Smallz - Nowhere

Little Piet builds a rocket to save his new friends in space and defeat an evil villian.

I'm a bad boy

Sadistic with a smile

Let's build a starship

A fresh start

Enemy Base

The Fanfare of Oktu

You saved me

Really tried to just make everything sound perfect. 
The lyrics don't talk about anything serious, but this track is the next step for me. 
Hope you guys enjoy this. I've put way too much time into music. 

They need to stop (Yuh, ayy)
Need to go back to where they came from
I'm not from here ho
I'm from outta space (Outta space)
I'm just great B
Look at my jewelry
I'm just great Bae
Look at my spaceship
Baby
I'm just great (I'm great)
Look at my bitch
She not from here (Not from here)
Just look at my neck
It's not from here (Not from here)
Look at my coupe
It's not from here (Not from here)
Look at my plug
He not from here

I don't know why
I'm just great B
I'm just great B
I'm just great B
Need to go back to where they came from
You know me Babybeich

Look at my coupe
It's not from here (Not from here)
Look at my plug
He not from here (Not from here)
I don't know why
I'm just great
Look at my bitch
She not from here (Not from here)
Just look at my neck
It's not from here (Not from here)
I'm just great B
I'm just great B
I'm just great B

And all of my girls are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my girls is outlandish
And all of my girls are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my jewelry is outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my girls are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my girls are outlandish
And all of my clothes are outlandish
And all of my girls are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my jewelry is outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish
And all of my hoes are outlandish

Just Great

In When the World Learned to Listen, gravity has rhythm and curiosity becomes sound. Set against dark trap beats, heavy bass, and ghostly synths, the track transforms Sir Isaac Newton’s discoveries—motion, light, gravity—into a sonic meditation on chaos and comprehension. Two voices intertwine and diverge, navigating tension and collapse, echoing the invisible laws that govern planets and perception alike.

The beat pulses like a cosmic heart, fractured yet precise, mirroring the unseen order in the universe. The duo doesn’t plead but listens—tracing paths of comets, arcs of planets, and the subtle prisms of light—exploring whether order exists before consciousness or emerges through observation. By the final resonance, darkness and rhythm fuse into reflection and awe.

A tribute to Newton, a dialogue with the cosmos, and a dance with the unseen.

When the World Learned to Listen

"All Is Possible" as long as you have a team! Like a clutch of cadets who unfortunately remind us of one of the worst episodes of "Voyager". Like that hot Vulcan politician you would violate ANY Prime Directive for. Like that physician/psychiatrist who has his own stuff to deal with but is going to ignore it for now!
Also this week: torch passing, military dictatorship, and artificial life forms!
[All Is Possible: 00:52; Do the Bender!: 51:42]
[Johnny 5...IS ALIVE! https://sshbpodcast.tumblr.com/post/800041514517577728/im-sorry-dave-im-afraid-these-artificial ]

Episode 417: Hands (and Hand Stuff) in the Middle

Autumn Discovery

Stop This train

J'traîne qu'avec des têtes qu'on ne résonne pas.

2key - haute Dose

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘

For 30 years, the canon and astronomer Nicolaus Copernicus (1473-1543) had been certain that the Earth revolved around the Sun. But that would be a revolution in the late Middle Ages! And the polymath was plagued by doubts, because his mathematical calculations did not agree with astronomical observations. And above all: his findings contradicted the biblical creation story. Copernicus wrestled with himself and his faith.

Available on Bandcamp

Copernicus Discovery

The Ghost

German independent composer & arranger

"I do understand something about music? I'm not sure.
But I'm sure the music understands me!"

Hi, I`m Oleksii.

Originally from Ukraine, from the wonderful city of Vinnytsia.

I write what the Lord inspires me to do. Let all the glory be to Him alone!

I believe that God works through music!

Enjoy your listening! 

And remember, God loves you, He proved it on the Golgotha ​​cross!

Label representing multiple recording artists including Noah Griffin, Jonathan Landon, and The Balance.

Somewhere at the point where all realities intersect, a glass of whiskey awaits. This place thrives on stories from the past, present, and future, diverse and exciting.
I'm not telling the stories here (yet), but the music is as free as thought itself.
Full disclosure: Old school hobby musician. I use a cheerful mix of traditional techniques for the music, but also AI for the finishing touches.

Anbid Zaman is a queer activist and artist whose work rises from a life marked by displacement, resistance, and the insistence on living fully even when the world tries to deny that possibility. Born in Bangladesh and shaped by grassroots queer organizing from a young age, they grew into their voice through community struggle — learning early that courage isn’t an act, but a daily discipline.

Their journey from danger to refuge transformed them without erasing their origins. Living in Germany, Anbid continues to work at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation, supporting queer people who face violence and navigating the complexities of chosen family, safety, and belonging. Their activism is guided by deep commitments: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and an unshakeable belief that marginalised voices should be heard not with pity, but with respect.

These values spill directly into their music. Anbid’s sound blends testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmospheric layers shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the thrill of surviving. Each track carries the weight of lived experience and the brightness of hope that refuses to die. Their art is not just expression; it is continuation, resistance, and a reminder that stories carry power long before the world acknowledges them.

New episodes every Thursday!

Podcasts: a frontier that isn't actually very final at all. These are the voyages of the podcast A Star to Steer Her By. Our continuing mission: to watch every single episode of Star Trek (even the dumb ones), to comment on and snark at whatever suits our fancy, to boldly split infinitives that no man has split before. 

Follow our crew of Chris, Jake, Ames, and Caitlin as we explore the universe of Trek, go on wild tangents, crack wise, and make more fart jokes than necessary.

Mature Content!

Hello, my name is pippy. 

welcome to my diary.

im back.. 11-11-2025

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ABOUT pippy (that's me, pippy):

enoff have asked who and what is pippy. pippy is pippy, i.e., a silly name with no meaning or basis. the idea of pippy was to create a baseless character for my music to live in, unbound by any sense of seriousness, coolness, likeability. the name and idea of pippy is to provide a 'wtf' response from whomever stumbles upon this page. i do not like creative boundaries, expectations, and preconceived notions. i think a lot of musicians get wrapped up in identity (crisis) and advertise their music with intent of being listened to, and become influenced by what is known to be likeable. i purposefully do not advertise, share, or promote my sounds to retain an honesty and rawness in what i produce. i write from whatever is on my mind, in my mind, at the moment. nearly all tracks are sloppily written in 1-3 hour bursts, and then thats it. 99% of my tracks are completely written from scratch, lots of midi work and many modulations to create a dynamic sound. i try to keep things unpredictable, to a fault.. i become bored very easily, and i enjoy this process i have nailed down. i leave it to the community and the listener to decide if my tracks are worth sharing. as you can see from the numbers, my page is quite lonely. i like it this way. but, if you enjoy what you hear, i leave my promotion in your hands. pippy enjoys creating for the sake of creating, out in the world of pippyland. i encapsulate current emotions in each track, so this is the closest thing i have to a diary. i can recall the mood, state, time, period of each piece, and it is an amazing way for me to recall my past. there is no social media maintained for pippy, no other source for these tracks. just shitty soundcloud, which is quite awful. i should invest more time in expanding to better platforms but i am a creature of habit. if you've read this far, then yer one of the few that is intrigued by the sounds and so i'll continue for u.

original concept for pippy:
pippy was orphaned due to mother passing during birth. the father was totally distraught by pippy's green colored skin, and what appeared to be red hair., as such, abandoned, pippy was sent to work in the ole' mill in the glorious 'Tube City'. pippy enjoyed his work, but one day while having tea in his shack, he heard a shriek. pippy investigated his neighbors box and was shocked to see a dead body. Tube City police arrived shortly after and attempted to arrest pippy. alas, he gave them the ole' pip-slip and made a shabby escape at the local marina. pippy sailed far away to an island where he met garp, a red faced dim-witted creature. pippy enjoyed the peaceful nature of his new life on the island, but eventually the wails came. pippy trapped on the island, was forced to turn himself in! the court hearing occurred immediately and all at once: pippy was to be sent to Penal Planet for execution. the ship took months to arrive at the block. as pippy exited and walked to the gallows, chains sweeping in the distance, he remembered th


Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/3v2S5ZASfH8BVTw0HEsN5i
Apple:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/world-of-machines/1526087649?uo=4&app=music&at=1001lry3&ct=dashboard
Google Music:
https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Pippy_World_of_Machines?id=B4vjsvm4ypou2msccmb6wxkcasq

Most of what I make comes from the moments I didn’t know how to explain to anyone.

Quiet rooms. Grief and Heavy thoughts. Days that felt too long and nights that felt too familiar.

I don’t chase a sound. I just try to turn whatever I’m feeling into something that makes sense.

Sometimes it’s sharp, sometimes it sinks, sometimes it moves faster than I do.

If you found this page, Welcome to Dylan Beich.

I’m not here to pretend I’ve got it all figured out.

I’m just making the only thing that holds me up

New tracks tagged #Discovery