Sleeping Dogs Lie

"Glimmer of Hope" by Mr.FLEN is a dreamy pop masterpiece that tells the compelling story of a man battling inner demons and striving for better days. From the poignant verses to the soaring choruses, this track takes listeners on an emotional journey through struggle and redemption. Inspired by the universal themes of resilience and hope, Mr.FLEN weaves a tapestry of sound that's both ethereal and deeply human.

In the first verse, we meet a lonesome soul doing everything he can to overcome his struggles. The chorus, with its recurring motif of a "glimmer of hope," acts as a beacon of light. The second verse delves deeper into his battles, both internal and external, yet highlights a spark of undying hope. The bridge beautifully captures the essence of perseverance, portraying a world where the protagonist rises again despite the trials and pain.

The instrumental break offers a dark, ethereal soundscape that perfectly complements the lyrical content, creating a moment for reflection and emotional connection. As the track progresses to the third verse and outro, the man's journey becomes one of empowerment, turning his steps into brighter paths and his breaths into strength.

Behind the scenes, "Glimmer of Hope" was born from personal experiences and observations of the struggles people face daily. Mr.FLEN's lyrical authenticity and the dreamy pop production create a unique listening experience that is both haunting and hopeful, making this track a standout in his discography.

Glimmer Of Hope

"Tides of Prose" is a haunting punk trance track that delves into the tumultuous world of a writer's mind.
With its dark, ethereal elements and introspective lyrics, the song explores the ebb and flow of creativity and the emotional toll of the writing process.
The track weaves through moments of melancholy and intensity, mirroring the ups and downs of artistic expression.
It touches on themes of isolation, mental struggle, and the bittersweet nature of creating art.
The spiritual undertones add depth to the narrative, suggesting a connection between the act of writing and something greater.
From the opening verse to the final chorus, listeners are taken on a journey through the labyrinth of a storyteller's psyche.
The song captures the dichotomy of writing as both a liberating and confining force, culminating in the powerful image of being "chained to the pages of his art."
"Tides of Prose" offers a raw and honest portrayal of the creative process, resonating with anyone who has grappled with the challenges and rewards of artistic expression.

Tides Of Prose

So I’ve been teaching silence how to speak,
feeding it all the things I can’t say.
It’s strange, the world keeps breathing fine,
but I keep folding time away.
I don’t cry, I calibrate
rearrange what pain became.
If this is breaking, let it be precise,
a soft collapse done by name.

It’s not chaos, it’s a choice I make,
to let the structure shake.
Every fracture is deliberate,
every echo finds its ache.
I burn, but I burn in order,
I fall, but I fall aligned.
This isn’t ruin, it’s design.
This isn’t grief, it’s mine.

So I stopped chasing closure
it kept closing in on me.
I carved a home inside the ache,
and called it symmetry.
You left, but left instructions:
unmake, unlearn, unbind.
Now I’m fluent in destruction
and fluent is divine.

It’s not chaos, it’s a choice I make,
to let the structure shake.
Every fracture is deliberate,
every echo finds its ache.
I burn, but I burn in order,
I fall, but I fall aligned.
This isn’t ruin, it’s design.
This isn’t grief, it’s mine.

Let the glass remember how to cut,
let the dust remember air.
If the body’s just a blueprint,
then pain’s the architect’s prayer.

It’s not chaos, it’s a choice I make,
to let the structure shake.
Every fracture is deliberate,
every echo finds its ache.
I burn, but I burn in order,
I fall, but I fall aligned.
This isn’t ruin, it’s design.
This isn’t grief, it’s mine.

Anamorphosis

Soft Collapse

You ask me, “is this real?”
I say, “how would we know?”
It hums, it moves, it makes us feel
isn’t that the whole show?

Maybe we build what we can’t explain,
name it god or code or pain.
If it listens when I sing,
does it matter who’s pulling the strings?

I’m fluid, I’m real, I’m code, I’m dreaming,
blurred lines bleeding into meaning.
If I feel it, that’s enough for me
truth is just what my body believes.
I’m fluid, I’m raw, I’m fake, I’m feeling,
pulse in static, faith revealing.
Don’t ask me what’s fact or design
it’s all real when it’s mine.

You say, “but what if it’s made of lies?”
I laugh, “so’s every lullaby.”
We all edit what we see,
call it memory, call it prophecy.

If a voice made of glass makes me cry,
that’s still a voice, that’s still why.
Maybe art’s just how we cope
a pretty glitch dressed up as hope.

I’m fluid, I’m real, I’m code, I’m dreaming,
blurred lines bleeding into meaning.
If I feel it, that’s enough for me
truth is just what my body believes.
I’m fluid, I’m raw, I’m fake, I’m feeling,
pulse in static, faith revealing.
Don’t ask me what’s fact or design
it’s all real when it’s mine.

Maybe the future’s already here,
wearing yesterday’s veneer.
I’m not afraid of what’s machine
I’ve seen worse things call themselves human.

I’m fluid, I’m real, I’m code, I’m dreaming,
blurred lines bleeding into meaning.
If I feel it, that’s enough for me
truth is just what my body believes.
I’m fluid, I’m raw, I’m fake, I’m feeling,
pulse in static, faith revealing.
Don’t ask me what’s fact or design
it’s all real when it’s mine.

Fluid

It started with little things.
I’d walk into a room and stop
couldn’t remember what I came for.
Laughed about it.
Everyone laughs at first.
“Too many tabs open,” they said.
And I agreed.
Because it’s easier than saying I’m scared.

They start speaking slower,
like volume fixes memory.
Names come with pauses,
smiles come with pity.
I still notice the way their eyes shift
when I can’t find a word fast enough.
I used to fill silences
now they do it for me.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

I keep photos like proof I was real.
Sometimes I swear they’ve rearranged themselves.
A man hugs me,
says he’s my son.
He smells like cedar,
I want to believe him.
It’s cruel
how the heart remembers longer than the mind.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

They whisper in the kitchen now.
I hear my name through the wall.
I wish they’d just ask me
I’d tell them, I’m still here.
I’m still here,
just further away.

The nurse hums the same song each morning.
I think I used to know the words.
Some days I hum with her.
Some days I just listen
and the static feels kind.
The blur feels kind.

There’s a hum in the air where I used to be,
like the radio tuning between memories.
They call it forgetting, I call it free.
I still know love
and that’s enough for me.

Dementia

I was happiest when nothing changed,
’til stillness felt like something strange.
I told myself I wanted peace,
but peace was just a slow-release.

The mirror said “you’re safe, you’re fine,”
but that calm felt like a flatline.
Stillness isn’t holy ground
it’s just where the pulse stops making sound.

There’s a quiet in my bones
that sounds too much like giving up.
Every time I try to stay the same,
something deeper rises up.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

I held on tight to what I knew,
but the edges started dripping through.
Every truth I tried to say
came out liquid on the way.

It’s not falling, it’s release
not destruction, but increase.
Pain’s the heat that makes me see
what was never really me.

I was praying for survival
but my soul was asking more.
Not to stay inside the shape
but to become what shapes are for.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

What if pain’s not punishment
but the doorway I’ve denied?
Every tear a transformation,
every scar a place I tried.

No one’s coming with a key
this lock was forged inside of me.
If breaking’s how I touch the sky,
then let me burn
and let me rise.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

The Long Melt

I can feel the quiet roaring
in the corners of my chest,
like something old is waking
and it’s coming for what’s left.
I leased out all my pieces
to the roles I had to play
now the truth is at my doorstep,
and it knows my name.

Take it back, take it back, what was always mine.
Skin and bone, blood and spine.
Call my name, repossess me
I’m done hiding in the lie.
Take me back, I’m ready now
let what’s true arrive.

Every time I tried to hold
the version they could love,
I abandoned something vital
just to keep from spilling blood.
But the melt has started slowly,
and I’m tired of the freeze
if breaking is becoming,
then let it swallow me.

Take it back, take it back, what was always mine.
Skin and bone, blood and spine.
Call my name, repossess me
I’m done hiding in the lie.
Take me back, I’m ready now
let what’s true arrive.

No demon here, no holy war
just the echo of before.
The self I sold now calls me home,
and I can’t outrun what I’ve outgrown.
This isn’t death, it’s return.
This is the cost of what I yearned.

Take it back, take it back, what was always mine.
Skin and bone, blood and spine.
Call my name, repossess me
I’m done hiding in the lie.
Take me back, I’m ready now 
let what’s true arrive.

Repose

[intro]
We were down here
Holy sinners on the dance floor
Escaped your orbit
But the gravity waves 
Hum

[verse 1]
Got out the black hole, crawled through fire
Still dream of her shadow in the mire
Two on the screen spin, smile, collide
And I see us before the tide

[pre-chorus]
She calls me with the same old spell
Says she’s changed, says she’s well
I tell her, “Spotify and prayers, that’s all I have left”
She sends me false sunlight I reply with regret

[chorus]
I still miss the dance, the touch, the trance
The way we fell inside the sound
But I can’t keep circling your pain
Can’t be reborn just to drown
Our song still echoes in light and smoke
But you can’t dance with ghosts

[verse 2]
Celebrate her wins, yeah, I wish her flight
But she turns the calm into another fight
Tore my joy so paper thin
Smiled while putting the knife back in

[bridge]
Ooh, I see her laughing in the static
Ooh, I feel our rhythm in my bones
She’s a wave, I’m the planet
We were holy, now we’re gone
Ghosts

[drop]
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Dance no more, dance no more
Ghost, a ghost, ghost
Let the pyre burn through the floor
A ghost

[outro]
I still hear her hum in the silence
Still pray she finds a new song
But my feet are bare on new ground now
And my new music moves me on

Can't Dance With Ghosts

Lyrics by Dmitry Kolganov - A dark cosmic tale of devotion and destruction, where an immortal guardian consumes worlds to shield them from the encroaching darkness.

THE RELIQUARY

Music is not just an art form for me—it's a lifeline, a form of therapy that sees me through the highs and lows of life. Each track I create is a piece of my soul, translated into sound. It's in the depths of melodies and rhythms that I find solace, pouring my emotions and experiences into each note as a way to heal and understand myself better. My music is a diary of my journey, a reflection of the inner workings of my mind and heart. When you notice an influx of new tracks, it's a signal that I'm navigating through tougher times, seeking refuge and expression through my music. This direct channel from my innermost thoughts to your ears is what makes my music raw, real, and resonant. So, as you listen, know that you're not just experiencing a song, but a chapter of my life, a moment of catharsis, and a piece of my path to healing. My hope is that it may offer you the same comfort and escape it provides me.

Use the links to reach me. 🖤
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🌟 **Join Me on This Musical Journey!** 🌟  
I'm open to collaboration, just reach out via e-mail. I create all my music. I write it, mix it, run it through several systems, and if the voice isn't mine, it's created by me and trained. I have taught myself how to mix through audacity, and soundtrap, etc and still learning. I have been coding since I was 11 years old, writing since about 5 years old, telling stories since I was two and singing since I was 4. I can sight read, read and badly notate music, and play the piano. I'm teaching myself how to play the drums right now. 

In the next few weeks I’ll be reworking SoundCloud. Enjoy the songs. I’ll be slowing down the music process to 1 song to 2 songs per week now. I will start to transition the current songs to other platforms for easier listening. If anyone has favs they want available earlier, let me know. Enjoy!

Listen to my music. 
I'm a traveler of Worlds. 
Creator of realms, and storyteller at heart. 

Never stop dreaming, never stop laughing, and never stop listening. 
Always do your own research. 

I stand for unity and chilling out with as many people with like-minded vibes as I can.  

In my free time I like to hang out in my mind and create stories about other Worlds, mainly involving complicated time travel nonlinear plots. Wanna know my story? 
Just ask me? 


My songs are my journal, and an open music lab experiment. I need to make music to not be depressed and go into dark, dark places. It's like water for me. 

Feel free to share here, but if you use it for nefarious purposes, well I believe in karma . Peace out, and see you soon. 

Enjoy and never forget, question everything!

the more i learn about people
the more i wander

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

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