The Whisper of Erinyes: Alecto

Step into the shadowed realm of Alecto, the relentless spirit of vengeance.
This track marks the first chapter in a sonic trilogy inspired by the ancient Erinyes — mythological agents of wrath and retribution.

Driven by distorted textures, ghostly melodies and cinematic tension, Alecto unfolds like a fever dream: hypnotic, uneasy, and unrelenting.
Every element whispers of suppressed rage, divine punishment, and the slow burn of inner torment.

Headphones recommended.

The Whisper of Erinyes: Alecto

🎧 Rob Lowe and the Last Blow
by 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight

In "Rob Lowe and the Last Blow," 4Me2BeFree takes listeners on a deranged, poetic descent into the end of civilization — not with panic, but with punchlines. It's a darkly comedic alt-hip-hop track that leans into satire to expose the absurdity of our times: environmental collapse, political decay, addiction to distraction, and the numbing normalcy of global crisis. The world burns while the narrator binge-watches TV and jokes about snow triggering memories of Rob Lowe. It’s hilarious. It’s tragic. It’s the truth in disguise.

The lyrics hit hard because they don’t try to inspire hope — they diagnose apathy with surgical sarcasm. By weaving pop culture into apocalyptic metaphors and laying it over glitchy beats and layered distortion, the song manages to make the end of everything feel almost… catchy.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And yeah… I’m doing fine.
It’s on the news, in my stream, posts, tweets —
Particles we ingest, bullshit we eat.
Every adaptation? Pre processed.
Every preparation? Degraded.
We flipped, split, and fried.
Sorry folks —
We’re all about to die.

[Verse 1]
Look — we tried.
No need to cry.
We just didn’t care —
Not ‘bout the air or the clothes we wear.
Let the water turn brown,
No flushing this shit down.
The sky’s falling…
But let me catch one more episode
Before I drown.

[Verse 2]
Let’s go out —
Bang a bag of crack, rob some Rob Lowe’s,
Hit a few banks, vanish in the snow.
Let’s do some blow, smoke a few hoes —
No looking back, we don’t catch flack,
Always under attack.
Just straight facts.

[Chorus]
From the water in the deep blue sea
To the trenches on the moon —
It’s high time we get high.
F**k the lows, too far to go,
And I always hated snow.
Not sad to see that shit go.


[Verse 3]
Republicans can't.
Democrats can’t.
Just rats — all of ‘em.
They bite, not fix.
Attack, not mend.
It's a rodeo show —
Nah… a roadshow rodeo
Screw it — I’d go.
Make it snow blow,
Make it rain slow…
“Wait — was that Rob Lowe?”

[Spoken Interlude]

“For real, every time I say snow, here comes Rob Lowe.”
“Was he into blow?”
“I didn’t know…”
“Ohhhh, I guess so.”
“He was good on The West Wing.”

[Verse 4]
So here’s the plan —
A killer-ass song
About the end.
No options left,
Pin him down,
Make a prospect
He can’t deny now.

[Bridge]
I was gonna make this a PSA.
Start a fire,
Set off the alarms,
Be all charm.
But nobody cares.
Not enough to stop this sideshow attraction.
No money in green —
Just the color it leaves.
No shame.
No legacy.
We’re all jumping ship.
Let’s go.

[Verse 5]
Just a haunted lyre from the past,
One big metaphor —
Drilled 8 miles down
For black gold crude,
And ancient laughter in the fumes.
Dinos in the corner with Dido,
Asking me why I didn’t know.

Lush green trapped with nowhere to go,
Pressure built,
Now it’s ready to blow —
Like cakes we bake
In Earth’s hot womb,
Before it all brews
In a plastic tomb.

[Chorus – Refrain]
Plastics are our past —
Funny, right?
They’re what will actually last.
When we’re gone,
And this is over,
It all starts again —
A million years of silent drift.
What once became end
Will become…
Once again.

[Outro]
Will we learn?
Will life go on?
Is this our time…
Or is it the sun’s?


You wanna make a difference?
Read a rainbow.
Chase a dino ghost.
Interrogate a cloud.
Or f**k it — I’m just making shit up.
How would I know?

I’m on the same sinking ship —
With a pound of blow,
Hanging out
With my new best friends:
Dido…
and Rob Lowe.




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End Times Mixtape Vol. 1: Rob Lowe and the Last Blow

Neural Eclipse – At the edge of mind and machine.
A minimalist techno piece from a world beyond humanity.
The system fails. The light fades. But memory whispers.
The body is gone — but the data survives.
This is the first frequency from a new era.
Breathe. Listen. Connect.

Neural Eclipse

A hauntcore confession in the voice of a poet with no place left to lie.
“meDIAS” unravels satire, memory, and the broadcast blues
TV as altar, mask, and mirror.
Spoken word for the post-truth generation.
For the ones still begging with birdshit hats and burnt tongues.
When to speak? When to stay silent? When the TV answers, it sounds like you.

Lyrics:

Orators of old
May I be bold 
Permit my tongue and foul breath 
I come to offer lies at your behest 

I am just a poet
My words are not worth much 
I have this old cap 
Stained by the bird shit of my trust 
You call it wit

Charm, grace, cultivated cat and chase 
If you would rather hear the squawking I can lead 
I bare before you in my hands 
A hat of little means 
I am a beggar in ways 
In more and more craze 
Some days I plead or seethe 
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 
Or which lying, blindness, or highness claims 
Time to see  

If you may allow me this one reprieve 
I ask just this one riddle of we
When should I speak
When should I stay quiet 
What if I get charged for instigating a riot 

What if when charged I lower my frame, pivot, and play the game
I speak songs with Alzheimer's 
I stay quiet for so long my gaze is the frame of a self portrait 
One I used to admire 

What if the game forgets the rules 
Acquires tools and land and fellow man 
When then would the breaking point one choose 
Is a dream and dream worth living if it always costs you 

Say what of a dream you can never forget, it forever haunts you 
Like speaking thrice in a mirror and the sound of flesh, it forever taunts you 
Nightmare or sleep
Life or peace 
Always wrong 
Nightly deceased 

TV TV sing to me 
Great wide blue cradle me 
You there on the tube tell me you see 
Just another man pretending to be

meDIAS

Dark psytrance transmission.

Dissecting control systems, political theater, and the manufactured consensus.

Voices crack and glitch—slogans crumble—truth is noise.

A journey one million miles from Earth, looking back at the spectacle of control.

Structured chaos, hypnotic leads, vocal chops twisted into parody.

// Sword of Sound & Light //

Portal 055 – They Don’t See the Mission

VReality vs RLife is a dark cyber-electronic track where Velly questions the thin line between digital illusion and real life. Glitchy textures, synthetic dreams, and ghostly vocals collide as she becomes a virus inside your memory.

This standalone single was not included in the album "Velly – Nine Circles", but expands on its themes of identity, control, and digital decay.

VReality vs RLife

Step into a fractured sanctuary where time collapses.

Broken Cathedral is a sonic journey through shattered stained glass and rain-soaked silence.

Ambient gospel vocals echo through abandoned halls, while psytrance rhythms rise from the ruins. Soulful cellos, thunder, Indian chants, and filtered chaos collide in a ritual of awakening.

Voices whisper:

“It’s time to wake up.”

And with a single crash… the transformation begins.

A mix of spirit, distortion, and overwhelming beauty.

Portal 072 - Broken Cathedral

“Sad Guy” is a whispered confession turned anthem. Ambient textures and swelling strings carry verses about suicidal ideation, fractured identity, and the mask of normalcy beneath a suit and tie.

Sad Guy

The opening track pulses like a synthetic heartbeat, layering airy pads with mournful guitar delays. Vaelrix frames dopamine as a dragon in the mind, chasing relief while unraveling at the seams. This is the gateway into the album’s emotional architecture.

Dopamine

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

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What sets HunForMa apart is a dedication to merging lyrical artistry with genre-defying musical concepts. Whether through rhythmic beats layered with thoughtful messages or ethereal melodies grounded in heartfelt narratives, HunForMa's creations embody a rich tapestry of emotions.

Beyond the music, HunForMa seeks collaborations with artists, producers, and creatives who share a vision of authenticity and storytelling. The mission is clear: to craft music that moves souls, sparks conversations, and becomes a soundtrack for meaningful moments.

Feel free to reach out for song commissions, licensing opportunities, or to discuss collaborations that bring powerful musical visions to life.

Enter the haunt.
Where human hand and AI echo braid glitch, folk, and ghost-song into the Dandelion Concordance.
Answer if the mothlight calls.

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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


✦ This sound will rearrange you.

I don't make background music.
I create portals.

Every portal is a journey.
Joyful. Difficult. Beautiful. Chaotic.
Whatever it is – you have to feel it.

I believe in frequency, vibration, energy.
Everything is made of it. Everything carries it.
I use sound to manipulate energy.
To twist your thoughts.
To reach the exact point in your mind and soul that needs to open.

This isn't entertainment.
It's transformation.
It's ritual.
It's a portal to walk through.

I don't paint to make it pretty.
I paint to make it true.
I don't build sound so you'll understand.
I build it so you'll feel.

Enter the Portal.🌀

⚔️ Welcome to Sword of Sound & Light.
For the highest good. In the frequency of love. 🌀

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