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🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “The Missing Call”

The voice was promised, but never came.
A cold signal from a northern town,
where the snow clings, where the streets fade,
and now we wait — no sound, no name.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Twenty-three hundred, the time was set,
Zehlendorf dark under radio sky.
A message fading before it spoke,
and still we lean in, still we try.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Sometimes what’s missing
is louder than what stays —
sometimes the waiting
is what carries us away.

Sender Astra…
silence, frequency,
Sender Astra…

Sometimes what’s missing
and fate was fading...

The harm in memory.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Missing Call

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — Sanpaku 三白 

Eyes tell us stories.
They reveal our moods.
They show when you’re lying.
They show when you’re true.
If there is a message,
It shows in your eyes.
One ancient warning—
Know the signs.

Forewarning you…
Sanpaku…
It’s telling you…
Sanpaku…

Impending danger.
Peril near.
Am I living in wonder?
Or living in fear?

If there’s a message,
It shows in your eyes.
A message of caution.
Know the signs.

Forewarning you…
Sanpaku…
It’s telling you…
Sanpaku…

Forewarning you…
Sanpaku…
It’s telling you…
Sanpaku…

Eyes tell us stories.
They reveal our moods.
They show when you’re lying.
They show when you’re true.
If there is a message,
It shows in your eyes.
One ancient warning—
Know the signs.

Forewarning you…
Sanpaku…
It’s telling you…
Sanpaku.

Originally written and performed by Darkroom (1983)

Vocals & Guitar: Nayeli Astra
Guitar, Bass, Programming: Brad Astra 
Synths, Sequencing, Backing Vocals: Elena Morgenstern
Production & Arrangement: The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed & Mastered by: Brad Astra at Painful Records
Cover Concept & Direction: Brad Astra

Original Songwriters: Jim Gray, Alan Marks, Wolf Radke, Jeff Schmidt, Tim Palmar
Original Producer: Wes Dakus
Recorded at: Sundown Recorders, Edmonton, Alberta (1983)

Reimagined with analogue grit and spectral precision. For eyes that still carry warnings. 🖤

Sanpaku 三白

Friends

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — When the Wires Cross

I wake in a room I’ve never left.
Paint cracked with a name half-spoken.
Your face on the screen won’t stay still—
Flickers, then fades, then is broken.

And I can’t recall if we said goodbye,
Or if we were never allowed to try.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

I trace your voice through the machine,
A loop that the future corrupted.
Your hands were warm in a dream unseen,
But time, in its loop, is disrupted.

And I don’t know if you hear me now,
Or if this is just some vow.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

I send you a signal through glass and coil,
A message that slips through the seams.
Maybe we meet when the tapes unspool,
In another of someone’s dreams.

Hear me now.
Hear me now,
Or if this is just some vow.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Guitar
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Released by:
Painful Records

When the Wires Cross

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — Concrete Breathes Below 

Steel doors shut behind me.
Wires run cold beneath the ground.
Old streets loop in patterns
you don’t know you’re chasing round.

I heard a voice through static—
no signal left to find.
Maps torn at the corners,
burnt words in my mind.

Thirty years gone.
Nothing changed, nothing clear.
Thirty years gone.
Moving fast, stuck in here.

Footsteps stamp through corridors.
Walls stained with names I can’t pronounce.
Windows black, reflections twitch.
Clock hands spin, then count me out.

Rooms I never entered,
locked tight inside my head.
Every street an outline
drawn by what I never said.

Thirty years gone.
Nothing changed, nothing clear.
Thirty years gone.
Moving fast, stuck in here.

Pulse caught on a page
I never meant to write.
Half the words erased—
still I read them every night.

Every night.

Thirty years gone.
Concrete breathes below.
Thirty years gone.
Still no place to go.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Released by:
Painful Records

Rock & Pop

Concrete Breathes Below

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate
“She Won’t Keep You”

Iron veins beneath the stone,
Cold wires through the tunnel drone.
You walked in thinking you could fix her,
But now you’re learning — you become.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She feeds on ruins, burns your skin,
You won’t come out the way you came in.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Every street a blurred confession,
Walls remember what you hide.
You think you’re writing your own sentence,
But this wild child always decides.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She’ll carve your name in broken concrete,
She’ll wear it down, erase your dreams.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Here, you’re always half awake,
Smoke-stained glass and no escape.
You’ll lose yourself, you’ll beg to stay,
She never asks, she lets you break.

You can love her… she won’t keep you
You can leave her… she will keep you
In your bones and in your breath,
This wild child loves in life through death.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers, Mellotron
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

She Won’t Keep You

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — “Dead Channel”

I said it clear — at least I thought I did
but the words caught static in the air
your eyes blinked left like I’d disappeared
and the silence said you were never there

I played your message in reverse
heard laughter first, then rage, then stone
I wrote my name across your breath
but all your lines came back unknown

I turned the dials, I watched the lights
I stayed up late to catch your call
but every time I found the tone
the signal dropped — then nothing showed

I said your name
Did you hear mine?
I mouthed it once
But it crossed no line

We tried to speak,
but the channel died
we tried to reach,
but the words slipped wide
your face, my voice,
all smoke and fire —
we tried to speak,
then we expired

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Dead Channel

How Can I Tell Her

How Can I Tell Her (Live)

🩵✨ The Miracle Syndicate – Beloved

It's colder than before
The seasons took all they had come for
Now winter dances here
It seems so fitting, don't you think?
To dress the ground in white and grey

It's so quiet I can hear
My thoughts touching every second
That I spent waiting for you
Circumstances afford me
No second chance to tell you
How much I've missed you

My beloved, do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
Please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember

We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Still greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same

My beloved, do you know
How many times I stared at clouds
Thinking that I saw you there
These are feelings that do not pass so easily
I can't forget what we claimed was ours

Moments lost, though time remains
I am so proud of what we were
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
Grant me wings that I might fly
My restless soul is longing
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits

Original song by Ronan Harris and VNV Nation. All rights remain with the original copyright holders. This is a non-commercial, artistic reinterpretation for tribute and personal expression.

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Beloved

Close to Pain
by The Miracle Syndicate 🖤✨

No, I'm not relieved.

We say farewell.
We turn around…
The stark dusk view —
and the sea —
is real.

What would you do?

I have pain.

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

Duh, yeah. Me.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

I still see us in the passing —
in the car I drive when you exclaim,
through salted tears,
you scream with the loud, 
Goodbye.

Godspeed.

I have —

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

And so free the pain.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

This is for some heated pain.

That star longs to shine its brightest light.
That star longs to sleep under satellites.

It feels right.
It’s all right
to keep you close again.

If we fall right,
it’s all right —
if we keep it close to pain.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra Xóchitl: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Close to Pain

🌈🖤✨ You Bring Me Colour
by The Miracle Syndicate

This city hums in silver tones,
the lights don’t burn, they only glow.
Nothing moves, nothing fades,
then you bring me colour…

Was it real? Was it you?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Your silhouette on empty streets,
reflections move but never speak.
Your shadow lingers, pulls me through,
but every road still leads to you…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I swore I heard your voice tonight,
a thread of gold in black and white.
I swore I felt your hands in mine,
but maybe it was just the time…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a neon flicker underground.

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a glitter flicker underground.

The streets are grey, the lights have dimmed,
the memory burns, then caves within.
I close my eyes, you’re almost near…
but every time, you disappear.

You bring me colour…
but only in the end.

You Bring Me Colour

🖤✨ The Sky Might Fall
by The Miracle Syndicate

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When lights burn everything down
I’ve walked through this silence in bliss

I’m standing tall
When it comes to pass
I’ll find my way out
Someone needed this trip

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When lights burn everything down
I’ve walked through this silence in bliss

Let it all come down—
I won’t close my eyes
I was made for the end
Not afraid to say goodbye
When the sky turns black
And the ground pulls apart
I’ll be fire in the wreckage
Still beating, still heart

Let the heavens crack—
I’ve already bled through worse
Black out every sun
I’ll crawl from the wreck unrehearsed
Tear the ground in half—
I’ve slept beneath its weight
Erase my name from every wall
I was never yours to break

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When the lights burn everything down
I’ll walk through this silence in bliss

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Sky Might Fall

I stayed beneath the rift—too long to breathe
Mapped the fault lines in your sleep
Your name’s not gone—it just won’t speak
Hung in the throat of every dream

I held the dusk like it was mine
But dusk just held me back in kind

Driftline
Take me under
Where the light don’t have to reach
I won’t beg to be remembered
I just want a place to sink

You left your coat beside my door
It never asked if you’d return
I trace the salt in each regret
No fire comes without the burn

If love was real, it’s rotted now
And silence wears your wedding vow

Driftline
Take me under
Where the sky forgets to weep
Let the black tide fold around me
In a depth too dark to keep

I never left—just learned to fade
Like static buried in the waves

Driftline
Take me slowly
To the cold beyond belief
Where I don’t have to remember
What we were before the grief

Driftline

Desde aquella noche

All mistakes are intentional.

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Published by Painful Records Ltd.

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