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Tamino playing The World Is Not Enough (Garbage Cover) for Reprise on france.tv
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Tamino - The World Is Not Enough

Videoclip:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1U7QE3W4do

So I'll follow the wind 
where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own home way 
and when the day is done and the sun sinks low 
I'll listen to the whispers and let my soul go

So I'll follow the wind where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own way 
and when the day is 
done and the sun sinks slow 
I'll listen to the whispers and let my soul go

So I'll follow the wind where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own way. 


I'll follow the wind

روز وصل دوستداران یاد باد

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Lyrics : DriKKs B
Arrangement : Audacity, FLStudio, SunoAi
Song by MoniKa Prod. - copyright © 2025 /all rights reserved

Final Breath

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.

tapehead prophet

original song written and sung by Nathan Della Rovere Goldsmith Freeman 

Whiskey in a Bottle

Cardinal - Acoustic Demo

If you go away

Arghavan (Engare اِنكَاره OST)-  Mim Rasouli

Arghavan

نگار بوبان عازفة عود إيرانية

عزف عود / نگار بوبان

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.