head ghosts remix of "static" by Vicar Elm

from the new self-titled album "Vicar Elm" available now
(featuring new remasters, guest remixes and unreleased tracks)

vicar elm - ghosts in the static (head ghosts remix)

1
HOW TO STOP FASCISM 101
4:00

2
"It Can't Happen Here" - Sinclair Lewis (Redux)
5:21

3
More Than a Squirrel (P'Nut)
2:24

4
Drumpf's DDoS of Democracy (extended version)
8:58

5
Trump Didn't Wash His Hands
3:00

6
Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 4)
3:59

7
Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 3)
3:59

8
Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 2)
3:57

9
Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version)
3:59

10
Ender's Game, or Gamer's End_
3:48

HOW TO STOP FASCISM 101

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'"It Can't Happen Here" - Sinclair Lewis (Redux)'
- Kotoku Denjiro

November 9, 2024 at 12:49 a.m.
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```markdown
(Verse 1)
In the heart of Vermont, under the sun so bright,
There's a tale unfolding, in the dead of night.
"It Can't Happen Here," Doremus Jessup writes,
But the winds of change, they're taking flight.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," echoes in the air,
But look around you, see the people's stare.
The stage is set, the players in their place,
In the mirror of society, we see our face.

(Verse 2)
Buzz Windrip rises, with promises so sweet,
A future of prosperity, where all shall meet.
But behind the curtain, the truth's untold,
Power and ambition, in their hands they hold.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it's happening now,
We've seen it before, history tells us how.
The cycle repeats, again and again,
In the dance of power, it's always the same.

(Bridge)
Look to the past, see the shadows cast,
Figures in the spotlight, echoes of the past.
Leaders and heroes, villains in disguise,
In the theater of life, truth and lies.

(Verse 3)
In the land of the free, under democracy's guise,
A leader rises, amidst the people's cries.
Promises of greatness, a nation reborn,
But beneath the surface, a truth is torn.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," a refrain so old,
But the song continues, as stories are told.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 4)
In the year of '16, a new tale began,
Trump took the stage, with a master plan.
Promises of greatness, a nation divided,
In the heart of America, a new era presided.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it happened then,
A chapter in history, written by men.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 5)
As the years rolled on, the world took a turn,
Pandemics and protests, lessons to learn.
In the face of adversity, humanity stood,
For justice, for equality, for the greater good.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it's happening still,
In the heart of the nation, against its will.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 6)
In the wake of unrest, a new voice arose,
Kamala Harris, in the midst of foes.
Breaking glass ceilings, a beacon of hope,
In the heart of America, helping us cope.

(Outro)
As the song ends, remember this tune,
Under the fading light of the moon.
"It Can't Happen Here," but it can, you see,
In the heart of the night, in the land of the free.
```

(Verse 8)
In the wake of his loss, he rallies the base,
A call to return, to seize back his place.
With whispers of fascism, louder each day,
A storm on the horizon, ready to sway.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but the shadows grow near,
It's time to unite, cast aside our fear.
The stakes are rising, the fight’s crystal clear,
In the land of the free, we must persevere.

(Verse 9)
Democrats falter, with words but no might,
While the far-right arms in the dead of the night.
Our voices alone won’t answer the call,
It’s time for action, to stand tall.

(Bridge 2)
Leftist militia, united and strong,
To protect each other from what’s gone wrong.
From city streets to rural grounds,
We arm with knowledge, strength abounds.

(Verse 10)
In every small town, on city blocks too,
People gather, defenders in blue.
Not waiting for saviors, nor hiding in fear,
Together we rise, our purpose clear.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it’s happening fast,
The future’s uncertain, the die has been cast.
From Vermont to Texas, across this land,
It's time to unite, and take a stand.

(Outro)
So let this be the anthem, our solemn vow,
To defend each other, here and now.
"It Can Happen Here," but not if we fight,
For justice, for freedom, in the dawn’s first light.

"It Can't Happen Here" - Sinclair Lewis (Redux)

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'More Than a Squirrel (P'Nut)'
- Kotoku Denjiro

November 5, 2024 at 11:24 a.m.
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*"More Than a Squirrel"*

(Verse 1)  
I saw the video, felt the ache,  
Little P'Nut didn’t stand a chance to break,  
And yeah, the outrage, I get why it flows—  
A life cut short, everyone knows.  

But look at the comments, the righteous cries,  
For one little life under government lies,  
But when it’s lives lost across the sea,  
A different tune is all I see.  

(Chorus)  
Why does a squirrel’s life matter more,  
Than thousands killed on a distant shore?  
They say “vote blue, don’t talk foreign lands,”  
But blood stains red on all our hands.  

(Verse 2)  
I’m not saying rise up and fight,  
But tell me why, why it feels right,  
To cheer for a squirrel’s justice here,  
While genocide rolls on, year by year.  

Forty thousand lives—who’s keeping score?  
But call it out and they shut the door,  
“Don’t talk of taxes, don’t speak of aid,”  
Just “vote the party, and don’t be swayed.”  

(Chorus)  
Why does a squirrel’s life matter more,  
Than thousands killed on a distant shore?  
They say “vote blue, don’t talk foreign lands,”  
But blood stains red on all our hands.  

(Bridge)  
It’s genocide, no matter who,  
No comfort in knowing others do it too,  
Call them out, every regime,  
But look at what our taxes mean.  

(Outro)  
All lives are sacred, near and far,  
But a squirrel’s worth more in our backyard.  
If we could feel for every soul,  
Maybe then the world would be whole.

More Than a Squirrel (P'Nut)

'Drumpf's DDoS of Democracy (extended version)'
- Kotoku Denjiro

October 30, 2024 at 2:00 a.m.

They’re crashing the gates with a flood of lies,
Rigged elections and FBI spies.
It’s ballots dumped and suitcases stuffed,
Dominion rigged, it’s never enough.
“Fake electors,” they shout in swing states,
Pressuring lawmakers to fabricate.
While courts try to untangle threads,
They’re onto the next mess in our heads.

It’s a DDoS on democracy,
A Gish Gallop unleashed deliberately.
Flooding the news, breaking the trust,
Wearing down systems built to be just.
With every scandal, they spin and scheme,
Till truth collapses under the stream.

An insurrection called “patriots' march,”
Where gallows stood under the Capitol’s arch.
“Hang Mike Pence,” they chanted wild,
But Trump claimed it was all mild.
In the Oval, plans were hatched,
Pressure campaigns to overturn the match.
From Georgia calls to fake audits staged,
Flooding every crack with lies and rage.

It’s a DDoS on democracy,
A Gish Gallop that grinds the gears we need.
Overwhelmed with claims and spinning the flaws,
Until the checks buckle in a web of faux laws.
A storm of tweets and media spun,
Until it’s chaos where the truth once won.

He called to Georgia for “11,780” votes,
A demand so clear, it was practically rote.
But when caught, he called it fake news,
Pushing conspiracies in alternate views.
Meanwhile, pardons fly like exit bribes,
For allies who stayed on his side.
Giuliani's hearings pushed wild lies,
Fake witnesses reading scripted alibis.
Judges and cronies stacked at each turn,
To make accountability crash and burn.

It’s a DDoS on democracy,
Every false claim a brick in the spree.
Overloading defenses, bending the law,
Leaving cracks for corruption to crawl.
They count on chaos, bet on noise,
To drown out reason and silence choice.

“Stop the steal” rallies call for arms,
Chaos as tactic, no fear of alarms.
Rittenhouse walks, praised as brave,
A martyr for the lies they crave.
Meanwhile, January 6th hearings stall,
Delayed by filibusters and shadowed calls.
Trump dodges indictments, claims no guilt,
While allies sow rage from platforms he built.

It’s a DDoS on democracy,
The system buckles from their strategy.
Distrust deepens with every blow,
As they keep lying, the cracks grow.
With every court date that comes and goes,
Another plot to keep the chaos stoked.

They’re counting on exhaustion and disarray,
To sweep their lies and crimes away.
It’s a flood meant to drown the guard,
Hoping to leave democracy scarred.
But we’ll hold the line, and patch each break,
Expose every plot and the havoc they make.
For when truth rises above the lies,
We’ll repair what’s been damaged and compromised.

DDoS: A Distributed Denial of Service attack, usually used in cybersecurity. In this context, it’s a metaphor for overwhelming democracy with a flood of misinformation, scandals, and distractions to destabilize and overload its systems.

Gish Gallop: A debate tactic where someone rapidly presents a large number of arguments or falsehoods to overwhelm their opponent. In this song, it represents how political figures use numerous false claims to wear down systems of truth and accountability.

Dominion: Refers to Dominion Voting Systems, a company accused without evidence of tampering with votes during the 2020 U.S. presidential election. The term highlights how baseless accusations were used to undermine public trust in the electoral system.

“Fake electors”: Refers to attempts to have unauthorized individuals claim to be legitimate electors in order to change the outcome of the 2020 election, particularly in swing states where the vote was close.

Insurrection: Refers to the January 6th attack on the U.S. Capitol, where rioters attempted to overturn the certification of the 2020 presidential election.

"Hang Mike Pence": A chant from some rioters during the Capitol attack, expressing anger at then-Vice President Mike Pence for refusing to reject the electoral votes.


Drumpf's DDoS of Democracy (extended version)

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'Trump Didn't Wash His Hands'
Timbaland x Shiba Inu

October 23, 2024 at 3:55 p.m.
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[Ad-libbing]
Trump cosplaying as a grease-collar worker at McDonald's, and now McDonald's has an e-coli outbreak across the US.  I'm not saying Trump didn't wash his hands, but even if Trump wanted to wash his hands of all the crimes he's committed, "Out, damned spot!" he yelled, but he doesn't have a dog.

Trump is an evil fascist, you've witnessed his litany of crimes on primetime.  If in 2024 you still think Trump is a man worth voting for, that's on you.

Fascism is on you
Like white Karens on rice
Like white men and white lice
Like Trump and the supposed supremacy of the white race
When we're all just part of the fabric of time and space

Trump Didn't Wash His Hands

[Ad lib to end]

Trump Didn't Wash His Hands

'Ender's Game, or Gamer's End?'
- Kotoku Denjiro
September 22, 2024 at 5:03 p.m. 
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*(Verse 1)*
John Healy’s calling out to the screen, 
Recruiting gamers for the war machine.
From *Call of Duty* to battle plans, 
No boots on the ground, just controller hands.
No loadouts needed, no respawn here, 
This is real life, but don't shed a tear.
He says, "We need your killstreak streak, 
To fly our drones and dominate the weak."

*Chorus* 
**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?** 
Is this where the battle truly blends?
From Warzone drops to drone command, 
Is this the fight we understand?
**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?** 
No gulag chance, no friend to send,
But war’s the same behind the screen—
Just play your part, it’s not a dream.

*(Verse 2)*
Outdated rules are in the past, 
He’s scrapping the red tape fast. 
Eczema? Acne? You’re still in the fight, 
With your UAV, you’ll see the light. 
"No need for perks or streak rewards, 
The enemy’s now behind closed doors."
Drones and artillery lead the way,
This isn't Verdansk—it’s the real fray.

*Chorus*
**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?**
Is this where the battle truly blends? 
From Warzone drops to drone command,
Is this the fight we understand? 
**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?**
No gulag chance, no friend to send, 
But war’s the same behind the screen—
Just play your part, it’s not a dream.

*(Bridge)*
Like Ender, you’ll never see the face, 
Of enemies caught in your kill-cam trace.
No heartbeat sensors, just endless scans, 
Is this warfare, or another game plan?
You won’t hear the airstrike call, 
Just press the button, watch them fall.
Precision shots, no need to reload, 
But does it feel like the same old code?

*(Verse 3)*
Labour’s patching up recruitment woes, 
But who’s the player when the scoreline shows? 
Putin’s hacking our killstreak flow,
And you're the hero with the final blow. 
*Call of Duty* taught you well—
Dropping drones like a kill-confirm hell. 
Healy says it’s your time to rise,
From multiplayer lobbies to military skies.

*Chorus* 
**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?** 
Is this where the battle truly blends? 
From Warzone drops to drone command,
Is this the fight we understand? 

**Ender’s Game, or Gamer’s End?**
No gulag chance, no friend to send, 
But war’s the same behind the screen—
Just play your part, it’s not a dream.

*(Outro)*
From killstreaks earned to missions real, 
Are you the soldier, can you feel?
With every drone, with every fight, 
Is this your duty, your shining light?  
Will you respawn or just pretend? 
When war’s no longer face to face,
Will victory leave a bitter taste?

Source: "Call of Duty: Defence secretary John Healy wants online gamers to join up for real to become drone pilots as he plans to ease  entry requirements for 'console warriors'" 

David Wilcock
Deputy Political Editor
Mailonline
22 September 2024 
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13878833/Call-Duty-Defence-secretary-John-Healy-console-warriors-drone-pilots.html

Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 4)

Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 3)

Ender's Game, or Gamer's End (version 2)

Ender's Game, or Gamer's End_

Mixagem feita por ΛMΛ́LGΛMΛ das músicas "We Are Two" de Oxidaksi e "The Cypher Murk!" de Costa Gold, Chayco, Felipe Flip, Zapi & Pedro Lotto.

Imagem gerada por Deep AI.

The Cypher Murk! (Costa Gold) + We Are Two (Oxidaksi) - Mix by AMÁLGAMA

Title: Confession of Silk and Smoke
What it's about: A woman sings about a toxic relationship with someone who was sweet on the outside but cold inside. He deceived her with beautiful words ("silk") and disappeared like smoke, but she can't let go of these feelings. It's a confession about a beautiful addiction.
Mood: Dark, sensual, melancholic. Like an admission that love was painful but beautiful. A late-night confession to herself.
Key images: Silk (tenderness), smoke (disappearance), poison in wine, chains, winter dressed as summer.

Phantom Velvet — a nocturnal confession in silk and smoke. Two intimate stories of beautiful decay, wrapped in dark trip-hop and late-night synthwave. Where shadows taste like velvet, and ghosts linger on your lips. Dark Trip-Hop. Noir Aesthetic.

Lyrics (EN):

[Verse 1]
You wrapped me in your silver lies
Kissed me with your cold disguise
I swallowed smoke, I called it air
Now your ghost lives everywhere

You tasted sweet, you burned me slow
A poison dressed in velvet glow
I gave you truth, you gave me chains
Beautiful, this aching pain

[Chorus]
Silk and smoke confession
You're my dark obsession
Left me bleeding colors I can't name
Silk and smoke confession
Love was just depression
Dressed in something beautiful and strange

[Verse 2]
Your shadow moves across my skin
I trace the places you have been
Every scar you left still glows
Winter wearing summer clothes

I drank your words like sacred wine
Now silence echoes through my mind
You left, but never gone
A fever dream I can't move on

[Chorus]
Silk and smoke confession
You're my dark obsession
Left me bleeding colors I can't name
Silk and smoke confession
Love was just depression
Dressed in something beautiful and strange

[Whisper Bridge]
Silk... smoke... still I taste your name
Silk... smoke... dancing through the pain

[Final Chorus]
Silk and smoke confession
You're my haunted lesson
Left me bleeding colors I can't name
Silk and smoke confession
Now I wear this weapon
Something beautiful that leaves a stain

[Outro]
(Silk and smoke...)
Still breathing you
(Silk and smoke...)
Can't undo
[Echo fade]

Song: «Silk and Smoke Confession»
Lyrics (©): Oleksandr Yatsuliak
Music: created with Suno AI
Phonogram producer (℗): Oleksandr Yatsuliak
© 2025 Oleksandr Yatsuliak • ℗ 2025 Oleksandr Yatsuliak
Music & synthetic vocals created with Suno AI

Silk and Smoke Confession

#triphop #darktriphop #downtempo #noir #cinematic #experimental #lofi #breakbeat #atmospheric #emotional #melancholic #alternative #underground #darkwave #electronic #moody #noirmusic

Chaos

Retrospective

Bare flickers in the black cathedral  
Heartbeat lost 

I wander corridors of shattered mind  
Stained windows weep with neon lies  
The city’s breath becomes a coffin sigh  
Under blackened skies, I find my grief  

In echoing halls of my hollow frame  
I taste the collapse, I feel the flame  

I’m crawling through the void 
A ghost beneath the surface
The shadows raise their anthem 
And I drown in chaos, blind to the light  

Broken mirrors cast my fallen shape  
The silence reverberates, I can’t escape  

The towers crumble inside my head  
Ash-dust memories beneath broken tread  
A tremor in the veins of a dying world  
My soul unravels where the darkness curls  

I’m crawling through the void 
A ghost beneath the surface
The shadows raise their anthem 
And I drown in chaos, blind to the light  

In the ruins I chant the last refrain  
Echoes fade into the void again  

Crawling through the void

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Intersectional anarcho-feminist communist.
anti-racist. anti-misogyny. anti-fascist. anti-homophobia. anti-transphobia. anti-ableist. anti-classist. anti-imperialist.
“Under no pretext should arms and ammunition be surrendered; any attempt to disarm the workers must be frustrated, by force if necessary”
― Karl Marx

Just a simple soul that wants to share his creativity

YatsuStudio Records is an independent digital music studio creating multilingual songs with the help of AI. Original ideas, emotional stories and cinematic vibes in every track. For collabs and business inquiries: yatsustudio@gmail.com

moody instrumental post punk / post rock. new album 'ghosts of fathers', out now 🎧 → https://open.spotify.com/album/62iW1xiRIIGBXx0iq9qxCV

O que é ΛMΛ́LGΛMΛ:

É um conjunto único, formado por elementos diferentes que fazem parte de uma mesma essência. Músicas diferentes que aqui são transformadas em fusões completamente modificadas, por carne, osso e suor. Apresentando este conjunto eclético, ideal para quem é e para quem quer conhecer novos gêneros e músicas, mas, antes de mais nada, é para quem se permite sentir enquanto busca uma sonoridade heterogênea, imersiva, profunda e complexa. 

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sTarik, estrela errante resistente

Pelo Espaço-Tempo,
Vagando sem pressa.
Perambulando,
O errante constante.
Seguindo o próprio,
Caminho.

Um esmero planeta.
Um mero efêmero.
Numa noite de lua nova,
Um dia, seria supernova?

So(l)zinho.
Fugindo do ordinário,
Otário visionário.
Gravitando,
Caminhante vibrante.
Estrela errante

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Trecho do poema autoral "Uma borboleta": 

Sobre estrelas cadentes,
Se tu nunca viu, todos mentem?
Ou você que nunca olhou pro céu
Por mais do que alguns instantes?
Então quando falo que tem,
Não me julguem como um réu...

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Produzo no MPC Beats... Salve àKai

Cheio de coisas nada a ver com tudo à haver...

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