⏳ The TimeThief doesn’t steal minutes.
He steals memories.
A poetic, AI-crafted track echoing through time, loss, and digital fragments.
Foss wrote it. The rest? The machine felt it.

TimeThief

Signal Void is a dark, atmospheric rock song that dives into the disorienting experience of being lost in a world of fractured signals and distorted reality. Blending cyberpunk-inspired imagery with themes of isolation and existential uncertainty, the lyrics paint a picture of someone trapped in a chaotic feedback loop, unable to break free.

The driving rhythm and intense instrumentation mirror the song’s themes of static, interference, and paranoia. The chorus echoes the feeling of sinking into the noise, while the haunting bridge introduces ghostly whispers and burning circuits, blurring the line between the digital and the real. Signal Void is a powerful exploration of being lost in the void, both in the world of technology and within one's own mind.

Incorruptible

Signal Void

A modern protest song with the bold spirit of Sertanejo and the weight of truth. Mass-sirs is a message of resistance, personal freedom, and not letting others define your path. Raw lyrics, heavy drops, and unapologetic emotion—this one's for anyone who's done being tied down.

✊ Hybrid Man | You Do You

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Uma canção de protesto moderna com o espírito corajoso do Sertanejo e o peso da verdade. Mass-sirs é uma mensagem de resistência, liberdade pessoal e a recusa em deixar que outros definam seu caminho. Letras cruas, batidas fortes e emoção sem desculpas—para quem já cansou de ser acorrentado.

✊ Hybrid Man | Seja você

🎵 Respect to Brazil—the roots of Sertanejo run deep and powerful.

Mass-sirs – HYBRID

Vocals based on a Mongolian Poem (quite certainly pronouned incorrectly) presented as a drone 'n' drums chant. 

Call of Spring

Love's a pollen that blooms in the spring.

Love's a Pollen (Remastered)

Whispers crawl through the dusky air
Shadows linger but no one's there
Broken clocks they cry at the sight
Of nightfall kissing the marble sky tonight.

Nightfall at Midnight

Zwei Menschen, ein Geheimnis – und nur der Himmel weiß, wie es endet.

Leise, ehrlich, vertraut – ein Song wie ein Blick, der alles sagt.

Für alle, die lieben, ohne es zu erklären.


Two hearts, one secret – and only the sky knows how it ends.

Subtle, raw, and real – a song like a glance that says it all.

For everyone who loves without needing words.

Nur der Himmel

a chance

Bonjour à tous,
Voici un hommage à Jean-Olivier Chénier (1806–1837), , patriote, et figure emblématique de la rébellion du Bas-Canada.
En décembre 1837, à Saint-Eustache, il prend les armes pour défendre les idéaux de justice, de liberté et d’autodétermination du peuple québécois.
Tombé au combat, il devient le symbole d’un courage indomptable et d’une lutte encore vivante dans notre mémoire collective.
J’ai écrit cette chanson pour un spectacle musicale dédié au Québec Libre en 1985. 
Elle est interprétée avec émotion par Louise Desrosiers.
Un  hommage à l’homme, au rêve, et à cette flamme qui ne s’éteint jamais.



Chant :			Louise Desrosiers 1985
Paroles :		Laurentides Music 
Composition :		Laurentides Music 
Arrangements : 	Laurentides Music
Copyright :		Laurentides Music 2025


L'écho des patriotes  hommage à Jean-Olivier Chénier (1806–1837)

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

The Files

spiritual gifts ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

I am the voice for those who seek
Strength when darkness peaks.
I live a life wild and free
Forged in fire, untamed like the sea.

Yet in the shadows, light will rise,
A spark reflecting in weary eyes.
Through storm and silence, loss and fear,
A guiding flame still burns clear.

Sebastian—steadfast, strong and true,
A warrior’s heart in midnight’s hue.
Theodore—gifted hands to heal,
A name that speaks of love made real.
And Lucas—born to blaze the way,
A torch against the darkest gray.

No chains can bind, no night consume,
For light will break the deepest gloom.
A Viking soul, both fierce and wise,
With northern winds behind his eyes.

I walk alone, yet I ignite,
A nameless soul—but burning bright.
A kingdom’s call, a truth to find,
A beacon in the hands of time.

Drifting between melodies and words, I weave stories from the whispers of the wind and the echoes of the soul. A seeker of truth, I find inspiration in the rhythm of nature and the spark of human connection. My spirit walks with the snowy owl and arctic wolf, rooted in the strength of my Viking ancestry. Through music and creation, I build—shaping a kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. No single path holds all the answers, but every path holds a piece of the truth.

Signal Void

Sébby T.

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