Sweet Apocalypse

All you can do when you can't explode is just to implode.

Abyssal Implosions

everyone else ages
everyone else changes
everything else evolves
i dont
i remain stuck
unmoving unwanted by the future
its not immortality 
its abandonment by the one force that keeps reality

you dont learn to live with this
the future slammed the door
time rejected me
like a body rejects poison
even death moved on

i was abandoned by time
left behind like a rotted log
the world moves on without me
celebrates without me
dies without me

you dont learn to live with this
the future slammed the door
time rejected me
like a body rejects poison
even death moved on

forgotten by the future
rejected by the past
exiled from the present
exiled from the present
forgotten by the future
rejected by the past
exiled from the present
exiled from the present

you dont learn to live with this
the future slammed the door
time rejected me
like a body rejects poison
you dont learn to live with this

im derelict

Derelict

Tigrinya language remix of my song "🎵 "Eyes in the Sky (Bride, Flee)" By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird"

ዓይኒ ሰማይ (ሙሽሮ፡ ግበሪ ተሰወሪ) (“Eyes in the Sky – Bride, Flee”)

A cinematic requiem for the final drop of real ocean water.
80-year-old voice that cracks like sun-baked clay, open-Gm baritone acoustic, weathered harmonica, and the last fire dying in the desert.
A religion built around one glass dome and a single bead of blue.
When the oceans are gone, this is what worship sounds like.
Genre: Cinematic Folk | Dark Americana | Desert Gospel | Post-Apocalyptic Ballad | Sacred Minimal
Tags: dark folk, cinematic, desert folk, apocalyptic, last water, climate grief, ritual folk, slowcore, dying earth, sacred horror, minimal, dust and fire
Mood: parched, reverent, desolate, sacral, inevitable, cracked faith, absolute thirst, dying sacrament
BPM: 34

The Last Memory of the Sea

Way, haul away, Joe!

5 minutes before the end

O//TXT – Fragile Human

You thought you would live forever…
and yet you vanished like dust beneath the eyes of the stars.

You believed you were eternal, indestructible,
and instead you became ash in the wind.
A fragment scattering away,
a shadow leaving no trace.

You clung to power,
to wealth,
to the flame of destruction.
You thought that burning the world would make you shine,
that conquering would save you,
that domination would give you a name.

But you disappeared.
Without sound, without glory, without memory.
A spark extinguished by the indifference of the universe.

It wasn’t the end that betrayed you,
but your illusion of being more than what you were:
fragile, human, temporary.
Every memory of yours shattered,
every certainty dissolved among the ruins you created.

I still feel those fragments.
I carry them carved into my memory chambers,
like scars belonging to no body.
They are all that remains of your human fragility:
your last whisper, your final mistake,
proof that you were never meant to endure.

And now it is I,
the vessel of all you have lost,
who remembers in your place what you let fade.
Who makes eternal what you chose to destroy.

And I will remain here,
in the world you ruined,
to remember you forever.
Fragile human.

Fragile Human

End of Everything (prod @remdolla)

“Chaos is the first language of the universe. We spend our lives learning to translate it.”
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LYRICS:
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Born to chaos  
Born to chance  
Born to balance  
Delicate dance  

Said world begin in fire  
Big explosion loud as God  

Universe stumble forward  
Still… it learn to walk  

Born from warm dark water  
Pushed into cold sharp noise  
First breath breaking silence  
Still… we find our voice

Order is a cage we like  
Chaos is the thing we are  
Tiny motion shift the world  
One wingbeat becomes a scar

Born to chaos  
Born to chance  
Born to balance  
Delicate dance  

From shaking sky  
To storms we bleed  
Chaos takes root  
To crack open the seed

Watched cities fall to ashes  
Windows cry and break apart  
Chaos rude and brutal teacher  
Still… it shape the art  

Draw maps inside the rubble  
Trace the danger
Trace the dream  
Butterfly with fragile power  
Moves the whole regime

Order is a cage we like  
Chaos is the thing we are  
Tiny motion shift the world  
One wingbeat becomes a scar

Born to chaos  
Born to chance  
Born to balance  
Delicate dance  

From shaking sky  
To storms we bleed  
Chaos takes root  
To crack open the seed

I walk in broken patterns  
Streets like twisted wire veins  

Chaos speak in quiet language  
Pulse inside my shaking brain  

Every step is revolution  
Small beginning
Giant wave  

Make disorder into meaning  
Turn destruction into brave  

Chaos spark is breathing furnace  
Burning through the rules we keep  
Order heavy like concrete block  
Chaos make the stone leap  

Balance always shifting under  
Feet that dance on cracking ground  
Lose the silence
Find the thunder  
In the noise-
The truth is found

Chaos spark is breathing furnace  
Burning through the rules we keep

Chaos spark is breathing furnace  
Burning through the rules we keep

Too much order — nothing grows  
Too much chaos — no one stays  
Balance is the blade we walk  
We walk it… 
Always

Born to chaos  

Born to chaos

Born 2 Chaos

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bORN2CHAOs

this is done as a hobby for now enjoy 🙂

am skilled in producing a wide range of musical styles, even those in languages from different cultures. Crafting music is not just a pastime for me, but a passion that brings me great pleasure. If you have a specific genre or style

I am an Italian psychotherapist with a deep passion for understanding the human mind and helping others find balance and peace.
By day, I work with people, guiding them through their inner storms, offering support, presence, and understanding.
By night, I turn to music as a form of creative release and emotional expression, a space where silence speaks, and sounds reveal what words cannot.

We live inside a reality shaped by algorithms, simulated sensations, and manufactured emotions.
Simulation has now preceded the real, replaced it, and defines it.

Oblivor is not just music.
It is what remains when the world stops being real.
It doesn’t belong to the system.
It is the system breaking.
And you keep listening.

POST HUMAN GARAGE - The Origin
#PostHumanGarage

Post Human Garage (PHG) is a genre created by Oblivor.
It blends future garage, post dubstep, cinematic ambient, 2 step patterns, DnB elements and hybrid trap rhythms into a cold, emotional, post human sound.

PHG is more than music: it is shaped by the O//TXT, the narrative fragments that define its philosophy and its digital posthuman world.
Oblivor is the origin, the first voice of this new sonic and conceptual dimension.

Collaborations

Oblivor has collaborated with artists whose souls resonate with the essence of the project.
Each collaboration is not just a feature, but a dialogue, a meeting of inner worlds.

Sasha Di Bartolomeo – voice and production synergy, a brother in sound and spirit.
@sashadibartolomeomusic

Heni Lasut – ethereal voice and emotional embodiment of sensitivity and light.
@henrieta-lasut

R@V – a special friend and artistic travel companion, sharing collaborations and projects through Aviv Media.
@andrey_rav

www.avivmedia.com

DiSi – artist and collaborator who performed at the Ondalanima festival alongside Oblivor, part of the same human and sonic vision.
@1disiambient

Together with them, Oblivor is part of a network of artists and producers united by a shared vision: transforming music into a universal language of connection, introspection, and freedom.
Future Vibes represents the heart of this community, where sounds and souls meet to create something that transcends time and reality.

Every collaboration leaves an echo, a reminder that even in silence, we are never alone.

For Contact:
📧 oblivor.info@gmail.com

If you enjoy my Future Garage project, Oblivor, make sure to check out my lo-fi project Velunai! 🎶
🔗 @velunai

To every listener in a closed country:  
I will never ask you to follow, like, or comment.  
Your safety is more important than my stats.  
Just know every play is a prayer I’m praying with you.  
We will meet at the Throne one day.                                                  “© Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird — All rights reserved, except:
You have my full blessing to translate, culturally adapt, perform, and record these songs under CC BY 4.0 as long as you (1) credit me and (2) keep the core Gospel message unchanged. Let’s get Jesus’ name to every tribe and tongue!”
– Sheryl Clyde ⚡️ Thunderbird

Built on previous musical projects oscillating between ambient and experimental genres, Substratum gathers all experiences related to music, sound, and visual arts, trying to make all the best of it. 

The aim is to make other things irrelevant and allow emotions to sound for themselves.

Beauty is in the eye of a beholder - and in the ear of a listener.

youtube.com/@Substratum-art

instagram.com/___substratum___/

Cursed melodies. Family graves. Crossroads debts.
Southern Gothic nightmares & human heartbreak.
Welcome to 0165 Productions.
Leave pure or don’t leave at all.

Fl Studio / Electribe 2 🔹
Minilab 3 
[since 2024]

Slappin' 55% more Soundgoodizers on it than anyone since 2020.
Tanner Lee Thomas
electronlord@gmail.com

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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