As Pretty Sparkly Things lights up playlists and dance floors, it also sparks a bigger conversation: what do we value, and what are we willing to overlook in the pursuit of luxury? Energy Whores are not content to let listeners escape into the beat—they want you to confront those questions, even as you move your body to the rhythm. That is the mark of a band who knows their art has power.

Pretty Sparkly Things

Découvrez "Je pleure pour ta liberté, Amérique" par Patrick Levien KI Projekt – un titre poignant qui mêle émotion brute et réflexion profonde. Ce morceau explore les luttes de la liberté, les cicatrices de l’histoire américaine et un appel à l’espoir, porté par une production unique mêlant innovation et authenticité. Écoutez cette œuvre puissante, née d’un projet créatif audacieux, et laissez-vous emporter par sa force évocatrice. Partagez et plongez dans cette expérience musicale intense !



Je pleure pour ta liberté, Amérique - Patrick Levien KI Projekt

Check out "I Cry for Your Freedom, America" by Patrick Levien KI Project – a raw, emotional track that dives deep into the struggles of liberty, the scars of America’s history, and a call for hope. Crafted with innovative KI technology, this song blends authenticity with bold creativity. Listen to this powerful piece, born from a daring artistic vision, and let its evocative energy pull you in. Share and immerse yourself in this intense musical journey!



I Cry for Your Freedom, America - Patrick Levien KI Projekt

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Unchain your spirit with "The Silence Breaks," an anthem for the disillusioned and the defiant. This track is a raw, thunderous call to awaken from the digital slumber, challenging the status quo and igniting the fire of rebellion. With powerful vocals, driving instrumentation, and an undeniable urgency, it's a sonic declaration that our time is now – no more comfort in the lie, no more watching freedom die. Feel the gears grind and the truth pound as a generation rises, ready to tear down the walls and turn the inside out.

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The Silence Breaks

CITY ON FIRE is a slow-burn anthem fusing alt-rap, neo-soul, and cinematic grit into a haunting portrait of urban struggle and resilience. With siren-laced soundscapes, soulful grooves, and raw lyricism inspired by Kendrick Lamar, H.E.R., and Anderson .Paak, the track captures the duality of rage and hope in a city that refuses to be silenced. The song’s narrative blends social realism, street poetry, and emotional intensity, making it a perfect fit for fans seeking depth, storytelling, and a powerful urban vibe.

CITY ON FIRE

Written for NAIDOC Week 2025 — Dedicated to Linnygirl and all Blak women who carry the flame

Keep the Fires Burning is a powerful cultural anthem written for NAIDOC Week 2025, honouring the strength, vision, and legacy of Aboriginal women across Country.

In the spirit of this year’s theme — “The Next Generation: Strength, Vision & Legacy” — this song speaks to the unbreakable fire passed down through Blak mothers, aunties, nannas, and daughters.

It’s a call to action. A chant of survival. A voice for truth.

From missions to marches, from truth-telling to sovereignty, the lyrics carry a story that’s lived, not imagined.

This song is dedicated to Linnygirl, whose kindness and strength helped me survive — and to every Aboriginal woman who lifts her people by simply being who she is.

For the mob. For the land. For the kids watching us now.

Keep the fire burning.
Blak and proud.
Always was, always will be.

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Keep the fires burning

SATURDAY GHOST's new single "Show Me a Sign" is a protest anthem for the digital age.

Forged in the retro-futurist fires of Gary Numan and Depeche Mode, this track combines industrial textures, pulsing synth bass, and haunting vocals to capture the feeling of being divided and controlled. It's a raw plea for human connection in a world of manufactured anger.

Verse 1
They've stolen your courage.
In a world full of screens now,
You can lose sight of it all,
And the anger they're feeding,
Can make your own reason fall.

chorus
Show me a sign then,
Don't be unhappy,
Can't remember when
We weren't told to be angry.


Verse 2
We weren't told to be angry.
If their world makes you crazy,
And you've taken all you can bear,
Just look past the broadcast,
And you know that I'm still there.

chorus
Show me a sign then,
Don't be unhappy,
Can't remember when
We weren't told to be angry.


Bridge
They build up the walls high,
With headlines of fear and of doubt.
They whisper the lies,
Until we can't hear ourselves shout.
They want us in pieces,
Defined by a flag or a creed,
Forgetting the person,
Ignoring the need.

chorus
Show me a sign then,
Don't be unhappy,
Can't remember when
We weren't told to be angry.

Outro
Show me a sign

Show me a sign

Show me a sign

Show me a sign

Useful Idiots (24 Bit MASTER)

*Eng. below.
Een satirische protestsong over de mondiale opkomst van autoritaire leiders en de waarde van onze democratie.
In een tijd waarin democratische vrijheden wereldwijd onder druk staan, nodigt dit nummer uit tot reflectie: wat hebben we eigenlijk te verliezen als we niet meer mogen kiezen? Met humor en woordspelingen wordt de absurditeit van dictaturen blootgelegd, terwijl de boodschap helder blijft - stem niet omdat je tegen iemand bent, maar omdat je vóór vrijheid en democratie kiest.
Perfect getimed voor de Nederlandse verkiezingen van oktober 2025.
Tekst: Emily May 't Hoen
Compositie & arrangement: Paulo Fitas
Een deel van de opbrengsten wordt gedoneerd aan Oxfam Novib ter ondersteuning van mensenrechten wereldwijd.
Opgenomen in Den Haag/Groningen/Zoetermeer, september 2025.
Releasedatum: Dinsdag 16 september 2025

A satirical protest song about the global rise of authoritarian leaders and the value of our democracy.
In a time when democratic freedoms are under pressure worldwide, this song invites reflection: what do we really have to lose if we are no longer allowed to choose? With humor and wordplay, it exposes the absurdity of dictatorships, while keeping the message clear – don’t vote against someone, but because you choose for freedom and democracy.

Perfectly timed for the Dutch elections of October 2025.
Lyrics: Emily May ’t Hoen
Composition & arrangement: Paulo Fitas
Part of the proceeds will be donated to Oxfam Novib in support of human rights worldwide.

Recorded in The Hague/Groningen/Zoetermeer, September 2025.
Release date: Tuesday, September 16, 2025.

Dictatorlied

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



Shadows of Silence

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"Stoppt der Herrenmenschen falsches Spiel" ist ein kraftvolles, von KI Komplott produziertes Protestlied, das die Fäden der Manipulation durch Globalismus, Raubtierkapitalismus und geopolitische Intrigen aufdeckt. Mit scharfen Texten über Rassismus als Werkzeug der Mächtigen, den Krieg in der Ukraine und Gaza als Opfer ihrer Gier, ruft es zur Einheit auf: Schneide deine Fäden ab – denke selber! Ein Aufruf gegen Hass, für Frieden und echte Freiheit. Bridge und Refrain bauen Spannung auf, während die Strophen die Wahrheit enthüllen. Hört, reflektiert und teilt – gegen die Herren der Szene!



Stoppt der Herrenmenschen falsches Spiel   -   KI Komplott

"Stop the False Game of the Masters" is a powerful and committed track from Patrick Levien's KI Project, a cry against global manipulation, predatory capitalism, and geopolitical intrigues. With incisive lyrics on racism as a tool of the powerful, wars in Ukraine and Gaza as victims of their greed, this song calls for unity: Cut your strings – think for yourself! Bridges and chorus build tension, while the verses reveal the truth. Listen, reflect, and share – against the lords of the scene!



Stop the false game of the masters - Patrick Levien KI Projekt

I’ll be the first to say I’m not a fan of Jimmy Kimmel. Truth is, I don’t even watch him on TV. But when someone gets fired over using their voice — over commenting on current events — that’s bigger than personal taste. You don’t have to agree with him, or even like him, to recognize what’s at stake. Free speech matters most when it’s tested, and if it can be taken from one, it can be taken from all.

Free to Speak or Not at ALL

Pulled him out and cut the mic,
One more voice they didn’t like.
Words can’t breathe, the price is steep,
Free speech fading, falling deep.

Free to speak, or not at all,
Truth is lost when voices stall.
We may fight, but patience keep,
We won’t hide, we’re free to speak.

Headlines roll, Kimmel’s called,
Pressure builds, the voices stall.
A warning sent to those who try,
When truth is hushed, freedom dies.

Free to speak, or not at all,
Truth is lost when voices stall.
We may fight, but patience keep,
We won’t hide, we’re free to speak.

Truth can shake but it won’t break,
Silence is the real mistake.

Free to speak, or not at all,
Truth is lost when voices stall.
We may fight, but patience keep,
We won’t hide, we’re free to speak.

Free to Speak or Not at ALL

His tears were for the cameras. Ours are for a patriot. He gets no sympathy. He gets no mercy. He gets #FJK.

This is the story of two men. One, a patriot named Charlie, who spoke a hard truth and paid for it with his life on our sacred ground. The other, a "teleprompter Judas" named Jimmy, who spat manufactured venom from his late-night throne to blame the innocent for the crime.
This is not a song; it is a receipt. It is a furious, anthemic reckoning for the media serpents who twist tragedy into political propaganda. It’s the moment the check MLK wrote about comes due, and it's being cashed by those who refuse to be silenced.
The hashtag is the banner. #FJK is the answer to the unforgivable sin of dancing on a good man's grave. It’s a rallying cry for every American who is tired of being lied to, blamed, and silenced by the coastal elites. It’s the moment the whisper becomes a roar.
LISTEN LOUD. This is the sound of the truth fighting back.

SHARE THE SIGNAL. Post the song on all platforms. This is how we settle the score.

JOIN THE MOVEMENT. Use the hashtag #FJK in your posts. This is more than a tag; it's our response. It's our verdict.

Lyrics:
#FJK
 A patriot’s voice, a razor’s precision, 
Charlie cracked their sermon, made a final decision. 
They washed the killer’s hands and pointed to the right, 
But a single spark of truth can torch the darkest night.

 FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.

The teleprompter Judas, Jimmy was his name, 
Spat manufactured venom to redirect the flame. 
He blamed the red hats for the radical’s attack, 
But truth carves in granite there’s no turning back.

Is this the dream the mountaintop once saw? 
A nation fractured by a self-corrupting law? 
You weaponize his words of peace to justify your rage, 
Then wonder why the captives start to rattle their own cage. 
The check he tried to cash is coming due again, 
And this time it won’t be paid for with the blood of honest men.

FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.

FJK! The whisper’s now a brand, 
A burning truth across the land. 
FJK! With God’s own guiding hand, 
For Charlie’s truth, we take a stand.
FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.
FJK! The whisper’s now a brand, 
A burning truth across the land. 
FJK! With God’s own guiding hand, 
For Charlie’s truth, we take a stand.


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Once upon a time
They sold us dreams
Wrapped in castles
And cartoon queens
She wore a crown of plastic gold
Smiled like secrets never told
But behind the sparkle, behind the screen
Was a script too sharp, too mean
They painted joy in perfect hues
While hiding darker, twisted truths
And every wish they used to grant
Now comes with chains and fine-print chants
The day Disney went to the dark side
The stars fell out of the sky
The mouse lost his smile
And the princess learned to lie
The day Disney went to the dark side
They sold the soul for the brand
And every child who dared to dream
Got magic they don’t understand
acoustic guitar, fingerpicked solo
They built a world on fairy dust
But fed us fear and called it trust
They dressed control in pastel tones
And turned our hearts into their loans
She sang of love, she danced through pain
But never once escaped the chain
And every castle made of light
Cast shadows deeper than the night
They said “believe,” but meant “obey”
They said “imagine,” but took it away
They said “forever,” but sold the end
And called it progress, called it trend
The day Disney went to the dark side
The stars fell out of the sky
The mouse lost his smile
And the princess learned to lie
The day Disney went to the dark side
They sold the soul for the brand
And every child who dared to dream
Got magic they don’t understand
Once upon a time
We believed in light
But now we see
The cost of flight
The day the magic turned to dust
The day the stories lost our trust
The day Disney
Went to the dark side
dark side Disney
lost our trust
dark side Disney
turned to dust
dark side Disney
(dark side Disney)
dark... side ...Disney...

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Dark Side Disney

Spells to cast this October (deluxe)

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An Invitation

I don’t write to lead a chorus. I write to leave a light.
These songs are only footnotes — echoes reminding us that struggle and hope never vanish, they only wait for new voices to rise.

Everyone has a voice. Yours is no lesser, no greater than another. Each carries its own truth, and each truth belongs in the song.

Whatever your path — through faith or doubt, joy or grief, belonging or difference — your story matters. Your words can name the weight you carry, or sketch the world you still believe is possible.

So write. Whisper or roar, it makes no difference. A single verse, honest and clear, can carry further than you expect.

Together, these voices weave the chorus. Not owned by one, not silenced by power, but held in common. If my words spark even one more verse, then the song is larger than me — and the story continues.

1. The Core Philosophy: "Serve First, Lead Second"
The central tenet of servant leadership, as coined by Robert K. Greenleaf, is that a leader's primary motivation is a genuine desire to serve others. This is a direct contrast to traditional leadership models where the leader's goal is to amass power, control, or personal gain.


Humility in Action: A humble person naturally puts the needs of others before their own. For a servant leader, this isn't just a tactic; it's an internal compass. They don't see themselves as being "above" the people they lead. Instead, they see their role as a steward of the organization, responsible for helping others thrive.


2. The Inverted Hierarchy
Traditional leadership operates on a pyramid structure, with the leader at the top and everyone else below. Servant leadership inverts this pyramid. The leader is at the bottom, supporting the team and lifting them up.


Humility in Action: This visual metaphor perfectly represents humility. A humble leader doesn't need to be on top to feel powerful. Their influence comes from empowering others. They are secure enough in their own abilities that they don't feel threatened by the success or growth of their team members. In fact, they celebrate it.

3. The Shift from Positional Authority to Moral Authority
A traditional leader commands through their title or position. A servant leader, on the other hand, leads through persuasion, trust, and the respect they earn from their team.

Humility in Action: Instead of saying, "Do this because I'm the boss," a servant leader says, "This is what we need to accomplish. How can I help you do your best work?" They listen more than they speak, and they value the team's ideas and input more than their own. This requires a profound level of humility—the recognition that the best ideas can come from anywhere, not just from the person at the top.

4. Key Traits of a Servant Leader that are Rooted in Humility


Many of the most commonly cited characteristics of servant leaders are direct expressions of humility:

Listening: A humble leader knows they don't have all the answers and is genuinely interested in hearing the perspectives of others.

Empathy: The ability to understand and share the feelings of another person is an act of putting yourself aside to connect with someone else's experience.

Stewardship: This is the mindset that you are entrusted with the well-being of the organization and its people, rather than owning them.

Commitment to the Growth of People: Humble leaders see the intrinsic value in every individual and are invested in their personal and professional development, even if it means they eventually surpass the leader.

In essence, humility is the internal attitude that makes servant leadership possible. Without humility, a leader who tries to "serve" might just be using it as a manipulative tactic to gain control or popularity. True servant leadership comes from an authentic, humble desire to put the needs of others first. It is, as the saying goes, "thinking of yourself less, not thinking less of yourself."

Hier findest du Musik von Patrick Levien KI ProjektJesus Christus KI Generation , KI Komplott und Ki Sunclub Mallorca. Dieses Projekt wurde am 9 April 2025 von Uwe Joswig gestartet . 

Here you'll find music by Patrick Levien KI Projekt, Jesus Christus KI Generation, KI Komplott, and Ki Sunclub Mallorca. This project was started on April 9, 2025 by Uwe Joswig.  
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5cvu2aZt4Bf5n8oHr9UnfQ

we are the storm you can't ignore

"Spells to cast this October" out now 🔥🍁

Autistic Adult writing lyrics for songs for healing from PTSD, Domestic Violence, and Coercive Control and Trauma Informed Care For Front Liners. All my songs are FREE, I invite artists in Australia to record my songs as long as words not changed and attribution given to AusticZone. Still building this platform so please be patient while I organise things. Bless you

Immersive soundscapes that blend trap, hip-hop, electronic, and experimental genres. Fuses cultural commentary with unforgettable rhythm.

mBaileyz

Taking inspiration from the classic protest music of Bob Dylan and the edgier work of Rage Against the Machine, Energy Whores has been referred to by press as "an electro-punk-pop band whose hypnotic beat isn't enough to distract from their lyrics' acidity" (Rock Cabeca). Conceived by singer/songwriter Carrie Schoenfeld and guitarist Attilo Valenti, the duo has combined their talents to shine a light on the alarming realities of many Americans as political tensions continue to grow. Previous releases have been featured in the likes of Vents Magazine, Earmilk, Lost in the Manor, EDM Rekords, Illustrate Magazine, Plastic Mag, Eat This Rock, and Dope Cause We Said So. Not only does Energy Whores push boundaries with their lyricism, their experimental sound is entirely unique. Described by Indie Rock as "avant-garde art rock," their genre is difficult to pin down. Elements of electro-indie, pop, disco, rock, and 80s synth pepper their tracks. Pedal steel in "Freedom Fadeaway”, released on February 27 even brings a touch of country into the mix. They describe their music as, "designed to be meaningful while also pushing [the listener] to dance." The juxtaposition between a dance-worthy melody and brutally honest storytelling not only forces the listener to think, but may just make them question what they can do to add their own voice to this movement. By A.A. Cristi Feb. 13, 2023 Broadwayworld.com

Composer, arranger, Producer, remixer as 2Minds. Follow my band at http://moreinsight.tumblr.com/
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In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Hadley began composing music at the age of 12, blending curiosity with raw creativity at a time when songwriting tools were limited to pen, paper, and instinct. From those early beginnings, Hadley developed a lifelong knack for turning life’s moments—both big and small—into captivating tracks and songs that resonate across generations.

Explore the journey and hear the sound of experience at SMXmusic.io.

New: Dictatorlied (coming soon)
A-cappella/close harmony addict
Vocal Pop and Jazz

New tracks tagged #PROTESTSONG