Recorded in our rooms.
By jay33d and V1le

come n go w V1le

Столько алых роз на моём бедре
Столько сообщений на моей телеге
И я не хочу на них всех ответить
Мне похуй я упускаю я люблю петь
Мы вчера ёбнули типа не в реале а в фортнайте
Мне кажется тут не хватает суки забирайте сдачу
Не шарю в этих блять грамовках я въехал в чью то дачу
Я поцелую твою маму тупо на удачу
И мы летим 120 в жилой зоне блять передача
Сейчас такое время блять не купить зажигалку
И мы летим 120 в жилой зоне блять передача
Сейчас такое время блять не купить зажигалку
Прача, старая прачка наебала всех на деньги
Они орут будто бы они дети
Орут будто бы не мешали в подъезде
Спроси свою суку сколько стоят деньги она не ответит

Project_86 winter freestyle

From the snowlit world of Mr. Fudgesicle comes the legend of Mistress Tinseltoe — the silver-thread mender of winter’s wonders. Born from widow’s thread and lantern smoke, she walks the rooftops when the world is quiet, sewing joy where sorrow frayed. If a stocking droops or a dream feels torn, she’s the whisper in the rafters, the faint ring of tinsel when no one’s awake. Each verse is a piece of folklore stitched in rhyme, each refrain a reminder that even the broken things can sing again.

For the ones who still believe a thread of light runs through every shadow.

Mistress Tinseltoe

From the frost-bitten coasts of Mr. Fudgesicle sails Captain Icicle, the jolliest mariner ever to steer a ship made of snow. With a beard of rime and a laugh that breaks the clouds, he charts his course not by stars, but by joy itself. His compass spins wild, yet it always finds the way to the warmest hearth and the loudest laughter. It’s a folk anthem for wanderers, children, and anyone who’s ever needed a map drawn in kindness instead of ink.

Raise your mugs, stomp your feet, and trust the chart that will bring you home.

Captain Icicle

Dusk

Zwiebackschnitte

From the whispered folklore of Mr. Fudgesicle comes the tale of The Lantern Mender — an old man in a crooked shop who sews light back into the dark. With a silver needle and a thread of flame, he repairs the lanterns that guard our memories, reminding us that no shadow is ever the end of the story.

For the ones who keep their lamps trimmed and burning, even when the night feels long.

The Lantern Mender

From the merry myths of Mr. Fudgesicle comes The Gingerbread Admiral, commander of the Fleet of Crumbs — a proud officer who sails the cocoa seas on ships of candied dough and sails of sugar snow. With a peppermint spyglass and courage baked golden-brown, he steers his cookie crew through every frothy storm and frosted tide.

All aboard the Fleet of Crumbs — sail until the cocoa’s done!

The Gingerbread Admiral

A whimsical ballad of maps and memories — where the ink smells of spice and the roads lead home. This song follows a gentle dreamer who charts the world not by borders or mountains, but by the sweetness of laughter, love, and cinnamon.

With imagery that blends fantasy and nostalgia, The Cinnamon Cartographer invites listeners to wander through peppermint peaks and cocoa rivers, tracing the invisible paths that bind hearts together.

For anyone who’s ever longed for home, warmth, or a touch of wonder — this one’s for you.

The Cinnamon Cartographer

Wrapped in red stripes and Christmas cheer, The Peppermint Postmaster carries dreams through snowdrift lanes and sugar-lit skies — each letter a whisper of hope sent north. But when one trembling message asks not for toys, but for love restored, his winter route becomes something far deeper than parcels and paper.

This whimsical winter folk tale blends nostalgia, melody, and magic — a story-song about hope delivered by lantern-light, reminding us that even the smallest wish can find its way home.

The Peppermint Postmaster

Ciao a tutti 🩷

I am a italian producer and passionate in creative creation, that makes me always happy 🤍

All soundtracks and pictures are produced by myself. 

Some of them are infused with frequencies, may some of you can hear and feel them 💜

Enjoy the bass on your ears and constantly increase your tuning ✨

You can rise like the phoenix beyond space and time and enjoy life the best way 🐦‍🔥


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Thank you for understandig.

Warmly, 
Jenny

When the band first formed in the cellar of McPhilbob’s parents’ home, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into.  They believed that nothing happens by chance and that God had given them a soapbox for a reason to impact the lives of people around the world.  Above all, their ultimate goal was to glorify God in everything that they do.  They believed that they are the greatest band of all time because they represent the greatest of all time, Jesus Christ.

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