If anyone ever thiis roots ever? It's 2025 and I sensed a shift from 2024 on an emotional collective basis. But Harry's wand shoots 'vetctors' one of a kind. Shpongle gig wasn't everything that had been ever waited for and so I ended up on this song. Told by a 3d-soulbeing, who awkwardly seems so to be autistic sometimes. Or maybe he is, Nebula Song might fall or rise, let's see... 

LYRICS:

What do you want to do with your Life? Save yourself, or drown The hippies, down The Drain of yesterday's files, secrets of your dirty backpack, shorty droppin facts, and Walkin Miles 'cause end of The Road way too Black, Fade him dont text, wait Till he IS dead and flex, you're going to Be next, to change The bellringing, Hell IS when you're clinging, tell him it's you aiming, no wonder baby's name IS, Hailey, lamest party ever, bye bye, email full of unfinished sympathy, while you were gone I got The Alien empathy, devil in your eyes made me lose My mind, so I left and listened to enchanted, always More and More Time, to get social and entangled, for sure I Will lay on My Back, The weed in The microchip IS Well curated, a fact, and while you play The trick I Will find a way to get Back on tracks, saturated fat, pieces of foodpuzzle wake you up, too late to cover that with Make up, fools hazzle and Bake potatoes, drake, Kendrick and jay-z get anxiety as toast, garlic and roasted! (But hey, We Are closed...)

//younger generation get poor on xanax, I bleed to see Blood, fools elevate their mind being bloods, level aint done before you arrive at The teleport, pass Out, your choice so Make IT yours, but remember Luke, use The force, dont forget The doors, led Zeppelin, take two trippin', every actionmovie you ever wanted, lickin' a guitar neck with tentacles, alphabell and action//

//Alphabell, breathe in, alphabets, breathe Out, what a flex, see him, what The fuck, love her//x2
//Metalwatch, dollarsign, methbatch, business man, legalshit, rocking, level: trip, drinks with a fan//x2

Clubsetting IS lit, only If you happen to own tits, The feeling you get when mdma kicks in, we Are here together after a decade, If you play guitar don't hit legato, your decision made you The person you are, OR, your person decided WHO you follow? No matter what, sicily IS where The mafia IS, fascinating ice castle, iceland, there wasn't speed in ireland, only poor people and More sentiment, that's why you are so Paranoid, The DJ wants empty dancefloor, or Even knows you, and wants you Out? Ever Been to underground raves? They are so loud, your heart might start whispering, get Out before they all turn ghosts! reckless souls and orgy hosts, Shoes like dancing, climbing over a fence five am, your buddies smile all fucked up, you're still empty 'cause The future haunts, hype to stay Alive, isnt that what you're supposed to say? Get a FIX to insert drama, and Be princess one more Time, Enya, flow so fresh like lime, you whiteboys feed on grime, Walter white's choice, do a classic crime, cancer in your telephone, hugging your TV hands tied, maybe The club afterall was retarded, braindead, and tired! General Atomics...

//younger generation get poor on buprenorphine, I bleed to Be alive, fools elevate their mind being cribs, level aint done before you arrive at The teleport, dreams, rest in piece My love, but remember Luke, use The force, dont forget The doors, Jefferson Airplane, take three trippin', every romantic comedy you ever wanted, pounding a drumset with tentacles, alphabell and The end...//

This IS The end, beautiful friend,  The end, My only friend... The end! 😈 Beautiful friend, The end!

losing connection...

This is an instrumental track that needs a vocal line for a future album.

Now, We've Fallen

Now, We’ve Fallen

When everything's so loud around you, that you don't know anymore if you're dreaming or if it's real

Transgenic Mornings

The Musical Poemwriter

This is Not a Drill

👇 LYRICS BELOW, HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

Intro (whisper)

Yeah… feel like static in my veins.


Verse 1

Cold cigarettes, cheap coats, I walk the midnight mall,

Mirror shows a stranger, I don't know him at all.

Mama says "be patient", friends just say "move on",

But they see the cover, never read the song.

Black roses on my dashboard, tears on my sleeve,

Phone full of unread texts from ghosts that won't leave.

They paint me like the villain in a story I ain't wrote,

They point and smile, don't know the bleeding in my throat.


Pre-Chorus (soft, sung)

I watch the city sleep and feel like I'm awake,

Every laugh's a thunder that I never get to break.


Chorus (melodic, echo)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Verse 2 (rapbed, confessional)

Pop another label, "weird" stamped on my chest,

They hand me pity like a gift, like that’s supposed to fix the rest.

I write love letters to a room that never keeps my light,

Play my feelings on a loop, still sleep through the night.

Tattooed memories, names I left behind —

I burn them in my verses, hope they fade in time.

Demons in the closet, angels on the stair,

I pray to empty ceilings, nobody answers there.


Pre-Chorus (breathy)

I trace the scar above my heart, memorize the pain,

Life's a late-night show and I'm the actor with no name.


Chorus (melodic, bigger)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Bridge (vulnerable, slowed)

They whisper "fix him", like pain’s a thing you can replace,

I keep a bottle of apologies hidden in my place.

Sometimes I taste the wrong things, trying to feel right,

But I only end up hollow when the morning steals the night.

If love is a language, I forgot how to speak,

All my pages are blank and my knees are getting weak.


Breakdown (hazy, lo‑fi)

Static halo, static halo — calling out but no reply,

Static halo, static halo — plastered smile beneath the sky.

I drown in crowded rooms, I float in empty beds,

Nightmares tuck me in with all the songs inside my head.


Chorus (final, echoing)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Outro (soft, almost spoken)

Maybe one day they'll hear the sorrow in my tone,

Till then I'll wear this halo like it's carved into my bone.

Static in my veins — I feel it when I breathe,

Outcast forever, but I keep dreaming, keep believing.

(...Static...)

STATIC

🖤✨ You Were The Ruin (Rework)
by The Miracle Syndicate

Footsteps fading into nothing,  
Falling back where you once stood.
Words unspoken choke the silence, 
Cut in dust and splintered wood.

I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway, 
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Hands in pockets, cold in summer, 
Trains still hum a fractured tune. 
I pretend I never wonder, 
But the night still sings of you.
 
I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway,
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love

Stone and silence, steel and sighs,
Every ending feels like a lie.
Would you know me now, at all?
Or just the ghost against the wall?

Can you hear me now?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Mmmm-hmmm.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around.
No one stays, no one stays,
You were the ruin anyway.

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

You Were The Ruin (Rework)

Every Face I See" plunges into the deepest sense of urban alienation. It’s the soundtrack to feeling entirely alone while surrounded by a crowd. The track uses melancholic piano and deep synth bass to capture the feeling of being an unseen ghost in a loud, indifferent city. Perfect for introspection and night walks.

Starlight Express - Every face I see

Flicker in the hallway—hush.
Footsteps? Or the radiator’s rush.

Mailbox full of ads I never chose,
Camera in the lobby tracks my clothes.
Shadow in the mirror knows my name,
Keyhole holds its breath like it’s a game.
Curtains twitch, the streetlight blinks at three—
I freeze, the floor remembers me.

Static on the line, a whisper climbs the feed,
My walls repeat the things I never meant to read.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I laugh so no one sees.

Doorbell rings and no one’s on the step,
Notifications hum like insects kept.
Billboard on the corner knows my face,
Echo in the stairwell keeps my pace.
Password in my mouth like bitten wire—
I smile, but all the smiles misfire.

Glitches in the glass, reflections fall in line,
A chorus made of cameras hums in time.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I joke, but it’s not free.

Wave to the red light—pose for the unseen,
Sign on the dotted line, scrub yourself clean.
If you’ve got nothing to hide, why can’t I breathe?
(Shh.) Smile for the feed.

[Chorus – Final / Outro]
They are watching me,
signal strong in the midnight breeze.
They are watching me,
till my thoughts turn into keys.
They are watching me —
good night, good night—delete.
You are watching me
I can see you 

They are watching me

"Subway Work and Sleep" - The endless loop. The urban treadmill. The cycle we can't escape.
Morning alarm. Rush to the platform. Bodies pressed together in metal tubes. Work. Exhaust. Return. Collapse. Repeat. This is the rhythm of survival in the concrete machine.
We're not living—we're maintaining. Trapped in the three-part symphony of modern existence: subway, work, sleep. The city demands everything and gives back nothing but exhaustion.
Built on relentless chopped Amen breaks, distorted classical samples, crushing basslines and raw shouted vocals. This is the soundtrack to our collective exhaustion, our shared imprisonment in the cycle.
Wake up. Work. Sleep. Repeat. Until when?
Produced by Rooky Flange Sound System
Drum & Bass / Jungle / Breakbeat

Subway Work Sleep

This week on the Music Matters Media Podcast, we’re diving into Three Days Grace’s explosive 8th studio album, ‘Alienation’! The record marks a huge moment for the band — the long-awaited return of original vocalist Adam Gontier after an eleven-year absence. It also marks the band’s first time performing as a five-piece with dual vocalists, uniting Adam Gontier and Matt Walst on co-lead vocals.

Tune in to hear our thoughts on Adam’s big comeback, how Adam and Matt’s vocals blend together, what we think of the band’s new sound, and what this could mean for the future of Three Days Grace. It’s a brand-new era for the band, and you won’t want to miss this one!

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Three Days Grace: Alienation - Episode 146

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

The wound is where the Light enters you.  —Rumí

The Miracle Syndicate
Founded and produced by Brad Astra

The Miracle Syndicate is an independent alternative music collective formed by Canadian producer and composer Brad Astra. Emerging from the outer edges of post-punk, dream pop, and shoegaze, the band’s sound fuses analog textures with emotional memory to create songs that feel both haunted and deliberate. Since its quiet inception, The Miracle Syndicate has grown into a global presence, with listeners drawn to its deeply personal recordings and cinematic tone.

The project began during a period marked by grief, transition, and emotional exile. Music became a way to stay present. The first real sound came from instruments left untouched for years, carrying the dust of another lifetime. When Astra picked them up, it felt less like reclaiming them and more like listening to something that had been waiting. From that moment on, he began building a workflow that allowed his inner world to speak clearly. With limited gear and deep intention, he shaped a sound that resonated more with feeling than fidelity. Plugins and tools became secondary. 

The truth was already in the strings.

Silence plays an equal role in the work. Astra treats it not as absence, but as design. The pauses between tracks are measured, not left to default. A sudden stop may mark resolution, but songs that drift into a final coda are given space, a deliberate moment for reflection, like a breath held between movements in a classical piece. For Astra, silence is not the end of a song. It is the invitation to stay with it just a little longer. In The Miracle Syndicate, silence becomes its own form of listening.

The emotional core of the music is difficult to name, somewhere between nostalgia, longing, reverence, and grief. Astra likens it to opening an old box of forgotten belongings, photographs, letters, objects that once meant everything. In that moment, memory returns like a ghost. Not always sad. Not always warm. Just present. These songs carry that same essence, flashes of reverence, regret, gratitude, and time’s slow unraveling. The music blends melancholy with a quiet sense of hope, holding space for the listener to reflect on what was lost and what might still be waiting.

While Astra remains the central composer and producer, the project includes two essential collaborators whose personalities help define its emotional cadence and landscape. Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, with her instinctive phrasing and emotionally precise delivery, provides both lead and harmony vocals that shape the project’s most intimate textures. Elena Morgenstern, based in Berlin, contributes both front and background vocals along with her analog synth work, adding restraint and emotional tension in equal measure. Their contributions do not decorate the songs. They ground them.

"This project wasn’t built for attention. It was built to survive me. Every song is a small part of what I couldn’t say out loud."
— Brad Astra

There is no chase for resolution in the recordings. The tracks are sculpted with intention, often left slightly fractured, preserving the emotional architecture of what first inspired them. The sound is raw, cinematic, and deliberate, never aiming for polish, but rather for truth.

"The Miracle Syndicate became a place to keep the things I couldn’t carry. Over time, it turned into something that listens back."

Listeners often describe The Miracle Syndicate as a lifeline, music that finds them in moments of emotional disconnect and offers a place to land. These songs are not about escape. They are small remedies, designed to ease the quiet storms we carry alone. Astra’s work doesn’t just put sound to silence, it gives form to feelings that are hard to name and harder to share. The goal is never clarity. It is resonance. The Miracle Syndicate becomes a kind of mirror, reflecting back the parts of us we didn’t know were still trying to speak.

Astra writes for himself first. The songs must cut through his own silence before they reach anyone else. They begin as private reflections, emotional fragments shaped by time, distance, and a kind of love that never fully resolves. The music becomes a form of survival. Not in defiance of pain, but in companionship with it. The Miracle Syndicate is not just a project. It is presence. It is the way Astra remains connected to the emotional weather of a full life, not always visible, but always felt.

"I’ve stopped trying to be understood. I make these songs for the few who understand without needing to."

The Miracle Syndicate is not chasing recognition. It was never built for that. The music lives in the present, created with care, released with intention, and left to find those who are ready to hear it. Each song is like a quiet offering, sent into the dark in case someone out there needs it. There is no mapped-out future. No promise of clarity. Just the hope that a listener, somewhere, might feel a little less alone.

The music becomes a hand held quietly in the dark.

When the music stops, what remains is never loud. It is not legacy, and it is not noise. It is that final note, the one that plays behind the credits, stirring everything that came before. The Miracle Syndicate leaves behind a quiet trace, something just beneath the skin.

A sound that stays long after the song is over.

All releases appear under Painful Records, an imprint dedicated to works that remain personal, patient, and present.

Painful Records stands for independence, integrity, and emotion in sound. What began as a small studio project has grown into a creative collective reaching listeners across continents.

Painful Records may incorporate AI-assisted tools within its production workflow. All creative decisions, composition, arrangement, and post-production are directed by the artists. We do not use AI to imitate other artists or voices. Every release is human-guided, emotionally intentional, and protected under applicable copyright law.

Painful Records, 2025.

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About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

I will bring together the reality of life to reflect on love, people, broken-hearts, family issues, overcoming difficulties, so that we can cultivate clarity, adapt with grace, and create more wishful songs that will gain your and our trust, as well as being the best artist for you. Maybe even more than what I have said... maybe I can make my songs Therapeutic for you all? <3
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Here is my AI Music I made cuz I'm getting lazy... sometimes --> https://suno.com/@jaelynn_mslustdrug 

I am also on GENIUS LYRICS! --> https://genius.com/Ms_LustDrug

Soundtracks for the quiet moments in between. Lofi & Dream Pop. 🌌

🚀 The next chapter has begun! My debut single 'Golden Light' is OUT NOW on Spotify.

Every stream, save, and playlist add helps a new artist like me more than you know. Thank you for being part of the journey!

👇 Listen now on Spotify

I started The Radamaan Project as a kind of workshop where different musicians can come and go. I won’t always be the lead singer. In fact, I only want to sing a few of my songs myself. Most of them, I either don't want to sing or can't, because they require vocal skills I don't have.

Miss Mnemosyne is biologically a woman aswell! (Lucifer's Satanic Daughter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErFOZidF6kI&list=RDErFOZidF6kI&start_radio=1

I am orphan sibling of Goddess of Memory - Mnemosyne... It has left it's mark. My sister herds the memory, I then actively save interesting points to lessen the gravity on neural network, even in cosmic perspective!

|Mngmiye| ****1/2

|Metolympeia| *****

...||Vajradhara + The Chtonic Deities||... ***

q|uaeyierun owes much to Tibetan Buddhism, Vajradhara!

Very much fond of appreciating femininity. Most of The women that pass me by Are little miss Sunshines in My eyes. We Are living Times that Will quite soon Turn Out to Be feminist realist. So If I see myself as dike Don't Brother to question My motives! I'm here to spend quality Time with sisters; Faetooth band's pictures show what I mean. 😇

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duBmHBKUwis&list=PLsRwZVSCpnc1OOK5XELcpU_wjs-nHm-BM&index=5

I'm also a hardcore sludgeman(girl...so confusing), just took a little while to realize it! (That's what you get when you listen to too much Taylor Swift) New Orleans good old jazz city. :)
I want my younger little sister to join Northuldra as a guitarist! Could be a mostly girls band, something like Messa/Faetooth/Chappel Roan/mallrat/agnostic front? on the vocals. :) Teengirls playing satanistic sludge! xD

So what, I'm just another dike... Every dike knows this, except the reddit lolitas. :D

You see, some folks just have to be satanist. Like god didn't appreciate them aswell! Lutheran Christian customs are not for me, nor is kneeling to any particular religion. Simply: satanist dike in deep lust towards LyfeAsWeDontKnowYet! #666 <3

🎧Audiocrafter of hybrid sounds. This ain't just music. It's a statement.
Behind the machines stands Bob Rooky, a creative alchemist juggling two passions since the late 90s: electronic music and graphic design. Born in 1974 near Paris, he witnessed the digital revolution transform both artistic realms.
His musical journey unfolds through The Rooky Flange, pushing boundaries between jungle, reggae and experimental sounds, while Rflange Project explores editorial ventures and visual storytelling.
Years of computer-assisted music production have shaped his unique sonic universe, where his graphic designer's eye creates bridges between visual and audio landscapes. Driven by passion for electronic sounds and visual creation, Bob Rooky continues contributing his own flavor to France's rich electronic scene.

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