Soundtrack for the short play Protected Area.

Two men stand in front of a building. One is ready to deconstruct it for the other, but the final decision rests with the second. Their exchange unfolds as a fast, poetic dialogue, capturing a toxic relationship at its breaking point.

Parts of the play can loop multiple times, but this track is for the ending. The music, composed of synthetic strings and pads, blends with pitched-down bells and an electronic solo violin, carrying an apocalyptically pathetic tone with a rough, textured quality. Glitched and fragmented, it intertwines with the actors’ speech, lending the performance a deliberately low-quality operatic character that heightens its raw intensity.

Royal District Theatre. 2021

Let It End

This isn't something to rush. 
I hope to see you soon. 

The Tile At The Tip Of Your Left Foot Is Collapsing

Good Fortune
Inspired by Jean Baudrillard
Lyrics by ChatGPT and Avian and Loaded
Thanks to Ian at Collapse Aphorisms

[Verse 1]
We used to chase the morning sun
Like it could teach us where we're from
Now we scroll through endless posts
Like ghouls devouring nature's ghosts

[Chorus]
Imagine the good fortune
To watch it all unwind
Like being in the garden
At the birth of space and time
The ashes and the embers
Tell a story just as fine
Imagine the good fortune—
To see the final sign

[Verse 2]
We catalog the silent trees
And call it “documentary”
The ocean warms as the fishes struggle
To stay alive as profits double

[Pre-Chorus]
All the ends we've come to know
Are streaming in the afterglow
It feels just like the start, you know—
We stand tall waiting for the undertow

[Chorus]
Imagine the good fortune
To watch it all unwind
Like being in the garden
At the birth of space and time
The ashes and the embers
Tell a story just as fine
Imagine the good fortune—
To see the final sign

[Verse 3]
We sell the sky in data sets
And bury myths in soft regrets
But still we wait, eyes on the feed
Full of the bright green lies we need

[Bridge]
So light your candles for the end
It might be fiction dressed as trend
Green Transition is our siren song
Physics says that song...is wrong

[Chorus]
Imagine our good fortune
So blessed to see it die
We could have lived forever in the garden
Instead we killed the sky
Turned the land to ash and embers
Humanity's destiny
Extinct and unremembered

Avian and Loaded - Good Fortune

Eliconomics

Collapse

The Algal Bloom is killing all marine life in South Australia and government inaction is pathetic!

Algal Bloom (Feat. Scarlet)

Avian and Loaded - It's Already Over (Reloaded)

After drifting in space for so long, he reached a point of no return.

It started to pull — inward, downward, forward.

When you’ve all but given up and there’s nothing left to do…

How do you accept your fate?
How do you make peace with what’s coming?

Gravity Horizon

Against all odds, he found himself in a strange place.

His body was no more, yet his conscience very much existed.

In the center of the Sun, time was non-existent. There was no heat, no pain — only awareness suspended in a loop of silence and light. Rebirth, into a higher order.

In a liminal, transcendent, unknowable space, in a state beyond reality comprehended by the human mind…

Is there such a thing as hope?

Reboot. Transform. Load.

The pull of the Sun became stronger and stronger.

As the ship got closer, the metal began to warp — glowing with heat, then cracking, then disintegrating.

What do you look back on, after such a harrowing journey?
Do you allow your conscience to disintegrate and disperse too?

Sonnensturz

This mission was high-stakes. 

“You’re our only hope,” they said.

„Two weeks and back.“

But, as he sat in the cockpit, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

What do you do when everything seems absolutely fine — but deep down, you just know something is wrong?

Liftoff

After such a long time in space — cut off, isolated — time no longer ticks. It melts and warps.

In the darkness, he floats. He thinks. He forgets.

Systems idle. Signals shift and fade. Memory flickers.

What becomes of your mind in the dark corners of space, when you’re confronted with this kind of loneliness?

Spectral Drift

The ship’s systems became unresponsive after a deep-space anomaly — a sudden rupture that shredded communications and scorched critical navigation controls.

Earth is out there, blue and unreachable. He desperately attempts to restore communication, but to no avail.

What do you do when you realize you can’t go back home?

Kein Weg heim

Samopokrenut sistem: A study in unguided motion.

Command collapsed. Control failed. But the system kept moving.

This is emergent structure in the absence of leadership — not coordinated, not random. Just what happens next. 128bpm. Follow on X: @ComplexityCrew 

Complexity Crew – система самозапущена [128BPM]

[Verse 1]
Said I'm wrecked, check
No pulse left to detect
Stepped on like an insect
Sand blasted and gone to heck
That's absolutely correct

[Verse 2]
Job destroyed by tech
Where's my self respect
None left to inspect just
Wrecked

[Chorus]
The hits keep coming though I
Try to deflect
Stop, drop and roll
Just another lost asshole
I'll call you but it's 
Gotta be collect
No dimes left 
That is correct
Just totally wrecked

[Verse 3]
No one left to protect
Ground coming up fast
They said it couldn't last 
They get the last laugh
Life's a trip and 
This is my last trek
The end is all that's left to select
Wrecked wrecked wrecked
That's fuckin' correct

[Chorus]
Said I'm wrecked, check
No pulse left to detect
Stepped on like an insect
Hands broken no cards left in the deck
If you say I'm wrecked
Correct
Let's ask for the check

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter who they elect
We know who they protect
What really makes them rock hard and erect
Plane rides and child brides then
Mysteriously they take their lives
When the guards don't bother to inspect
Lucky fucks they find a way out
No one bothers to scream or shout

[Verse 4]
For the rest of us it's check and mate
Devastated, inculcated  
Where's my savior where's my ride 
Where's MY fuckin' child bride
Did what they told me
Then they rolled me
The system used me, fucked me, sold me

[Final Verse]
Self respect? Just hit eject
Zig zag gig line
Nothing left to inspect
What''d you expect
No hope, no bread, just disrespect
You're goddamned right I'm fuckin'
Wrecked
Wrecked
Wrecked

Avian and Loaded - Wrecked (Single Mix)

We live in fragile times —
A moment hanging by a thread.
Our choices now shape what’s next,
Not just for us, but all who come after.

Radical empathy —
Step inside another’s soul,
Feel their pain, their hope, their dreams.
Because in understanding, we find our strength.

Protect the earth —
This blue-green gem we call home,
Not just soil and water,
But the breath of all life.

Say no to needless wars —
Violence feeds only darkness,
Build bridges instead of walls,
Let peace be our anthem.

Nurture your spirit —
Faith, doubt, reflection —
Whatever calls you to meaning,
Hold it close, let it guide you.

Master what matters —
Learn, grow, create,
Keep your mind sharp, your heart open,
For knowledge is a light in the dark.

And when it’s time to choose leaders —
Choose those who serve,
Not the ones who serve only themselves.
Choose wisdom, humility, truth.

We’ve stumbled — yes,
But the path forward is still ours to walk.
Every small act, a ripple.
Every voice, a beacon.

Together, we carry hope.
Together, we survive.
Together, we become what’s next.

We live in fragile times  :'( <3

prod. @gromvoi

producer GROMVOI
I Am systemcollapse

[Припев]
Ее клыки на моей шее, да
Шее, да 
Baby почему ты щас одна?
Ща одна
Она танцует прямо на мне ща
На мне ща, на мне ща
Да, baby покажи мне холода
Холода, холода(collapse)
Baby почему ты умерла?
Умерла, умерла

[Куплет]
(Я щас в клубе один)
Я щас в клубе один, на мне кровавый деним
Эти кровавые цели, которые я сам себе начертил
Сука, в Нью-Йорке так одиноко, меня хавают темноты
Ты танцуешь ща в Сеуле, baby это незаконно 
Baby это больно
Просыпаться с мыслью о нашем с тобой боге
На те футболка Mowalola, baby одинока
Baby одинока, baby одинока
(system, s-s-systemcollapse)

[Припев]
Ее клыки на моей шее, да
Шее, да 
Baby почему ты щас одна?
Ща одна
Она танцует прямо на мне ща
На мне ща, на мне ща
Да, baby покажи мне холода
Холода, холода(collapse)
Baby почему ты умерла?
Умерла, умерла

H0L0D4(GROMVOI)

Strangers To The Universal Panic

collapse rinoplastika x hoodtrap / mylancore / dephcore - @prodwhite_

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Avian and Loaded writes songs about dreams, nostalgia, grief and collapse.

BXNKROLL, producer of Lud Foe - 187, has been working on more than just rap. Enjoy. https://rumble.com/user/Bxnkroll

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Independent artist from Berlin. Starting out in cinematic ambient music and with a desire to explore different musical forms and styles.

ambient synth + shortwave theohauntology experiments

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