2
spánok sa kráti
dávno už všetko stíchlo
tvoj čas sa stratí
obluda noci
na hlave ti sedí

sleeples-night-(-insomnia)

A strange outcome, I asked Suno for dark singer songwriter, however it sounds to me more like "metal". My own fault I guess. I asked for lots of distortion and a bass drone. But the thing is it is almost all that I had asked for. Rain, thunder and wind effects are added in audacity.

I wrote the poem, "The Wind", when Hurricane Katrina caused so much trouble for New Orleans, thinking about climate change, etc. Here are the words to that poem.

Poem - the wind

The Wind sighed, 
And the world turned. 
The Wind whispered, "Why?" 
But no one heard.

 The Wind wondered, "When?"
 But no answer came. 
The Wind cried, "Cease!" 
But few took heed. 

The Wind shrieked, "Stop!" 
But the suffering had started. 
The Wind warned us all, 
But who had noticed. 
And the world turned. 

The Wind howled, "How?" 
But was it now too late? 
The Wind became man's enemy, 
And they asked, each one, 
"Why didn't we listen?" "

Why didn't we care?" 
"Why didn't we do enough?" 
"We could have helped" 
And the world turned.

 The Wind tore through The remaining years. 
"why didn't we listen?" 
And the world turned, 
In upon itself.

The Wind

IT FOLLOWS ME

Warsaw (VS + Machine)

Just By Opening Her Eyes (VS + Machine)

Just By Opening Her Eyes_(VS+Machine)

I started to wonder if you think of me
While listening to certain songs
Do you still love me enough, and regret letting me go?

Am I part of any of your thoughts
When you’re scared of growing old?
Does that make you think of us?

Are there many things that remind you of me?
Or is it just the little things and all we used to dream?

I just wonder if I cross 
your mind now and then
I thought I moved on
but you’re still here

We live in the same city, 
yet we never cross paths
I still remember the last time we said goodbye
Holding each other tight
Knowing it was actually the last
“last time”

Nothing feels like 21 — lost so much
But had you back
The party was ours, but we missed our chance 
(Ialways hated to dance anyway)

I thought I had already moved on
But I might need more time
I don’t want to be healed 
if that means letting you go
(I would’ve burned the city for you)

The things I used to enjoy 
just don’t make sense anymore
I guess it’s because you’re no longer here
Just like you were supposed to be

And I could never be your friend
I know what you do to them
And how you never stopped them from playing with your head

Time to pop that bubble you always lived in
There’s danger out there — you know I always meant it
I imagined false scenarios in my head
Just to warn you and keep you safe
But you never listened
“It’s just a two-year difference”

(don’t worry it’s on me)
(I never showed you all the memories that I still keep)
(I kept the door open)
(But forgot to hold tight)
(Hope you’re safe in the wild)

stuck

Just a project born from a storm of thoughts that were never meant to be heard. 

No names. No faces. Just frequencies wrapped in memories.

stuck

red unicorn

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