1. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.

2. For that he’ll sacrifice anything
Dignity, position or faith
For that he becomes
As it were, a living wraith.

For that he lives all these years
For all the years to come
A ghost in the body of life
No more than the clicking of a thumb.

No more than a burning bush
Stuck forever in a desert
As long as the flame  remains
He remains ever-present.

3. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.


Addiction r1a

Bad Things

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The First Collaboration beat tape from TA3NOS X SQuIGGoD. Titled Nowhere its a journey into the depths of sounds for just that what the title sais, Not to forget the cover shot by my bro 0bscurePhotography great collaboration sounds mixed with the right eye for a capturing cover. Much Love SQuIGGoD.

Ghost Dreams

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2nd addition of a trilogy EP Follow The Rabbit

Follow the Rabbit

Welcome to the Void

A dark ambient post-rock instrumental blending analog guitar tones, lo-fi textures, and a cinematic mood.

No Absolution

Artist ; Micah1, STADIUM
Mix/master; Micah1, STADIUM
Prod; Young Guid
Covert Art; STADIUM

Micah1 verse quick translation
I want to walk with you, hold my hand, I make this music straight from my heart. 
See the sparkle in my eyes, Bonnie and Clyde u feel that vibe, hold my hand, me and you would walk straight ahead.
 You feel that vibe, hold my hand and I'd walk straight ahead. 
We weren't welcome here, but we have our own world, you and me you and me you and me

Bonnie And Clyde ft. STADIUM

I very slowly
Came apart
On that morning
Of the heart.

When dust settled
I had gone
Nothing left 
Of legs and arms.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.

Fell down
Into empty air
No one left
Nothing there.

In the morning
As I came apart
My lips lay scattered
As was my heart.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.

Lost my body
Pieces everywhere
Some on the floor
Some on the stairs.

Here in the morning
As I sang a song
I finally noticed
What was going on.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.


Morning of the heart r2a

CRAZY

Photo: Netherlands, 2025.

The original version of this track has a repeating minimalist drum loop. Fellow musician ElektRoman The Biomind suggested a version without the drums so here we are 'sans batterie'.

As ever, listen all the way through = good karma... thank you.

Bass: Sandberg Elektra 4-string with flats through NI Guitar Rig.
Guitars: PRS CE24 into Archetype Mateus Asato and a Godin Montreal archtop into NI GuitarRig.
Keys: various VST from NI and Arturia. Strings are Crow Hill Small String Gestures with a Crow Hill Dot Allison Dulcet Voice that sparkling pad that comes in.
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12.

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Contrast - sans batterie

Photo: Emden, Germany, 2025.

I've had the drum loop for this in mind for a few months now but couldn't find a creative route to do something with it. Hope this works though and it's a gentle piece.

As ever, listen all the way through = good karma... thank you.

Drums: NI Kontakt loop.
Bass: Sandberg Elektra 4-string with flats through NI Guitar Rig.
Guitars: Fender Telecaster into NI GuitarRig.
Keys: various VST from NI and Arturia. Strings are from Spitfire Audio.
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12.

After Everything Is Said

RustyMonk | Musician. Storyteller. Wanderer of Sound.

Raised on the soul of classic rock, the pulse of old-school hip-hop, and the dreamscapes of synth-driven electronica, my music is a fusion of the past and future. I blend folk guitar, analog drums, keys, synth and atmospheric textures to build sonic landscapes that feel lived in—because they are.

I don’t chase genres. I follow emotion.

Each track I create is a memory in motion, stitched from heartache, hope, and raw human experience. From high school choir harmonies to dusty home studio nights, music has always been my compass.

In a world spinning with chaos, I believe in the power of sound to ground us—reminding us that kindness, connection, and authenticity matter. No shame, no masks. Just truth set to rhythm.

🎶 Life is a song. Sometimes gritty, sometimes golden. But always ours to write.

Thanks for listening, sharing, and walking this path with me.
🩵 Much love,
RustyMonk ©️2025