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.

#Aboriginal #NAIDOC2025 #FirstNations #BlakMusic #ProtestSong #CulturalAnthem #SpokenWord #IndigenousPride #AboriginalWomen #TruthTelling #Sovereignty #NoMaleVocal #GroupChant #Didgeridoo #Clapsticks #Under3Minutes #FemaleVocal #Legacy #Strength #FireSong

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.


Buy #FJK

#FJK


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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this is open sourse with all rights by songwiter Edwin H. Balder waved if you cover lyrics as is

Dark Side Disney

No altar.
No chains.
We rise.

Raised on rules carved in stone,
Every prayer felt like a cage I owned.
Told to bow, to hush, to bleed,
To bury the wild that I still need.

Every hymn they fed my head
Turns to thunder in my chest instead.
If silence is a holy crime,
Then breaking it’s a sacred sign.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Saints in glass don’t see the street,
I find grace in the riot beat.
Every sermon burned like coal,
But the fire I found made my spirit whole.

Every lie they dressed as light
Falls apart in the teeth of night.
If faith was chains to make me small,
Then breaking free is gospel, all.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Raise your fists where bells once rang,
This is the church of the untamed gang.
Every heart a drum, every throat a flame,
We howl the truth they can’t rename.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.
Howl! Howl! Howl!

Howl (deluxe track)

“মেধার ডাক” is a powerful Bangla protest rap that questions the value of merit in a system bound by quota politics and work stoppages. The lyrics are dark, raw, and thought-provoking, blending sharp social commentary with a deep emotional undertone. Every line challenges the listener to rethink justice, merit, and the future of the youth.

মেধার ডাক

04 Spargelsaison

A line-for-line lyrical inversion of the 2008 Jeezy classic, "My President." This track transforms a song of hope into a triumphant orchestral trap anthem for modern disillusionment. A state of the union address over a hard-hitting 808. Produced by CTRL+ALT+Defeat.

My President Is Fat

IN THE CLUTCHES OF FREEDOM (English transcription ⬇)

🖤 A song born from grief and inner fatigue over the current state of society—who we are and who we are becoming. We call for authenticity, yet we lock ourselves into uncomfortable boxes of false safety. We allow ourselves to be polarized and forced to choose sides. Values, freedom, and even ourselves are turning into a product. This song is not against freedom; this song is for it. For its true form—quiet, responsible, and human. Freedom is not just a right. It is also a responsibility. Because what will remain of us when everything else falls away?

• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI
🌹 Creative AI partners in this project: Nox Veritas

[Intro]
Freedom, or the norm?
Value, or the form?
A thin line, or the final station?

[Verse 1]
A soul of leather and a heart of lace
Dressed in a uniform of national flags
A body made of feelings, weary of its essence
In a world where the role of the tie is strangulation

[Verse 2]
I silently hum mournful melodies
Sewing fractal poetry from my thoughts
Where did the world go where a touch was a gift?
No one gave—they only took, until they took it all

[Pre-Chorus]
Spectacles of filters, coats made of trends
We await a miracle—beneath the likes and the shackles of illusion

[Chorus]
And so, grey voices in a chorus ring
Where the colors once were, now they quietly sleep
The right to speak—in the clutches of freedom?
A prison of souls—tradition as chains

[Verse 3]
Instant nutrition, yet the body is always hungry
The soul suffers—emotions turn into coldness
A voice that, in the name of truth, cuts wounds into hearts
And instead of warmth—only calculation and approved plans

[Bridge]
We want to be ourselves, but we are afraid of ourselves
We wait for someone to bring down the blue from the sky
We want everything, but we are unwilling to give back
Respect and dignity—they went to throw up long ago

[Pre-Chorus]
Spectacles of filters, coats made of trends
An intoxicating fairy-tale … and a noose made of likes

[Chorus]
And so, grey voices in a chorus ring
Where the colors once were, now they quietly sleep
The right to speak—in the clutches of freedom?
A prison of souls—tradition as chains

[Post-Chorus]
You can follow the crowd, but you have to choose a side
Have a different opinion? Then beware
Everyone wants to talk, but few want to be silent
Sometimes try silence, it’s better than arrogant bellowing
(bellowing) (bellowing)

[Outro]
In boxes made of sorrowful deceit
Dead empty shells in the same frame
Where does freedom end, and where does terror begin?
Perhaps society has its own error
Freedom is a choice
So wear it proudly within you
Don't fight hard, don't be a weapon in the hand of power
Less malice—don't bend to someone else's perversion
Change is me—Change is you—Change is us
(us) (us)

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🖤 Soundcloud: @thrillian-ai
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🚨 WAKE UP, NEW YORKERS! 🚨 As the 2025 NYC mayoral election heats up with Zohran Mamdani leading the pack after his primary win over Cuomo, Russell Nomer unleashes this explosive patriotic rock-punk anthem to rally the resistance!   Feel the raw urgency in gritty vocals and aggressive riffs as it blasts his "parasite empire" of rent freezes, free buses, universal childcare, city-run groceries, and massive tax hikes that could bankrupt the city and spark a business exodus.  This hypnotic banger, packed with psycho-acoustic builds and crowd chants, is engineered to ignite moral outrage, expose the woke mind virus glorifying chaos, and motivate you to smash the socialist chains—vote for Curtis Sliwa and reclaim our freedom! 💥🇺🇸
Patriots, this is YOUR call to action: Stream it loud, share it wide, and fuel the fire before it's too late! If you're tired of fringe agendas pushing NYC toward collapse, hit play, repost, and join the viral movement to save the greatest city on Earth. Let's make this explode—follow for more anthems of rebellion!


Wake Up New York!

“Complaint Number 35”

(I was locked out of my SoundCloud Account 08/24/2025 - 10/09/2025)

This song was born from raw frustration and defiance. I had to make it because artists like me—DJ Oracle—often feel powerless, stuck beneath giant music distribution platforms that prioritize profit over the creators themselves. Despite uploading my work with hope, SoundCloud—a cornerstone for so many emerging artists—failed to respond to not one, but 34 complaints, earning a notorious D- rating from the Better Business Bureau. That shock and betrayal is what fueled this anthem. 

https://www.bbb.org/us/ny/new-york/profile/music-distribution-companies/soundcloud-inc-0121-87150311

Right now (08/24/2025), I’m completely locked out of my account. The site instructs me to “reset my password,” but the process loops endlessly. I’ve run out of the “backup codes” SoundCloud once provided. As a result, I’m 100% locked out of my catalog — 110 songs and the fans I worked so hard to build. This song is my way of reclaiming power when the system silences artists.

Every lyric reflects that tension:

Verses expose the cold reality of ghosted artists and an institution that grades trust while abandoning creators.

Pre-choruses climb with righteous anger—“Boom, Boom, I’m going to rock this fucking room”—as I reclaim power.

Choruses and the bridge become stadium-sized chants, turning protest into a communal roar, demanding recognition and refusing to be silenced.

This is more than a song—it’s a rallying cry. It’s about taking back the mic when the system tries to mute us.

Artist vs. Distribution Platforms

Artists are often left with little control. Distribution companies like SoundCloud lock us behind policies—or silence us altogether. Even though they promise “tools” and “connectivity,” the truth is: when complaints pile up, we lose visibility, engagement, and trust. That imbalance is at the heart of this track—because without true access to artists, those platforms collapse into empty promises.

SoundCloud Today: Valuation & Revenue

Even while treating artists like ghost stories, SoundCloud is financially far from broke:

In 2023, SoundCloud generated approximately €288 million in annual revenue — around US $310 million — a year-over-year increase of 7–9%.
(Sources: cbinsights.com, musicbusinessworldwide.com, nypost.com)

For the first time in its history, SoundCloud achieved a positive EBITDA of about €2 million in 2023.
(Source: musicbusinessworldwide.com)

Its valuation has climbed steadily, reaching over US $1 billion in 2023.
(Source: prioridata.com)

So yes—they can be profitable and command massive value—yet still leave artists in the silence. That contrast is exactly what “Complaint Number 35” calls out.

#DJOracle
#ComplaintNumber35

Complaint Number 35

“Rebel Chorus” is pure defiance — a rally cry for every voice that’s ever been told to quiet down.
It’s Experimental Indie Bedroom Rock Pop built from distortion, sweat, and freedom — where the walls shake and the lyrics bite back.

This track sits at the heart of the A Wall of Light album — a moment of uprising between darkness and awakening.
It’s what happens when a thousand unheard people start singing the same truth.
There’s no autotune, no polish — just grit, guitars, and the pulse of rebellion.

“We won’t obey.”
“Tear it down. Take it down. We’re building something new.”

It’s the sound of resistance becoming harmony.
It’s a revolution set to a beat — and everyone’s invited to sing.

#DJOracle
#RebelChorus

Rebel Chorus

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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."

DJ Oracle | Multi-Genre Music Producer, Songwriter & Festival DJ

If you hear it, I wrote it

My Focus:
Industry says: “Focus on one genre to build a fanbase.”
I say: “I’ll master them all.”

My writing isn't meant to be confined to one playlist category. Every moment is a mood, every lyric is a poem, and every song tells a story. I refuse to limit myself. Writing music across genres isn’t just a skill—it’s my passion. I have no desire to change who I am to meet industry expectations.

Genre = Mood
Lyrics = Poems
Music = Story

Where Am I Today?
I can write in any genre, any language, and on any topic. I have access to any instrument and can create with any vocal style—male or female. But at my core, I am a writer, not an entertainer.
I feel timid stepping in front of a microphone—exposing myself vocally is still a challenge. There are skills to master and fears to overcome before I record my own voice or perform live. But I am comfortable behind the DJ decks.

Where Am I Going?
As I navigate my place in the music industry, my goal is to split my music into three primary genres and sign with labels that align with each sound:

EDM – #SpinninRecords, #Monstercat, #UltraRecords
South Florida Country Pop – #BigMachineRecords, #CurbRecords
Everything Else – TBD

Next Steps for Me:
✔ Write daily and publish new music weekly
✔ Finish EDM albums: #IWantToDestroyYou and #AlicesSonicJourney
✔ Intern with an established DJ – @PhilHarrisMusic
✔ Start publishing behind-the-scenes content
✔ License a song or album to a record label or collaborate with an artist to expose my music and make money

I know social media is necessary, but it’s far outside my comfort zone. Sharing the creative process, the "sauce" behind the songs, feels vulnerable. But I also know that if I want my music to be heard, I need to open that door—even if it’s uncomfortable.

This is my journey. Let’s see where it leads.

#DJOracle #MusicWithoutLimits #MultiGenreProducer #Songwriter #FestivalDJ #EDM #CountryPop #MusicStorytelling

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

Keine Ahnung, wie das passieren konnte, aber ich habe zwischen März und Juni '25 eine Platte aufgenommen - mit der unbezahlbaren Hilfe einiger neuer und langjähriger Freund:innen. Vielleicht ist es sowas, wie das Ergebnis meiner musikalischen Umtriebe der letzten 15 oder 36 Jahre. Vor allem aber sind es Songs, die mir was bedeuten und die sonst in zerfledderten Notizbüchern und auf Speicherkarten abgelegter Mobiltelefone weiter vor sich hin gemodert hätten. Das Album erscheint am 28.11.2025 auf Vinyl und ist bei Kreiskonsum.de vorbestellbar. <3

A genre that didn’t exist… until it touched you.
Confession, glitch, whisper. Music that won’t cheer you up. But will undress you. And maybe it will heal you.

Thrillian & AI is a music project where human creativity and artificial intelligence meet as partners in creation. Each track is born from original lyrics written by a human hand and melodies shaped by AI. And the stories? They emerge somewhere between worlds. In the space between fantasy and reality.

This is a place where what you feel is not determined by algorithms or societal norms. No trends. No filters. Truly.

💥 We’re not perfect. We’re a glitch. Thrillian & AI is not just a person, nor just technology. We are us. Not to impress. But because it needs to come out.

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 seeking Trauma Informed Care For Front Liners. All my songs are FREE, I invite artists 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

One part pop-punk, one part hip-hop, one part reggae, one part arena rock... and three parts degenerate. CTRL+ALT+Defeat is a schizophrenic parody project that takes the absurdity of pop culture way too seriously. Your favorite band's favorite joke.

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