circus of madness !! sick and craazy and mad and not from this world :) I LOVE IT !!!

Probably the weirdest song I heard today. Crazy riffs, crazy synths parts,... and... polka?!?!?

I love it! Chk the song Snatching souls for fun. You'll love it! Similar style

Love the opening. Very unusual but original track

Metal

You Wanted All Of Me (maxter)

Uwe Barschel (* 13.05.1944, † 11.10.1987) was a German politician of the CDU. He was Minister President of Schleswig-Holstein from 1982 to 1987 after serving as a state minister. After a scandal that arose during the 1987 state election campaign, which caused a sensation as the Barschel affair, led him to resign, he was found dead in the Beau-Rivage Hotel in Geneva on October 11, 1987. The circumstances of Barschel's death are still disputed today.

(Barschel was charismatic, eloquent and struck a pleasantly moderate tone for a CDU politician. And at 38 he was the youngest head of government of a German state at the time. 
Fun fact: Barschel received the Bambi media award in 1986)

Uwe Barschel

SO YOU'RE...
Music by Overdrive

No Suno or other AI music generation platform was used in the creation of this track.

So You're...

Without You • Future Chill Mix

Kapitel: Wie man verschwindet – ohne zu gehen.
Ich bin jetzt hier. Bauwagen. Ruhe. Heide. Aber keiner weiß, wie ich hierher bin. Alle sehen nur das Chillige. Dieses Draußensitzen mit Katze und Wind im Gesicht. Aber keiner sieht den Weg davor. Keiner sieht, dass ich schon Monate davor davon geträumt hab, obwohl ich nix wusste. Nicht woher. Nicht wohin. Nur: raus. Irgendwohin, wo nix mehr brennt außer der Himmel.
Vor ’nem Jahr ist was passiert. Hit. Richtig einer. 7 Millionen Klicks. Mehr, als ich selber je angeklickt hätte. Ich saß da, hab geguckt, hab gedacht: "Scheiße, das bin ich." Aber war ich das?
Das Finanzamt meint ja. Auf einmal Post. Ich, der seit zehn Jahren nix gemacht hat außer kaputtgehen, soll jetzt wieder was sein? Ein Produkt? Ein Steuerfall? Mir egal. Rechte sagen mehr als echte Nächte. Und ich hatte viele. Nächte, meine ich. Rechte nie.
Wo ich herkomm? Hamburg. Am Anfang war’s warm. Ehrlich. Wir waren leer, aber das war okay. Dann wurd’s Bahnhofsklo. Rotz, Tränen, Dreck unter den Nägeln. Leute, die gehen, ohne sich zu verabschieden. Straßen, die mehr wissen als deine Familie. Das war kein Leben. Das war ein Ende in Slowmotion.
Und ich? Ich bin raus. Nicht wie’n Held. Nicht wie’n Flüchtiger. Eher wie ein Flaschengeist, der zu lange da war, bis die Flasche platzt. Und jetzt? Jetzt bin ich hier. Nicht clean. Nicht dreckig. Einfach da.
Ich war da. Nicht hier im Bauwagen, sondern da, wo die Lichter brannten, bevor das Stromnetz gekappt wurde. Vor 6000 Leuten. Skapunks. 80er-Hit-Band. Keine Pappkulisse. Keine Selfie-Kultur. Das war echt. Und es war laut. Ich war mittendrin. Nicht als Zuschauer. Als Teil davon.
Und heute? Denken alle, ich wär vom Dorf. Weil kein YouTube die Zeit aufgezeichnet hat. . Nie Story. Nie Filter. Ich war einfach da – und keiner hat’s gespeichert.
Die Welt damals war keine Welt. War ein Zustand. Wie ein Stummfilm, den die Tonspur überrollt. Ich war drin. Ich war Stimme. Und dann kam Indiepop. Der Scheiß ging viral – und ich ging unter.
Aber ich erinnere mich. Blauer Augenblick vorm Horizon. Der Millionär, der keiner war. Applaus aus Stars. Echtes Licht. Echtes Schwitzen. Adlon. Limo. Hyatt. Der Raub kam später – nicht von außen. Sondern vom System, das vergessen hat, was ein Moment wert ist.
Ich war da, verdammt. Ich hab den Preis und hab ihn gesehen. Nicht den auf ’ner Urkunde – sondern den, den man zahlt, wenn man einmal zu nah am Echo war. Ich hab Limosinade geschlürft, Bruder. Und ich weiß noch, wie das schmeckt.
Jetzt? Jetzt chill ich im Bauwagen. Und weiß: Das war nicht „weg“. Das war nur ungespeichert. Aber in mir läuft das Tape weiter.
Tschüss. Absolut Tschüss. Aber nicht still...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h



kolkhorst 2025
all tracks performed, composed and recorded, mixed and produced
by kolkhorst, summer 2025, out there in the east.
inspired by schimanski, winnetou and miami vice

danke murschel.

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Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira


🎤 Presentation of “Uli – Bikes Are a Terror!” 🚲💥

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an anthem that proves life is made of falls, but also of laughter and persistence!

“Bikes Are a Terror!” isn’t just a song about not knowing how to ride a bike — it’s a delicious metaphor for how learning anything new can be total chaos. Who hasn’t tried something thinking it would be easy, only to discover that gravity has a sense of humor of its own?

Here, every wrong turn, every scraped knee, and every awkward glance from the campus crush becomes fuel to laugh at yourself and keep moving forward. Because, deep down, the message is clear: mistakes are part of the process, falling is inevitable, but getting back up is non-negotiable.

With verses full of irony and an explosive chorus of “Yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa!”, Uli reminds us that life isn’t about pedaling without falling — it’s about keeping at it until one day you glide with confidence and shout: “I did it!”

This song is an invitation to embrace the ridiculous, celebrate learning, and believe that perseverance always wins. Because, in the end, every fall is just a rehearsal for victory.

So, strap on your helmet, grip the handlebars, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster of sound. 🚴‍♀️✨ “Bikes Are a Terror!” — an anthem of hope, persistence, and of course, good laughs.

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

(Intro)

(Verses 1)

So my dorm-mate laughed at me, 
“Girl, I learned it when I was three!” 
I hopped on the seat, thought I’d slay, 
Boom—face-first, what a day.

I’m no athlete, never was, 
But they all keep sayin’ because: 
“It’s easy, don’t you whine, 
Riding bikes is super fine!”

Every try, I’m zig-zag bound, 
Like a circus clown in town. 
Crowds are watchin’, I pretend, 
But my balance meets its end.

On the campus quad, I stress, 
Never once a “bike success.” 
And my knees, they start to shake, 
Like I’m riding on an earthquake.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

(Verses 2)

I’m in a rush, like finals week, 
But patience is the skill I seek. 
Step by step, that’s how you grow, 
Not by bingeing YouTube, though.

Tutorial on 2x speed, 
Didn’t help my bike-y need. 
“Sit down straight, one foot, then glide…” 
Bro, I swear I almost cried.

Every try, I swerve and spin, 
Nearly crashin’ into him. 
Campus crush just walked on by, 
Saw me fall—yeah, I could die.

On the college path, I stress, 
Helmet hair, a total mess. 
Still I’m here, I won’t give in, 
One day soon I’ll ride and grin.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

[Verses 3]

Raphaella said to me, 
“Swimming’s something I can’t do, see.” 
What if while I pedal fast, 
That thought hits me—and I crash!?

Okay, I get it, no quick trick, 
It ain’t magic, just physics. 
Grab a book, mechanics class, 
Newton’s laws will save my ass.

(Final Chorus)

Chill out, girl, don’t lose your vibe, 
Still young, enjoy the ride. 
Step by step, you’ll get it right, 
One day soon you’ll own that bike.

Discipline, persistence too, 
Pedal slow, the skill comes through. 
Once you learn, it’s locked for life… 
…unless I crash again tonight!

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

“To The End of Days” — the fifth release by Smashing Again.

Written, composed, produced, and performed by Michel Alioscia (guitars, bass, vocals).  
Drums by Matteo.
All instruments and vocals recorded at home.  
Mixed and mastered by Alberto Venturini @ Città della Musica.

Inspired by the raw emotion of 90s alternative rock — think Nirvana, Babes in Toyland, and Pixies — this song blends melodic warmth with grunge textures, capturing a moment of fragile joy and unspoken longing.

🎧 100% human-made — no AI used in music or lyrics.  
🎨 Graphic design: Michel Alioscia. 

© 2025 Michel Alioscia Mazzolini — All rights reserved.  
® Smashing Again

⚠️ Unauthorized use of vocals, lyrics, audio, or cover art for AI training, datasets, or generative modeling is strictly prohibited without explicit written permission.  

—

Lyrics:

TO THE END OF DAYS

Today is like a dream
I feel the sun on my skin
I lay myself on the grass
I hope today is going to last

I'm soaked in joy to the bone
Nothing can make me sway

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days

What if I kissed you now
It makes me wonder anyhow
No more swifts unforeseen
All these plants are lush green

I'm soaked in joy to the bone
Nothing can make me sway

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days

To The End of Days

Carnival of Flesh

From the birth
To the earth
Break the curse 
Break the curse
Break
Break
break the curse
Break the curse

From the birth to the earth
Break the curse
Restore connection
Bring forth the message
From the birth to the earth
Break the curse
Restore connection
Bring forth the message
Break the curse 
May the truth guide my blade
I die in battle I fight
May the truth guide my blade
I die in battle I fight

Break the curse 
Break the curse 


Break the Curse

Our 3rd single for the year 2025 - if you enjoy it, please share!

Caelum Spectat Malum

Song by Beats Working UK taken from their most recent album 'Perspection'.
Written, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions.
John H - Vocals/guitars/keys
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Never Meant It To Be This Way - BEATS WORKING

An intense and atmospheric instrumental dive where silence weighs as heavily as sound. Each layer breathes tension and reflection — a journey into the beautiful discomfort of emptiness.
"The Stifling Nothing" is NASP's 5th single of 2025
Thank you all SO much in advance for listening.

All your support and feedback is highly appreciated.
So please take a little of your time to support this project 👇

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The Stifling Nothing

Buried in the Sun

[Verse 1 | Sorrow Effect]
I can't do this anymore; I'm breaking down,
This fighting’s hindering my sounds.
So fucking sick; I'm drowning,
Not finding a solution.

Feeling hopeless; nothing's left for me,
Deep in my sorrows left me speechless.
Rubble’s in the way of my progress,
I digress; it's not working.

[Guitar Solo | Painful Rift]

[Pre-Chorus | No Progress Effect]
I can't seem to find what I'm looking for,
There's darkness at the door.
Life flashes before my eyes,
Nothing seems right; I die.

I'm dead inside; irrelevant friends,
No source to make me mend.
Breaking my spirit whole,
I'll make you fold.

[Chorus | No Mends Effect]
I'm a fleeting memory; nothing's left,
This is the end; my soul's writhing.
I'll provide you with death,
I'm fed up with amends.

Break my spirit into little recesses,
Reigning over incarnation breaches.
I'm losing my mind; it's caving in,
No mercy; fucking shutting down.

[Guitar Solo | Death Effect]

[Verse 2 | Intense Sorrow]
My soul's crumbling with anticipation,
My declaration is inflicted pain.
Coming to crumble you down,
I've found you now.

Always fucking messed up in the head,
I've spent countless nights in bed.
I'm dead inside; no way out,
Crawls within messed up spots.

[Pre-Chorus | No Progress Effect]
I can't seem to find what I'm looking for,
There's darkness at the door.
Life flashes before my eyes,
Nothing seems right; I die.

I'm dead inside; irrelevant friends,
No source to make me mend.
Breaking my spirit whole,
I'll make you fold.

[Chorus | No Mends Effect]
I'm a fleeting memory; nothing's left,
This is the end; my soul's writhing.
I'll provide you with death,
I'm fed up with amends.

Break my spirit into little recesses,
Reigning over incarnation breaches.
I'm losing my mind; it's caving in,
No mercy; fucking shutting down.

[End | Fade Out]

No Mercy

SKEUMORPH PLAUGE – “Evil Gods of the Elites”

Album­beskrivning

“Evil Gods of the Elites” är Skeumorph Plauges mest apokalyptiska och kompromisslösa verk hittills — ett konceptalbum som skildrar mänsklighetens sista tid i en värld styrd av osynliga härskare, uråldriga gudar och maskerade makter som manipulerar civilisationens slutskede.

Omslaget, med sin elektriska rift av blått ljus i ett annars bottenlöst mörker, speglar albumets kärna: en spricka i himlen där de sanna härskarna visar sig. Här föds den nya ordningen — kall, främmande, gudlös.

Albumets elva spår är som kapitel ur en förbjuden bok:

Awaken Allah – ett stormande uppvaknande av de dolda makterna.

Seeking God of Destruction – sökandet efter den gud som inte frälser utan förintar.

Destruction and Pollution – en mardrömslik procession genom en döende värld.

The Smog of Tomorrow – giftiga framtidsvisioner i ljudform.

Closer to the Most Deadly War Ever – pulserande, skoningslös marsch mot katastrofen.

Evil Gods of the Elites – albumets centrala ritual: mötet med maktens verkliga ansikten.

الصمت الأسود – Black Silence – total tystnad som blir ett eget rop.

Dangerous Laughs – galenskapen bryter igenom röken.

Slaughter of the Stars – kosmisk förintelse, där himlen själv krossas.

Slaughter of the Stars Part II – den slutliga massakern; allt slocknar.

She Is Evil at the Barn – en sista, jordnära konfrontation med ondskan i dess mest mänskliga form.

Musikaliskt är albumet en blandning av dystopisk blackmetal, industriell undergångsestetik och rituella ljudlandskap. Det är brutalitet med mening. Kaos med syfte. En resa in i en framtid som inte längre tillhör människan.

“Evil Gods of the Elites” är inte ett album —
det är en varning, en profetia och ett kall från mörkret.

The Smog of Tomorrow

I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment, along with hollow knight and rise of the ronin.

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