Un cri venu du froid. Sur une prod drill sombre et minimaliste de Insane Beatz, Animal incarne la rage, la solitude et l’instinct brut. L’Alaska comme décor, la nuit comme terrain de chasse. Viens rejoindre la Meute!

A cry from the cold. Over a dark and minimalistic drill beat by Insane Beatz, Animal embodies rage, solitude, and raw instinct. Alaska sets the scene, the night becomes the hunting ground. Come join the Pack!

Animal

Roots Reggae Survival Set Vinly Selection #3

Play Outbreak Island

Day Exploration

Suspence

Outbreak Island: Pendulum Theme

I wrote a poem about how a mother's love motivates even when she has no idea.

The Song She Played

This song is a heartfelt tribute to early detection and the power of artificial intelligence and modern science. Inspired by the real-life stories of patients who discovered cancer at its earliest—and most treatable—stage, “I Took the Test (And I'm Still Here)” brings a message of hope, not fear.

As a physician, I’ve seen firsthand the difference it makes when cancer is found before symptoms ever appear. The Galleri® test is a multi-cancer early detection tool that can identify signals for dozens of cancers through a simple blood draw—many of which don’t have routine screening options.

This isn’t a song about worry. It’s about being proactive, about giving yourself and your loved ones more time, more options, and more life.

I hope this song opens up a conversation. Because sometimes the best way to treat cancer… is to catch it before it starts to shout.

Took the Test (And I'm Still Here)

Vibe: Triumphant / Raw / Battle-Tested

Short Summary 
A reflection track. It’s about looking back at everything that tried to break you and realizing: you’re still standing. Not without scars, but still standing.

Lyrics

Hook
Ask me what I know 
An i'll tell you somethin’ about grief 
Seen it take out others
But it never took out me 
Though my mind is tired
I still feel inspired 
What hasn’t killed me
Only made me a survivor 

Verse 1
I do what it takes everyday to escape 
This is not a race this an everyday thing 
Love brings joy 
Envy brings hate 
Lost my mind tryna find my place 
When I look at the world
I see all of the pain 
I look at myself an saw things that I hate 
Accept who I am and the things I can't change 
Found my peace 
Then I found my way 

Hook
Ask me what I know 
An i'll tell you somethin’ about grief 
Seen it take out others
But it never took out me 
Though my mind is tired
I still feel inspired 
What hasn’t killed me
Only made me a survivor 

Verse 2
Hold my head high I survived beyond measure 
Those who do wicked real quick got severed 
Gotta stay strong can’t fold under pressure 
On this earth I don't store up any treasures 
I apply my mind 
My mind became a weapon 
I don't feel sad 
Life taught me many lessons 
I know faith and good deeds
Is what gets me into heaven 
I give God all of the credit

Hook
Ask me what I know 
An i'll tell you somethin’ about grief 
Seen it take out others
But it never took out me 
Though my mind is tired
I still feel inspired 
What hasn’t killed me
Only made me a survivor 


Survivor

Perfect for any game that needs some spooky, mysterious or nostalgic ambience.

Mysterious Fog - Full Track

Still Breathing is more than just a track — it’s a war cry.
Born from pain, sharpened by struggle, and delivered with unfiltered fire.
This is the sound of a man who survived everything designed to break him — and came back louder.



Still Breathing

🎵 Track Title:
Scars Don’t Break You

🎧 Song Insight / Upload Description:
Scars Don’t Break You is a dual-voice anthem for anyone who's been crushed by pressure but kept standing. With soft, ghosted vocals clashing against hard-edged spoken verses, it’s not here to inspire—it’s here to survive. This isn’t a spotlight moment—it’s what happens after the lights die, the mic buzzes, and you speak anyway. Real, raw, and made for the fighters.



Scars don't break you

Ashes in the Sky is a cinematic explosion of resilience and rebirth—blending epic orchestral swells, distorted 808s, and layered guitar crunch into a hypnotic, high-energy alt-trap anthem. This track drags trauma through the fire and spits defiance through grit-laced vocals that climb from whispered pain to a scream of survival. Perfect for late-night drives, shadowboxing your past, or setting the sky on fire just to prove you’re still here. Hit play. Burn through. Rise.

Lyrics:

I didn’t fall—I was thrown.
Didn’t break—I was torn.
But every scar they gave me
Is now sharpened and worn.

I’ve been the ghost in my own room,
The name left off the list,
The scream no one answered,
The truth they tried to twist.

I’ve held silence like a weapon,
Choked on plans that never fit.
But I crawled out of that wreckage
With fire in my fists.

Don’t mistake stillness for defeat—
I was loading every hit.
You thought I stopped? I set my feet.
Now I’m swinging with intent.

Ashes in the sky—
That’s just proof I made it burn.
Tears turned into battle cries,
And every loss became a turn.
They wanted me down,
But I learned how to fly
Through storms, through smoke,
With these ashes in the sky.

I carried guilt that wasn’t earned,
Built homes in broken ground,
Fed peace to people starving rage—
And wondered why I drowned.

I gave ‘em light, they sold me shadows,
Said “grow up” then disappeared.
Now I light my own damn lantern
With the lies I used to fear.

Some nights I hate the mirror.
Some days I want to quit.
But there’s gold inside the fractures—
And a storm that’s learning grit.

So let ‘em watch me stagger,
Let ‘em call me late—
I’ll still cross that finish line
Dragging fate.

Ashes in the sky—
But I’m still breathing fire.
Fell a hundred times,
But kept climbing higher.
I don’t need their map,
Don’t need their crown—
I was built in the crash,
I rise when I’m down.

Ashes in the sky—
That’s not ruin, that is my spark.
Burned their rules to fuel my why,
And now I blaze out of the dark.

If the world forgets my name—
Let the smoke remember me.
Not for silence, not for shame,
But for what I chose to be.



Ashes in the Sky

1000 O    An artificial umbilical cord inflates into cartoon bubbles with embryonic thoughts of a fetus.

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To all those who are far from their island...
Christóphoros.

Paroles :

Ton soleil, tes couleurs, tes parfums,
Tout mon être, en ressent, le besoin.

La famille, les sourires, si lointains,
Dans ma tête, c'est comme, un refrain.

Refrain :
Métropole solitude, le matin,
Métropole solitude, sans fin.

Loin de toi, une douleur, sans fin,
J'ai tenté, de lutter, en vain.

Etre seul, tu sais, c'est pas bien,
C'est promis, j'rentrerai, un matin.

Au travail, faire semblant, faut bien,
Faut sourire, faire le beau, tout va bien.

Dans mon coeur, trop de, chagrin,
Faut pas que, ça devienne, quotidien.

Cette souffrance, c'est comme, du venin,
Seul remède, rentrer vite, j'irai bien.

Ta chaleur, me fait, du bien,
M'en rapprocher, le seul, moyen.

Refrain :
La solitude de métropole, c'est sans fin.
Métropole solitude, les matins,
Métropole solitude, sans fin, sans fin, sans fin...




METROPOLE SOLITUDE

Just To Be A Fucking Child

Putting your faith in another person, expecting other people to do things for you, sacrificing, immigration enforcement, Spartan society, survival, betrayal, homelessness in Santa Monica, political swings, having too many options, group mentality, and other stuff.

We're The Batteries

Breakdown Anthem (Fuel for Fire) is a raw, electrifying glitchcore x dark trap banger built for the broken who refuse to stay down. It’s chaotic, urgent, and cathartic—a war cry carved from failure, ADHD burnout, and survival rage. Distorted 808s, glitched-out piano loops, and hypnotic stereo FX drive a high-energy, club-ready soundscape that flips breakdowns into battle flags. The chant-hook is pure adrenaline—perfect for rage workouts, mental resets, or screaming into the void. If you’ve ever felt like a glitch in your own life but kept rising anyway, this is your anthem. Press play. Let the wreckage scream your name.

Lyrics:

How many tries ‘til I stop breaking me?
…Still counting.

Lost my keys in the fridge again.
Brain rerouted, forgot the when.
Started five things, finished none—
Burnt out by 10 a.m. but I ain’t done.

Thought I was fixing it—cracked it worse.
Cursed at code, then rewrote the verse.
Punched the air like it owed me rent,
Got stuck in loops my mind invents.

I map success like it’s rigged to fail.
Even rest feels like betrayal.
Trying to build while my hands shake,
Still screaming back at every break.

Each mistake’s a branded scar.
I wear ‘em like my avatar.
Not pretty—just real.
Not healed—but steel.

I fuck up and I rise—
Slam my flaws against the sky.
Turn my breakdown to a charge,
I burn small and I burn large.

This ain’t hope, it’s fight.
I don’t fix—I bite.
Toss my failures in the flame,
Make that wreckage scream my name.

Therapist said, “Try grace.”
But I sharpened every space.
Spoke too loud, then shut down—
Rode my spiral into town.

Said, “You’re glowing.” Nah—I’m fried.
I scroll past hope like it's a lie.
Built a dream with duct-taped goals,
And a heartbeat I don’t control.

Had to leave what broke me slow.
Burned the bridge just to watch it glow.
You want polished? That’s not me—
I’m what’s left when you break free.

I wear regret like chainmail skin.
But every hit just lets me in.
Yeah, I fall—I fall loud.
Still the only thing I’m proud of now.

I fuck up and I rise—
Tear the silence with my tries.
Turn my breakdown to a drum,
Make my chaos where I'm from.

This ain’t hope, it’s burn.
I don’t soften—I churn.
Throw my scars into the pit,
Scream my worth with every hit.

I’m tired of calling this “healing”
when it feels like barely breathing.
This ain’t peace. This is friction—
My body's a glitch in my mission.

I fuck up and I rise—
Tear the silence with my cries.
Turn my breakdown to a blaze,
Set my doubts like nights on praise.

This ain’t grace, it’s nerve.
I don't calm—I swerve.
Throw my mess into the ring,
Make that damage fucking sing.

Still breathin’. Still stubborn.
Still here—
Even if the fight’s just… me.

Breakdown Anthem (Fuel For Fire)

I'm back and better than ever before!!! 😜✌️🖕

experimental filmmaker sound+light composition

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

Welcome to the sonic chaos lab of Shiitake Products — where genre rules are meant to be bent, broken, or ignored entirely.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something. From dark trap bangers to cinematic rock anthems, emo-folk confessionals to glitchy satire ballads — every track is a story, a mood, a moment. Nothing here is made to please algorithms. It’s made to feel.

🔹 Genres? Trap, EDM, alt-rock, rap-rock, folk, comedy, chaos.
🔹 Themes? Love, rage, ADHD spirals, existential dread, healing, heartbreak, and hope.
🔹 Mission? To make music that punches through the noise and hits somewhere real.

🎧 Custom songs? Absolutely.
🎤 Want your story turned into a track? I do that too.
🎁 Every listen helps fund future sonic experiments.

👉 open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
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🌱 For custom music or to support me as an artist: www.ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts/
🌐 More at: www.shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will absolutely waste your time on purpose. Proceed with caution.
👋 For spam and solicitations: https://www.soundcloud.com/shiitake-products/buy-my-course

Paweł Perepelica - composer, sound engineer and producer, writing music for video games, TV and independent films, as well as the founder of BinarySpace Audio.
Contact with me: 

e-mail: pawelperepelicza.music@gmail.com

“I create then disappear. I lost everything, but I’m still here.”

I’m not here to make waves—I’m just trying to keep the light on.

This music is for the ones drifting… the ones caught between the shore and the storm.
I know how wild these waters get—sharks circling, tides pulling, strange creatures below.

I built this lighthouse not to be seen by everyone, but to be found by those still swimming.

Welcome back to Earth. You’re not alone.

——

Genre: Smogwave
Post-apocalyptic soul.
Built from grief, survival, and spiritual fire.
This is what the end sounds like when you’re still here.

Born Woolfinius Jackson Whürl to two itinerate circus gymnasts, Woolfin would grow tired of the performance life and would go on to seek quieter pastures as a painter and later a writer.

Shaped by the Alaskan wilderness and loneliness, Lou Nwar delivers raw, visceral rap blending trap and drill influences.
Gritty flow, dark atmosphere and animal instinct:
👉🏼 Welcome to the Pack  

Exilé dans la nature sauvage de l’Alaska, Lou Nwar livre un rap viscéral et mélodique entre trap et drill. 
Il avance seul dans une ambiance glaciale, entre rage contenue et instinct animal.
Mais un loup sans meute n’est rien, alors:
👉🏼 Viens Rejoindre La Meute

DJ | PRODUCER | BABY DADDY | PROMO & BOOKINGS: SURGEMURDEROFFICIAL@GMAIL.COM

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I play on Sequential, Korg, Roland, Modal and Behringer synthesizers to compose original musical creations inspired by the nature, the countries all around the world and the cosmos...
Only real instruments, no software.
Music recorded only with a digital multi-tracks recorder, no computer.
My playlists are a good way to discover the main themes and instruments that inspire me.
Christóphoros.

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