„Splinters o the Warld“ is a movin anthem o peace that touches the soul, speakin tae the fragments o humanity broken by colonialism and war. Wi a powerfu melody, it joins human emotions wi the depth o creation and precise wisdom. As pairt o a playlist in 60 leids, „Splinters o the Warld“ cries for unity, offerin hope that the folk o the warld, thegither, can rebuild auld wisdom withoot religious barriers.



Splinters o the Warld  Schottisch - JC KI G

#Klavier #Liedermacher #FCKAFD #Protestsong #KI-Song

so langsam fehlt mir hier die Geduld

Voices in the fire

A raw and powerful rock anthem against war, exploitation, and greed.
"No Blood for Gold" lashes out at profiteers who thrive on conflict, with pounding riffs and unfiltered lyrics.
A cry of defiance for all who won't stay silent.

No Blood for Gold

A protest folk anthem about political betrayal and broken campaign promises, using highway metaphors to explore the journey between political rhetoric and reality.

Highway of Broken Promises

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

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Shadowban

An unfiltered scream against corruption, violence, and the sellout of the sacred. What's Your Price is a blistering tirade through modern horror, fake faith, and blood-for-profit culture. This Is CH power. Raw, Furious, and Unchained. This is What's Your Price " !

Cruel intentions  
void extensions  
hell’s inventions  
soul redemptions  
Fractured lessons  
warped confessions  
plague infections  
mass suppressions  
Teeth are grinding  
truth’s declining  
hope’s a cancer  
faith ain't blinding  
corruptions climbing  
graves are lining  
love’s a myth  
and rage defining  

Mirrors shatter  
fangs get sharper  
blood gets louder  
skin gets darker  
Hearts are frozen  
speech is chosen  
rules are rigged  
and laws are broken  
Hunger stretching  
time’s dissecting  
bones are poisoned  
cause pain’s a weapon  
Pull the strings and watch them shatter

Every empires built on slaughter

And you want me to give a fuck?  
Fuck you!

politics demented  
bent and twisted  
sold in bulk and mass-insisted  
Dreams are taxed  
then repossessed  
just wake up broke and die in debt  
Cries get muted  
sighs get boosted  
scripts get flipped  
and loves rebranded  
Freedom’s scripted  
faith’s encrypted  
every prayer is now inflicted  
Cash is sacred  
blood’s a token  
wars are streamed  
and votes are stolen  
God’s on billboards  
preachers flexin’  
selling mercy  
and just pretending  
Saints wear wristwatches from hell  
while kids eat bullets  
they kiss and tell  
while I watch the sun drip from the cross  
that ignites a flame I thought we lost

Torn enchantments  
with fake enhancements  
families burning in abandon  
Skies are cracking  
judges lacking  
black spoons boiling in my canon  
My words like razors  
forged by traitors  
rhythm cursed  
next to soulless haters  
My skin’s a prison  
inside the cisterns  
where hope decays in rotted rhythms

from Ashen thrones  
and bloodstained vespers  
where holy hands rape the blessed ones  
Crucifixes flipped and twisted  
locked in spaces they never visit  
Shadows kneeling  
gods are bleeding  
suits are laughing  
as leaders feeding  
Hope is dead  
I watched them eat it  
Don't expect me to fuckin clean it

askew reason  
laws are treason  
truth’s a virus  
trust is bleeding  
Scripted fate  
encrypted seasons  
kill the code  
alive new lesions  
Burn the ledger  
flood the system  
drag their ghosts out through the prism  
Feed on power  
rip religion

then spit their sermons in their prisons

Clock is red  
the blood won’t settle  
fangs like fire  
eyes like metal  
Mind’s a weapon  
soul’s a kettle  
boiling hate you’ll never meddle  
Torn from birth  
and flame reborn  
the lasting soul forever scorned  
Silence now—your world’s deformed

don't fucking bitch just because you're born

Gutter prophets  
banker profits  
heaven’s hostage  
leaders toxic  
News is twisted  
blood enlisted  
dreams are murdered  
pride’s resisted  
Steel is humming  
war drums drumming  
future mean nothing  
fear is coming  
World’s a furnace  
hearts are service  
hate is truth  
and hope’s just worthless

Womb to prison  
life’s a sentence  
sins are priced in market pensions  
Justices plastic  
deaths are classic  
filth is worshipped  
fame’s elastic  
Youth are drowning  
pills are crowning  
suits are laughing  
blood is counting  
what sacred melts in corporate fire  
this world was sold to the fucking liars

And you fucking know it

Hope’s a cancer  
peace is bait  
The world’s a coffin  
dressed in state  
Bleed the sky  
destroy the gate  
so when it rains  
it desecrates

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

What's Your Price

Lead Vocals: Olivier S-C & Valerie Eisen
Guitars, Bass, Drums: Olivier Santoni-Costantini

Music and Lyrics by Olivier Santoni-Costantini
Produced by If Yesterday Was Tomorrow

Can you change... In your society... What you see... as Inequalities... Looking for... Social equity... With some kind... Of young naivety

Should you trust them... Can you trust them

Did they change... The world economy... Still having... lots of poverty... Did they get... prime publicity... Shouting out... fake apologies

What you want... is your life to be free... What you feel... confusion, deception... What you see... is who they want you to be
Equity can’t be free

Is the fight... for their community... A real ground... for more equality... Sounds like... their own realities... Are serving... their own cupidity

Did they get... more visibility... Promoting... dear diversity... Increasing... profitability... For business... insatiability

Should you trust them... Can you trust them

Did you give... Possibilities... Since you took.... The Opportunity... Once looking at... Inclusivity... Now looking for... Exclusivity

What you want... is your life to be free... What you feel... confusion, deception... What you see... is who they want you to be
Equity can’t be free

Can you change... In your society... What you see... as Inequalities... Looking for... Social equity... With some kind... Of young naivety

Did you give... Possibilities... Since you took.... The Opportunity... Once looking at... Inclusivity... Now looking for... Exclusivity

Equality

This song is a raw, confrontational protest anthem that channels pure anger against systemic injustice, racism, and institutional neglect. Driven by a relentless industrial beat, it serves as a powerful declaration from the marginalized, accusing those in power of a callous disregard for their lives and rights. It's a defiant cry of pain and resilience, asserting that while the body can be beaten and the name can be shamed, the spirit of defiance will never be broken.

They Don't Really Care About Us

" In Those We Trust "A brutal industrial rock-rap fusion exposing how education, big pharma, and media conspire to control and sedate. Cindered Heart spits raw truth over dark beats, haunting drops, and scorched vocals. This track is a warning—and a reckoning.

Lyrics

They used to teach stars, maps, and English in the plains
Now it’s Wi-Fi, worksheets, and invisible chains
Every bell a leash
Every desk a cage
They bred the lion out the child
Left a rat in its place

Used to teach calc in a single-room shack
Kids could quote lands, now they TikTok smack
Grew strong on books, now it’s app-store crack
We built a world power, then let it jump track

Used to lead in science, truth in reach
Now they censor the facts, redact our speech
Rothschild said it, not in class
They scrubbed his name while they taught you math

Don’t want thinkers, just cogs for gears
Curriculum shaped by the ruling peers
Broke the spine of public will
Then opened the door for pharma pills

How much medication is your child on?

They saw minds waking, so they changed the frame
Cut art, music, blurred the aim
No more thought, just tests and shame
Adderall lined to keep kids tame

Prozac smiles for tweens in pain
Focus up while they blurred the brain
ADHD labels, profit reign
Dumbed-down youth on assembly chains

Recess gone, but the meds remain
Sit still while they wired your vein
Neurons numb while teachers strain
A child’s hand shaking, but the profits paid

It’s our fault
We let them in the door
We clicked
We swiped
We begged for more

It’s our fault
We took the deal
Slept through the theft
Then mocked what’s real

They didn’t hide
We looked away
Now we bleed in silence
While the liars party

Trump ain’t clean, but he peeked in the vault
Showed where the dark spent trillions—halt
But we memed his tan and mocked the cult
While black books burned, it’s still our fault

Unsealed docs, Pentagon tricks
Bio labs, oil licks
You mocked his rants and orange fits
Instead of catching the counterfeit

He leaked the proof
They screamed unhinged
But you forgot what he unhinged
CIA masks, PR tints
Epstein’s list? Biden said it didn’t exist

Now Musk plays God with a Wi-Fi chain
In the West Wing, billionaire brain
AI ethics wrapped in gain
Sold your rights for a stock exchange

We meme and cheer and dance
While they re-code laws in a neural trance
Your vote was tossed like pocket lint
And your anger? Just a branded stint

It ain’t just them
It’s us
We laughed
We mocked
We slept
We scrolled
We obeyed

While they bought the schools
We bought the lies
While they drilled our minds
We closed our eyes

And now we rage
But too late
Because we were the lesson plan
We were the state
Now we’re the bait

So here we are, back in class
No pencils
No chalk
Just chains made of slack
And the final exam was passed

By those we entrust
Not us

By those we entrust
Not us

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In Those We Trust

 Egoist mit Portfolio - Ein harter Protest-Song von KI Komplott, der die dunklen Seiten des Kapitalismus, soziale Ungerechtigkeit und Kriegsgewinnler entlarvt. Mit bissigen Texten und einem treibenden Beat entsteht ein Sound, der zum Nachdenken anregt und gegen Gier und Ausbeutung rebelliert. Dieser Track kombiniert düstere Melodien mit einer klaren Botschaft: 10 % der Welt kontrollieren den Rest – und das muss aufhören!  
 Veröffentlicht: 03. August 2025
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Egoist mit Portfolio - KI Komplott

 Egoist with Portfolio - A powerful protest anthem by Patrick Levien KI Projekt, exposing the dark underbelly of capitalism, social inequality, and war profiteering on a global scale. With biting lyrics and a driving beat, this track challenges greed and exploitation, uniting voices against the 10% who dominate the world.  Cover Artwork: A watercolor-style image of a shadowy figure in a suit counting money in a glass skyscraper, set against a global cityscape (New York, London, Tokyo), symbolizing worldwide inequality and exploitation.
 Released: August 03, 2025
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Egoist with Portfolio - Patrick Levien KI Projekt

Das Lied vom kleinen Mann“ ist ein ehrlicher, kämpferischer Oi!-Song über die Belastungen des Alltags für die einfache Leute. Gegen Ausbeutung, leere Versprechen und soziale Ungerechtigkeit. Mit Apfel, Schnaps und Herz – für alle, die jeden Tag schuften und trotzdem zusammenhalten. Drochtersen Apfelskins – laut, ehrlich, bodenständig. Oi!

Das Lied vom kleinen Mann

The final cry — no more shrinking, no more quiet, no more waiting.

No More Silence!

🎵 Climbing Altitude for Peace – Hadley Price
As world leaders prepare to meet—again surrounded by tension, agendas, and headlines—this track offers something quieter but just as urgent: perspective.

Climbing Altitude for Peace isn’t about politics. It’s about rising above division, noise, and fear long enough to see clearly. It's not written from a throne or a pulpit—but from the viewpoint of a spirit trying to understand.

While the Trump–Putin summit stirs global attention, maybe it’s time to tune into something higher. Because peace doesn’t start with policy—it starts with vision.

Climbing Altitude for Peace

They were caught inside the echo of a war without a face,
Climbing past the smoke lines just to glimpse a safer place.
The ground was full of shouting, but the silence up here grew—
You can’t find peace in chaos ‘til you rise enough to view.

Voices down below still argue in the dust,
But up here, they’re learning what it means to trust.

Climbing altitude to see beyond the fear,
Above the noise, the vision’s getting clear.
It’s not about control or choosing sides—
It’s who can see the whole and still unite.
They don’t need a crown or marching tune,
Just higher ground and wider room.
Climbing altitude…
To change the way we fight, to find the truth in light.

Lines were drawn in anger, but they blurred when seen from high,
Borders looked like shadows underneath a quiet sky.
Down where pride once burned, the fire’s starting to relent—
They’re trading thunder for the calm of better intent.

Elevation isn’t just the view—
It’s the space to ask what’s really true.
The sky don’t favor either wing,
It’s who can rise without the need to win.

Climbing altitude to leave the blame behind,
Above the past, where empathy can shine.
It’s not about retreat or standing tall—
It’s learning how to see the cause in all.
They don’t need a wall or a louder tune,
Just a little grace and clearer room.
Climbing altitude…
To build a world that doesn’t need to break in two.

They’re not above…
They’re just above the fight.

Climbing Altitude for PEACE

I read the news through a painted lens
Lies wrapped up in corporate friends
I dig through dirt, I chase the thread
While the world just scrolls and shakes its head

No fancy schools, no PhD
But I see what they don’t want me to see
Patterns in chaos, whispers in smoke
Truth dressed up like some kind of joke

The wise are breaking, numbing their pain
To unsee what’s real in a world insane

Do I rise? Do I fight?
For a flag that don’t feel right?
Do I bleed for a cause
While they sit behind their laws?
No more war for a wicked regime
No more deaths for a corporate dream
We built this cage —
We can tear the seams

They push us down, feed us despair
Profit from panic, then strip us bare
Weapons sold for a bloody prize
While monsters hide behind suits and ties

Equality? Just a word they twist
Solutions fade in an iron fist
“Share the wealth” they call it war
When we ask for less, they take some more

(Yeah!)
Tear the walls down stone by stone
(BOOM!)
Burn the thrones and take the throne
(Come on!)
Break the banks and shred the chains
Let the people rise from pain

Stop the killing for their gain
Let the fire wash this shame
Let the system fall to dust
Let ‘em fear the ones they crushed
We are many — we can see
They don’t own you
They don’t own me

We built this world — now let it burn
And build again on what we learn
No kings, no gods, no lies to feed
Just open hearts
Where we can fucking breathe

Blood for Nothing

Who in hell would choose to run from home?
What the hell are we doing here?
I see the power plays, the money chains
Some bastard’s cashing in on pain
You’re never safe where the gold runs deep
Not when vultures circle, hungry to feed


I see it! Yeah, I see!
Clear as day but nobody believes me


Drive ’em out, lock ’em in
Make a profit off their skin
Debt for life, sell the lie
While the rich man sleeps just fine
This is the sickness,
This is the crime
We’re living in a sick world,
And we’re running out of time


Rich lands fall when the wolves move in
And the wolves wear suits with a plastic grin
Force the flight, aim ’em high
To debt-free nations where the trap’s inside
Refuge costs, the welcome’s thin
Loan sharks grin while the cameras spin


I see it! Yeah, I see!
Clear as day but they’ll never believe me


Drive ’em out, lock ’em in
Make a profit off their skin
Debt for life, sell the lie
While the rich man sleeps just fine
This is the sickness,
This is the crime
We’re living in a sick world,
And we’re running out of time


No mercy in the marble halls
No freedom when the hammer falls
They built the war, they sold the cure
And chained the ones they swore to secure


Drive ’em out, lock ’em in
Bleed ’em dry, make it spin
Debt for life, feed the flame
While the guilty hide their name
This is the sickness,
This is the crime
We’re living in a sick world,
And we’re running out of time

Sick World

Don’t see many angels out here these days
Where did they go, did they bail from the blaze
Black swell, low sky, teeth on the wheel
I brace for the hit and I swallow the steel
I’m not on a ship, but it keeps me sane
To call this burning world a breaking main
Night hums cold brine, salt in my lungs
I steer through silence while the thunder drums


Right now, right now, storm eyes on me
I won’t bow down, not while I breathe


(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) hunt what isn’t sold
(oi! oi! oi!) trade your fear for bold
(oi! oi! oi!) steer past counted lies
(oi! oi! oi!) break their measuring eyes
(oi! oi! oi!) no more bought and sold
(oi! oi! oi!) hearts stay loud and bold


Paper fleets with auction flags
Port fees paid in body bags
Towers rake the ocean’s skin
Tollbooths dressed as discipline
Vulture charts and banker maps
Push a tide and call it laps
Sign here, ship out, mask it as law
Counting lives like numbers on a draw


Not yet, not yet, we chew the chain
Not the net, we won’t sign their pain


(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) hunt what isn’t sold
(oi! oi! oi!) trade your fear for bold
(oi! oi! oi!) tear down tollgate walls
(oi! oi! oi!) drown their price-tag calls
(oi! oi! oi!) charts burn black as coal
(oi! oi! oi!) free the breath and soul


Iron gulls scrape foam and brine
Saints get priced on a scrolling line
Vows are packed in rusted crates
Customs stamp them pending fates
I shout to ghosts, hold the line
Your captain won’t sign their design
Lanterns sway like trials at sea
Rise up crew, let every keel run free


I drink to forget (say when!)
I drink not to see (say when!)
Feels right on time to me (say when!)
But the rum runs dry (again!)
Beer’s been gone so long (too long!)
Seas still rise and bite (hold strong!)
I need to be wrecked to sail these seas (hold fast! hold fast!)
Hands on rope, now pull as one (hold fast! hold fast!)


Letters of marque on every desk
Ink runs dark and the cut is fresh
Tear them up and salt the breach
Make the law learn sailor’s speech

(oi! oi! oi!) raise the dead-calm sea
(oi! oi! oi!) cut through policy
(oi! oi! oi!) not a soul for sale
(oi! oi! oi!) break their crooked scale
(oi! oi! oi!) storm the harbor gate
(oi! oi! oi!) turn their books to slate
(oi! oi! oi!) let the tide unfold
(oi! oi! oi!) hearts stay loud and bold

I steer through night with a bitten grin
When dawn says “pay,” I will not sign in

Letters of Marque

Unveil „Agents of Power“, a compelling singer-songwriter track from Patrick Levien KI Projekt with pop influences that exposes the dark machinations of hidden forces. With poetic imagery of „eyes from the sky“, „words like weapons“, and „shadow patrons“, this song tells a story of manipulation, lies, and the quest for truth in a world without rules. Framed by acoustic guitar and modern beats, it blends the emotional depth of a singer-songwriter with catchy refrains that provoke thought. Let the accusatory message and dramatic melody sweep you away – a musical statement against the powers in the shadows.  Released on: August 13, 2025
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Agents of Power - Patrick Levien Ki Projekt

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

"All rights to this Soundcloud account, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these artworks,lyrics, or tracks in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries, collaborations or contributions. please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

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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.

Songwriter and creator of “Roberto Tozzini & International Artist Group”. I write emotional folk/celtic songs, fully produced in a digital creative lab. My tracks are available for covers, collaborations, podcasts and audiovisual projects. 
🎧 Follow me on Instagram: @rtiag_music

YMER RECORDS

- Evelina -
Evelina is a young Swedish artist unafraid to speak her truth. Mixing Swedish hip-hop, punk, and attitude-laden rap, she writes about power, independence, and breaking every rule that tries to cage her. 

She’s fearless, socially conscious, and armed with lyrics that hit like a punch but still carry heart. In her own words: "I’m here to make noise, take space, and remind every girl out there – you decide who you are."

- Vera & Lovisa -
Introducing two swedish sisters. Their first single, "Wanna Go Home. They are currently working on a album.

- No Saints -
Since "CASSIZ" decided to reform, a new member arrived, they are now called No Saints, and they have re-released the old album, in another name. Enjoy!
And btw, they have an upcoming album, and it will shake you, they promise!

- Wolfwood Crew -
Wolfwood Crew are Jonas “Ridge” Larsson, Sara “North” Ánde, Luke “Timber” O’Connor, and Elin “Silver” Andersdotter – a Nordic country-rap force where banjo meets 808s, and outlaw grit collides with northern nights.

- bAAb -
bAAb is a Swedish melodic hip-hop trio featuring Alicia (lead vocals/hooks), Oscar (rap/lyrics), and Patrik (producer/DJ). They blend dark trap beats, guitar/piano loops, and big choruses – street with heart. Every track hides a subtle ABBA nod as an easter egg for listeners to discover. bAAb moves between late-night club anthems and emotional ballads – always with strong hooks and straight-up storytelling.

- Milo Björkman -
Introducing Milo Björkman
At just 20 years old, Milo Björkman writes songs that feel like pages torn from a diary – honest, unpolished, and deeply human. With a voice that blends warmth and vulnerability, he turns everyday moments and quiet emotions into melodies that stay with you long after the music fades.

- Sofia -
Our most productive artist. With 3 album, all in swedish, and 2 cover-albums, she continues to deliver songs directly from her heart.

- AMAZONS -
A swedish band, singing pop, country, rock and a touch of swedish dansband.
Mikaela is front, backup is Thomas, Erik and Giovanni.

- ALL ALIVE -
A combined swedish/american duo, sings rock, powerrock and melodius ballads.
Patricia and Matthew

- AKLEYA -
A group of four swedish females, sings raw Nordic Folktunes combined with alternative rock.
Elsa, Sabina, Pernilla and Lovisa.

- MIDNIGHT MERCY -
A swedish hardrockband. Sing melodic hardrock, alternative rock songs.
The band´s member: Antonio, Johan, Stefan, Martin and Viktor.

- NOVA5 -
Five young guys trying to make a revival of the 90´s boybands. Singing catchy and melodius powerballads.
The group is, Patrick, (mostly singing), Anders, Carl, Sebastian and Marko.

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Coming up:
A lot of new songs from; CASSIZ, bAAb, NOVA5 and of course Sofia.

Contact: ymercbf@gmail.com

If Yesterday Was Tomorrow is a music project by Olivier Santoni-Costantini

Original songs by “If Yesterday Was Tomorrow”

Lead Vocals: Bill Lupo, Olivier SC and Valerie Eisen
Piano, Keyboard: Thomas Wihlbiller
Bass, Guitar, Drums: Olivier Santoni-Costantini

Produce and mixed by Olivier Santoni-Costantini

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.

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