remix of Slawth's smash hit "Tommy Pickles" !
original version available here:https://soundcloud.com/slawth207/sets/tommy-pickles-single

Slawth - Tommy Pickles (Spacetooth Remix)

Serenade for Old Dogs

We are Dogs

Herukhuti's agony

Arcane {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™

Shout-out to Joran, thanks for the dope drums homie!

Bon Voyage (Stellar Sound Instrumental)

☠️ Poisonous Venom is a gritty reminder to keep your eyes wide open—especially on SoundCloud and in real life. 🐍 This track is all about watching your back and knowing that not everyone around you is solid. Originally Inspired by a hauntingly raw beat from the incredibly talented Kinelle Man, who originally titled it “Eyes in the Back of Your Head”—that concept alone sparked the whole chorus and energy for this joint. https://on.soundcloud.com/YcCbKErRiwCzFO5Qa7

Big salute to Kinelle Man for the inspiration, and mad love to all the other dope producers I’ve had the pleasure to work with:
God of Headnod, Butch Brownstone, DKODA, Eweezy, V. Nebula, Nu-Clear-Hodge, Weatherman XXL, Jay Coke, Burnseych7, MJBEATS, st. bird, Linkrust, RaimosS MaximouS and Beekool—y’all the backbone behind the sound.

Salute 🫡✨🎧🎶—stay sharp, stay real, and keep those eyes open.💯

Attention ‼️‼️‼️

Decided to post back up the original version of Poisonous Venom with V. Nebula’s beat—after really sitting with it, I felt the flow hit more naturally. The BPM on Kinelle Man’s version was just a bit too fast once I tried laying the vocals back over it, even though it was originally intended for his track.

Big love and major respect to both V. Nebula and Kinelle Man—two incredibly talented producers who both brought 🔥 to the table. This was an honest mix-up on my end, and I truly appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding.

Please be sure to show love to both producers, because they both helped bring this track to life in powerful ways.

Thank you all for your continued support and love 💕
More to come—stay tuned 🎶💯

Poisonous Venom (Prod. V. Nebula)

All My Life

Beat and lyrics written produced and performed by Codex Scrolls 
Scribes of Avalon

The decorative walls of the great halls

made with casio, 2 metronomes, 2 mics and NCH editinig
photos by ME, is our birdbath. there were 6 SIX frogs and i went to grab my camera, then only two remained (shy i guess). it was super warm day, first of the year. been watching everyday for repeat of this behavior, but not yet.
i didn't fade out the ends because because i play in repeat and the ends line up pretty good.

frogs in the bird bath

link to ai detection software..(using ai is an ongoing debate, but fooling other vocalists into collabs with ai vocals needs to be called out)
beware of CYFR 360, & Vickstix
gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fww…9e89b-1-1757068473996

New Dawn

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — demo version drop

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Spacetooth is a side project by Portland,Maine Hip Hop artist Dynamo-P showcasing his beats.

Slawth - Tommy Pickles (Spacetooth Remix)

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