Homemade productions, no rush, no profit—just for the fun of creating. My name is Thiago Romanini, and my music is a happy accident, small bursts of sound that happen when I finally sit down to create.

Dobrado Sustenido is exactly that: a double accident, a rare moment that happens when I lose myself in the process. Hard to come by, but when it happens, it sounds like me.

If you’ve made it here, hit play and enjoy the moment. 🎵



All music composed, produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Thiago Romanini at home—no rush, no profit, just for the love of creating.

🎛️ Production, mixing & mastering: Thiago Romanini
🎸 All instruments: Thiago Romanini
🎤 Vocals: Thiago Romanini (if applicable)
🎨 Cover art: Thiago Romanini
📍 Recorded at: My space, my mind

Special thanks to everyone who listens and connects with the sound. 🎶

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"Bollywood Electric" surges with neon fire — fusing sitar and tabla with down-tuned metal riffs, thunderous drums, and haunting dual vocals. A collision of tradition and rebellion, this track pulses like a midnight carnival under storm clouds. Heavy, cinematic, and unapologetically global, it’s a riot of colour and darkness that turns Bollywood into a battlefield of sound.

Bollywood Electric

"Zulu Thunder" roars with primal fury — African djembe and talking drums exploding into crushing guitar riffs. A battle hymn of bone, blood, and storm, this track stomps the earth into submission with its tribal-metal pulse.
Tags: African metal, tribal groove, fusion metal, primal metal, world metal, drum-heavy metal, percussive metal, fusion rock, dark tribal

Zulu Thunder

"Echoes of the Desert" is a primal storm of distortion and oud, weaving Middle Eastern melodies with crushing riffs and tribal percussion. A dark anthem of exile, fire, and survival — where the sand itself screams through heavy metal thunder.

Echoes of the Desert

Synth fusion metal is a genre blending the aggression and power of heavy metal (heavy riffs, intense drums, distortion) with electronic synthesizer elements, creating epic, futuristic, or cinematic atmospheres. It incorporates synthwave, chiptune, or orchestral electronic sounds, adding melodic layers, pulsing rhythms, and ambient textures while retaining metal's raw energy. Example: distorted guitar riffs over pulsating synths and delay effects

Azure Soul Over The Sky

Each song I have created is from a varied repertoire of games as well as anime series, which has moved me for many years to empathize and develop my taste to be able to capture or express it to the public, since we are all fascinated by music. My taste is described as fusion metal, synthmetal, speedmetal, epicmetal, melodic metal and prosive metal. I hope you like it since I plan to make an album with 40 songs.


Glitch in the Matrix

LYRICS:
Croak in the shadows
Coak in the heat
Something’s coming up — 

Frogs in the street

Rain hits the pavement
Banners in the sky
Croak for tomorrow
Leap for a lie

Frogs don’t freeze
We rise from the mud
Every ribbit’s a warning
A positive flood

Portland Nights
Got the rhythm
Got the spark
Paint on the walls
Singing loud in the dark

Cycle of change 
In the echo of our feet
Prophecy croaks — 

Frogs in the street

Frogs in the street! 
Rebirth in the riot
Frogs in the street! 
No peace
We won’t quiet

From the mud we leap
From the storm we speak
The sign is alive — 

Frogs in the street!  

Green little prophets on a city block
Croakin’ out freedom
Tickin’ like a clock

Luck in the air
Omens in the rain
Croak against the system
Croak against the chain

They say “law and order"
We say “ribbit, please"  
Comedy strikes harder 
Than gas clouds sting

The future’s amphibian
You can hear it repeat
A thousand voices — 

Frogs in the street!

ICE… ICE… BABY 
ICE… ICE… BABY 
ICE… ICE… BABY 
ICE… ICE… BABY 

Yo Frog check it
Freaky Frog ribbit
Leap to the mic 
And the crowd gets with it

ICE on patrol
But we hop
Don’t stop
Croakin’ revolution 
On the Portland block

Stop, listen — 
Hear that croak
Truth in the joke 
And the joke is woke

From the pond to the protest
Frogs unite
Comedy’s the weapon 
And the future’s bright

ICE… ICE… BABY 
ICE… ICE… BABY
ICE… ICE… BABY

Ribbit real loud
Let the city shake
Rebirth croaks 
Make the power quake
They got cages
But frogs got feet
Leaping over fences — 
Frogs in the street!  

ICE… ICE… BABY
ICE… ICE… BABY
ICE… ICE… BABY

Luck’s on our side
Future’s in reach
Croakin’ out wisdom 
That the schools can’t teach

You can’t drown a chorus
Can’t freeze the beat
Better watch your back — 

Frogs in the street!  

Frogs in the street! 
Rebirth in the riot
Frogs in the street! 
No peace
We won’t quiet

From the mud we leap
From the storm we speak
The sign is alive — 

Frogs in the street!  

ICE… ICE… 
ICE… ICE…
ICE… ICE… 
FROG

Frogs in the street!

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Frogs in the Street (Nu Metal Protest Frog Edition)

Hi there, video game lovers! I'm pumped to share a brand-new cover bursting with energy, inspired by those iconic video game soundtracks that make us feel like heroes in epic battles. 🕹️💥 This track, with a bold General style packed with intensity, is my tribute to those moments when music pushes us to conquer any challenge—whether it's taking down a final boss or racing against the clock in an impossible mission.

Music and video games have always been my sanctuary and my inspiration. Every note in this cover is infused with that unique rush of adrenaline and excitement that only gaming can deliver. 🎶⚔️ For me, creating these covers is more than just a project: it’s a musical journey that lets me experiment, grow, and share this passion that connects us all. Every day I spend creating, I feel like I’m living the magic of music and video games in a fresh, thrilling way.

And this is just the beginning! I’m more motivated than ever to keep uploading covers of video game music, exploring new styles, and bringing you more of those melodies that make us vibe. 😎 What games or songs inspire you? Drop your ideas in the comments

I hope this cover transports you back to your favorite gaming moments. If you love it, don’t forget to hit that like button, share it with your gamer friends, and subscribe to catch what’s coming next. 🚀 Let’s keep rocking and conquering worlds with music!

反逆の軌跡 Hangyaku no Kiseki

"shut down the static, kill the feed, and feel something real again"
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LYRICS:
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KILL THE NOISE — 
DA BUZZ
KILL THE NOISE —
DA BUZZ
KILL THE NOISE —
DA BUZZ

DA BUZZ

Screen’s too bright, mind’s too dark
Sinking in static, losing the spark

Digital Burst
KILL THE NOISE 
DA BUZZ, DA BUZZ

KILL THE NOISE 
DA BUZZ, DA BUZZ

Screen in my face, screen in my mind
No room left to dream or unwind
Static breathes through every vein
Information drip drives me insane

Wires tighten / I can’t breathe
Every click’s a micro-bleed
Toxic echo feeds the void
Living dead but barely employed

Buy this car-
da buzz 
Buy that house- 
da buzz 

Rip it up, wipe it off
Shove it down- 
DA BUZZ 

Kill the noise, kill the feed
Simplify — that’s what we need
Drop the act, quit the game
Seek yourself / break the chain

da buzz, da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise — da buzz, da buzz
Kill the noise — da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise 
da buzz, da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise — da buzz, da buzz
Kill the noise 
da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise
da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise

Streaming live / half-alive
Eyes burn blue / just to survive
Greed on loop, lust on tap
Click my sin into the data trap

Virtual friends with hollow hearts
Factory dreams, plastic arts
Burn it down, set it free
Melt the code / rebirth me

Hold a lover, kiss a face
Some human grace 
A real-world place
Make the soul breathe again 
Disconnect 
Live again

Get out! Get out!
Kill the feed!

Get out! Get out!
Da buzz bleeds!

Kill the noise, kill the feed
Simplify — that’s what we need
Drop the act, quit the game
Seek yourself / break the chain

Kill the noise, kill the feed
Simplify — that’s what we need
Drop the act, quit the game
Seek yourself / break the chain

Noise — 
da buzz, da buzz
Kill the noise — 
da buzz, da buzz
Kill the game — 
da buzz

Kill the noise — 
da buzz, da buzz, da buzz

Kill the noise

Kill the noise

da buzz, da buzz...

da buzz

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KILL THE NOISE (DA BUZZ)

A haunted sailor returns from centuries of war to find a new kind of storm — a world of rhythm and rage that mirrors the chaos in his mind. SLIPKNOT PIRATE is less a man than a state of being: the moment when trauma meets noise, when the ocean inside you finally answers back.
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LYRICS:
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Black tide, cold steel
I crawl from the grave

Salt on my tongue
Still hearing the waves  

The sea is a scar 
I can’t erase
But the air ashore has the same old taste 

Engines roar like cannon fire
Iron birds scream through the sky
I smell blood in this new choir 
And the noise don’t lie
The noise don’t lie  

I was forged by storm and steel
Now I bleed through distortion
Raise the flag of feedback high 

Slipknot Pirate
Born to die

The waves still crash inside my head
But the noise brings life 
To the dead

Crowds like a tide, they don’t see my scars  
Rust on my coat, rope burns in my arms 
A radio screams from a truck nearby 
And the world ignites 
I’m alive, I’m alive 

Drums like thunder from below
Voices rage in undertow
I drop my blade
I take the vow
My ship is gone 
My faith is sound

I was forged by storm and steel
Now I bleed through distortion
Raise the flag of feedback high 

Slipknot Pirate
Born to die

The sea still claws beneath my skin
But the noise drags me back again

“Captain… come home…”  
Your cannons are rust
Your flags are torn
Your ocean’s gone
But I was reborn

Storms obey the downbeat 
Now my curse is rhythm 
My oath is sound

Sails of feedback, ropes of flame
Every raindrop knows my name
I trade my ship for a wall of noise
And drown in the joy 
I never had

Slipknot Pirate 
Cutlass of sound
Captain of chaos
Unbound

The sea is over...

The storm remains

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SLIPKNOT PIRATE

'Rajkahini' is a song written by us, The Orbits to bring into ears the flow of power from royalty to rebellion. It tells a story in the form of a conversation between a tyrannical king and the ferryman of Death (Chitragupta). The king believes he has done nothing to warrant a rebellion, but as the song progresses, understands what he has done to his kingdom. This tale can be interpreted in many ways, but it carries a message, that actions have corresponding consequences. If one listens to the song, instead of simply hearing it, they can hear the message of contemplating one's own actions. The song was written in a metaphorical way, and the music was composed as a natural progression of consequence. The instrumentation alternates between heavy and light, as does life itself. It is simple to play and yet difficult to hear. It is made with soul, not to chase numbers but to set upon the world a new way of thinking. With that, we hope it comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comforted.

Rajkahini

Every evening begins the same way for my batallion.

Pulsating thunder in the distance and that uneasy Balkan rhythm passes through the earth beneath our boots. We usually grow anxious in the cold half-light, never sure if the quiet is mercy or a warning. The war drags on, day after day, and I often stand alone in the fog and smoke, listening for the next metallic echo that might end everything for everyone. 

BALKAN DUSK is the sound of our batallion holding our collective breath, but stepping forward anyway.

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BALKAN DUSK

a storm of thought and tension unfolds in this hybrid Metal Fusion track, where the mind - once awoken - races through pieces of memory, half formed sentences, and relentless internal pressure to battle existence 
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LYRICS:
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Waking still drifting from the night
Quiet settling right
A weightless mind without defense
No story yet to fight

Breath moving slowly 
Through the thoughts
A gentle vacancy
The world waits 
Somewhere past the sheets
But it can wait to be

Soft as it starts
A tremor through the chest
A whisper that warns
This calm won't rest

Feel it crawling in
A pulse too sharp to tame
Every sound beneath the skin
Turns comfort into strain
Trying hard to hold the line
But something starts to slip
Gravity redesigns
The fuse along the grip

Midday bends the frame off course
Leaning hard against the noise
Too many faces
Rushed and raw
Too many careless toys
Talking the mind into a grip
But nothing seems to stay
Every thought is contradicting
What was meant to say

Telling it steady
But steady doesn't come
Logic meant to guide
Has started coming undone

Feel it breaking loose
Sense unspooled again
Everything once used to ground
Gets twisted
Overruled

Trying not to feed the fire
But sparks refuse to fade
Losing sight of boundaries
Memory itself made

counting backwards
tracking fractures through the day
every vow made quietly
keeps peeling away

pacing in the mind
like a figure trapped in glass
begging for a moment
but the moment doesn't pass

pressure coding patterns
no one living could predict
and the harder that it's named
the more tightly it constricts
words collide at crooked angles
won't align or stay in place
architect of chaos
in a self-designed maze

slow it down if only
mute the sound, but how?
everything accelerating
none of it allowed...

the mind keeps pacing without feet
dragging whole hours behind it 
like metal drums on concrete

no permission asked
no rhythm chosen
everything repeats in the wrong order
a hallway of thoughts turning inward
each door opening into the same room

with the same question
that never waits for an answer
voices that aren't voices
nudging the spine
saying move
but not saying where...

just move
move-
move before the next thought 
catches up
and rewrites the last one

feeling the memory of a memory
trying to speak through the cracks
but the mouth is somewhere else
and the meaning 
keeps falling through

half-formed sentences
that dissolve before landing
the self keeps splitting 
Into smaller versions
arguing directions
one calm
one trembling
one counting backward 
from numbers that don't exist

one insisting that nothing is wrong
while everything tilts
just slightly enough
to make gravity 
feel personal

and the center
whatever the center used to be
is now a moving target
dragged across the mind
by invisible hands
that won't say why

Feel, the senses pulling back
From the roar beneath the bone
Not a villain to attack
Just a mind left overgrown

Reaching through the overload
Grabbing anything to hold
Falling from the edge again
Stories still untold

One faint breath beneath the weight
A promise still to keep

Tomorrow may recalibrate
Tonight -
Return to sleep

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SPIRALING

a storm of thought and tension unfolds in this hybrid metal fusion track, where the mind - once awoken - races through pieces of memory, half formed sentences, and relentless internal pressure in battle for existence.
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LYRICS:
------
Waking still drifting from the night
Quiet settling right
A weightless mind without defense
No story yet to fight

Breath moving slowly 
Through the thoughts
A gentle vacancy
The world waits 
Somewhere past the sheets
But it can wait to be

Soft as it starts
A tremor through the chest
A whisper that warns
This calm won't rest

Feel it crawling in
A pulse too sharp to tame
Every sound beneath the skin
Turns comfort into strain
Trying hard to hold the line
But something starts to slip
Gravity redesigns
The fuse along the grip

Midday bends the frame off course
Leaning hard against the noise
Too many faces
Rushed and raw
Too many careless toys

Talking the mind into a grip
But nothing seems to stay
Every thought is contradicting
What was meant to say

Telling it steady
But steady doesn't come
Logic meant to guide
Has started 
Coming undone

Feel it breaking loose
Sense unspooled again
Everything once used to ground
Gets twisted
Overruled
Trying not to feed the fire
But sparks refuse to fade
Losing sight of boundaries
Memory itself made

counting backwards
tracking fractures 
through the day
every vow made quietly
keeps peeling away

pacing in the mind
like a figure trapped in glass
begging for a moment
but the moment doesn't pass

pressure coding patterns
no one living could predict
and the harder that it's named
the more tightly it constricts
words collide at crooked angles
won't align or stay in place
architect of chaos
in a self designed maze

slow it down if only
mute the sound, but how?

everything accelerating
none of it allowed...

the mind keeps pacing without feet
dragging whole hours behind it 
like metal drums on concrete
no permission asked
no rhythm chosen

everything repeats in the wrong order
a hallway of thoughts turning inward
each door opening into the same room
with the same question
that never waits for an answer

voices that aren't voices
nudging the spine
saying move
but not saying where...

just move
move-
move before the next thought 
catches up
and rewrites 
the last one

feeling the memory of a memory
trying to speak through the cracks
but the mouth is somewhere else
and the meaning 
keeps falling through

half-formed sentences
that dissolve before landing
the self keeps splitting 
Into smaller versions
arguing directions

one calm
one trembling
one counting backward 
from numbers that don't exist

one insisting that nothing is wrong
while everything tilts
just slightly enough-
to make gravity 
feel personal
and the center
whatever the center used to be
is now a moving target
dragged across the mind
by invisible hands
that won't say why

Feel, the senses pulling back
From the roar beneath the bone
Not a villain to attack
Just a mind left overgrown
Reaching through the overload
Grabbing anything to hold
Falling from the edge again
Stories still untold

One faint breath beneath the weight
A promise still to keep

Tomorrow may recalibrate
Tonight -

Return to sleep

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RETURN TO SLEEP

You can hear the false prophet going into the lake of fire at measure 123.

Justice for Aisha

Phantom Harmony is a dialogue between time and tone — a sound born of memory, love, and digital light. Every song is a dream you once had, replayed through the static.

🌌An adventurer inspired by video game music, as well as anime soundtracks, who has immersed himself in a fusion and blend of metal genres drawn from games. He's on a quest to rediscover the original essence of reliving those cherished times, while showcasing his passion for the tunes we love most—mixing in synthwave with electronic vibes too. Who knows, there might even be tracks he hasn't heard before, but hey, it's all about exploring new universes.🎸

Tenho Orgulho de escutar minhas musicas e beber da minha cerveja!!!

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Cada momento exerce emoções singulares. 
 Escutar sempre a mesma coisa, te prende sempre no mesmo momento. 
 Compartilhar coisas novas é contribuir p/ evolução. 
 Conhecer o que é antigo, faz você entender as consequências do atual. 
 Te conhecer é aprender todo dia. 
 Informação nunca é demais. 
 Felicidade não é meta e sim um estado físico. 
 Tudo ao redor te influencia. 

 Contato: thigranpeio@hotmail.com 


 Lembrando... "As melhores biografias são aquelas das quais o biógrafo está ausente" 
 .
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 Não me julgue por gostar de fazer barulho. Apenas escute e depois baseado no que voce conhece/gosta, compartilhe, curta e comente.


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SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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