FO its autom again

To escape the snipers,
an angel found shelter inside the hollow body of a Gibson 335.
He’s got plenty to say —
enough of all this waste!

REVOLUTION. EVOLUTION.
Some winners just have to lose...

335 Angel

For he or she who is able to understand the miracle of life, to fight to the end for something he truly believes in.. Peace

Warrior of Light

Warrior Of Light

Vaticano

Trips

“Pacem Meam Do Vobis” closes the album with a paradox: a promise of peace wrapped in the shadow of death. Borrowing its title from the words of Christ in John 14:27 — “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you” — the song meditates on the tension between divine assurance and mortal finality. It’s a farewell not just in scripture, but in sound.

The track begins with apocalyptic brass — evoking the trumpet blasts of Revelation, heralds of both judgment and transcendence. From this dramatic opening, the song unfolds slowly, building with orchestral weight and sacred texts. But just when peace seems within reach, it arrives in the form of a flatline. A heartbeat stops. The listener is left with the chilling realization: in this world, the only peace we can be certain of may come with death.

Yet even here, a deeper meaning flickers beneath the surface. The text drawn from the Secreta for All Saints’ Day reminds us: “The souls of the righteous... seem in the eyes of the foolish to be dead, but they are at peace.” The concluding “Alleluia” — “Praise the Lord” — is not naïve joy, but a stubborn, defiant hope. It echoes the album’s recurring theme, first spoken by Virgin Black: “All is lost but hope.”

Pacem Meam Do Vobis is the sound of finality — and what might lie beyond.

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PACEM MEAM DO VOBIS

Justorum animae in manu Dei sunt, 
et non tanget illos tormentum malitiæ:
Visi sunt oculis insipientium mori: 
illi autem sunt in pace. Alleluia!

(The souls of the righteous are in the hands of God, 
and the torment of malice shall not touch them:
They seem in the eyes of the foolish to be dead, 
but they are at peace. Alleluia!)

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Pacem Meam Do Vobis

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The First Minute opens 12 Minutes — a short ambient classical journey by composer Jeremias Langsämmer. Soft strings meet choral textures to create a space of stillness and reflection. Designed for focus, calm, and cinematic listening, this piece captures the breath between thought and silence.

🎧 From the forthcoming album 12 Minutes, a suite of short ambient classical works for piano, strings, and quiet contemplation.

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Jeremias Langsämmer – The First Minute | Ambient Classical Strings & Choral Calm

اول اغنية بلوز عربي غربيThe Rise of Hope.Arabic blues.

Need You

I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 

My mind ain’t working okay

I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think that I confused you

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn that you got it all wrong

Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into rightings
In case you still need reminding
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone

Oh no you can’t find me
Too bad you can’t find me
I ain’t messed up now 

You’re gone

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa now you can’t find me
Too bad you can't find me
You can no longer like me
Don't care you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I don’t need you behind me

Too bad you can't find me
Whoa now you can’t find me
Don't care you don’t like me
Whoa you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall @2020

Ain't Messed Up

When the seagulls sing

A soulful retro-pop ballad carried by warm female vocals, gentle guitar, and a touch of spoken thoughts at the end. It’s not about sadness, it’s about accepting the past and moving forward.

Echoes of You

“We Ain’t Shit (Part B)” is where the smoke settles — and the truth hits. Lyra Noel slows it down, exposing the guilt, the silence, and the scars left after the games. It’s darker, smoother, and more honest — where confidence meets confession.

This part of the story shows the aftermath: the late-night texts, the what-ifs, and the realization that sometimes, both hearts were wrong. Trap R&B meets soulful storytelling as Lyra flips pain into power and turns vulnerability into art.

New Beginnings

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