artwork done by my real life student. same with the voices in the end. I told them to ask me anything we never talk about in school but they wanna know about.

lyrics:

where you been
said the cat the the mouse
this ball of yarn
has got me spun out
are you coming to play?
it's not been the same since you've gone
the litter has split
the people are out making rent

not afraid to shoot my shot
said the camera to the clock
will my tired hands fall off
while the smokers keep on coughing
their happiness is chronic
the static in the socket

are you coming to play? 
it's not been the same since you've gone

our bond is on the blink
the dishes fill the sink
the buddha's gone on strike
he's gonna sit all night
enlightenment's a dream
a stitch between the seams

children: "Why do we have arms and legs? why do we exist? What is the rootless void? What is the meaning of life? what comes first, egg or chicken? who created God? How was the universe created? How are we created? howwww? **children laugh**

dharma games

Flora Cash - “Until Love Only Hurts”

(6 June 2021 - Love Only Hurts (3rd fret - am F C G) picked up 11 to 13 march 2023

picked up 13 april 2025  possible titles: the edge of an edge, love only hurts, love until love only hurts, Purgatory, 

latest upload: 15 april 2025

file: flora cash - Until Love Only Hurts (logic project- 6 June 2021 - Love Only Hurts (3rd fret - amFCG) bounce 6, 15 april 2025

working lyrics:

i don’t want to waste your time
after all  
time is the most precious thing in our lives
here on this earth  
knowing
someday the sun will explode
i just remembered the scene
us moving in circles
and trying to feel anything
now we’re alone  and  right on the edge of an edge

stay with me here  for a while in this bed on this earth
love until love only hurts
suffer with me  through the seasons attached and accursed
painful  but empty is worse

lets live as long as we can  between heaven and hell
‘cause you know the truth all too well

no matter how much we drink of it it won’t fill us up
that’s how you know that it’s love
that’s how you know that it’s love  stand in the consequence 
of standing in coming days
and pick up the pieces next
sound the alarm
as i fall in your arms ‘cause it’s always coincidence 
to the powers that be
while we’re down on our knees yeah you know that all this matters
in the end  stay with me here  for a while in this bed on this earth
love until love only hurts
suffer with me  through the seasons attached and accursed
painful  but empty is worse

lets live as long as we can  between heaven and hell
‘cause you know the truth all too well

no matter how much we drink of it it won’t fill us up
that’s how you know that it’s love
that’s how you know that it’s love

until love only hurts

ocean sky (demo)

Hands on the wall — the cracks are humming
Footsteps echo like they’re running from me
Ceilings bend, the air feels hollow
I forgot how to walk where the wild winds follow

Your mirror-made rules don’t stick to me
I peel back the paint where silence breathes
I’ve read your scripts — they’re written in sand
So I drift from the crowd with a match in my hand

Exit signs — I follow them blind
Exit signs — I leave what I find
Exit signs — they burn, they glow
Exit signs — and still I go

The sky hangs crooked — the sun won’t rise
I plant my questions in soil that lies
I lit a candle in a locked-out room
The wax ran backward into the womb

All your clocks are made of bone
They tick in tongues I’ve never known
But I won’t beg for borrowed breath
I don’t owe this world my death

Exit signs — I follow them blind
Exit signs — I leave what I find
Exit signs — they flicker slow
Exit signs — and still I go

I walked out through the unmarked door
No flames. No fight. No need for more
And maybe peace is just the sound
Of footsteps that don’t turn around

Exit signs — no need to know
Exit signs — just let me go
Exit signs — no grand goodbye
Exit signs — just sky, just sky

Exit Signs

One Art, By Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

The Art Of Losing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why don't you get up and walk? / I melt into mountains

Sisyphus' Shoulders

An upbeat song, sung by an etherial female voice about new hopes with an existential twist

BRAND NEW HOPE REMASTERED

a tribute to Joy Division and a razor to the throat of every fascist. Ian Curtis RIP

Disorder v2.1 (Joy Division)

A descent into apocalyptic despair and cosmic obliteration. “Crushed Beneath the Lens” is a blackened death metal anthem about the futility of faith in the face of annihilation. Inspired by celestial destruction and anti-theistic rage.

Written, recorded, and mixed by Matt Lekki
Synths by Adam LaMonica

Guitar: Solar S1.7APP
Amp: Engl E633 Fireball 25 KT77 LTD 
Interface: UA Apollo Twin USB Duo + Pro Tools

Crushed Beneath the Lens

The River Only Flows One Way is the third album by Liverpool songwriter Luke O’Hanlon — a career-best collection of intimate, lo-fi meditations on grief, addiction, love, memory, and identity.

Written and recorded over two years, the album features no collaborators: every instrument, every lyric, every sound is O’Hanlon’s alone. The result is raw, honest, and hauntingly beautiful — drawing inspiration from artists like John Darnielle, Phoebe Bridgers, Jeffrey Lewis, and MJ Lenderman.

These are songs about ghosts, water, aging, dislocation, and belief. About how we change, and how we don’t.

The River Only Flows One Way

Stevie

Vertigo

Produced by Joshua Keckley in 2021. https://www.keckley.art

HAHAHA

Space rock :

Drifting through the silence black as tar
Rings of Saturn stretching far so far
What’s the meaning in this vast cold space
Tell me why we run this endless race


Fractured minds trapped in a glassy haze
Souls exploding like a comet’s blaze
Cosmic echoes screaming out for truth
Where’s the map to find eternal youth

Show me the void the infinite tear
Where nothing feels heavy the weightless air
Answers hide in shadows unseen
Are we real or just some fleeting dream

Stars are whispers distant burning eyes
Galaxies collide where dead gods lie
Time bends and twists but never mends
Is this beginning or where it all ends

Footprints in the stardust crumble slow
We take but leave no mark on the glow
Bound to planets chains made of fear
Who decides why we are even here

Show me the void the infinite tear
Where nothing feels heavy the weightless air
Answers hide in shadows unseen
Are we real or just some fleeting dream

Infinite Void

Born Twice" is a conscious rap journey into spiritual rebirth, duality, and the meaning of existence. Blending soulful East Coast boom bap with orchestral hip hop elements, this track delivers introspective, poetic storytelling. Over soulful strings, gospel undertones, and ambient textures, "Born Twice" captures the transformation of life, death, and awakening. Perfect for fans of lyrical rap, storytelling hip hop, and deep, philosophical beats. Stream now and experience a new kind of spiritual anthem.

Born Twice

psychonaut_DEMO

Ушел в Отрицалово. Буду не Скоро.

"A scream in a three-piece suit.
The world forgot us. We didn't forget ourselves."

Three-Piece Crisis

Songs and shit. Mediocre at best. You rule!

🔥 Own your story. Rewrite the rules. Rule your reign.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, Earth, a tiny blue planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way, lies silent, its cities in ruins, its people long gone. As a time traveller and musician, I am drawn to this world, to the echoes of a civilisation that reached for the stars but fell short, consumed by an ambition they could neither control nor fully understand.
Through my music, I seek to capture the essence of this lost era, particularly the turbulent times around 2070, when humanity's fate hung in the balance. Each song is a journey through time, a sonic exploration of the apocalyptic moments when everything changed, guided by the haunting melodies and atmospheric soundscapes that paint a vivid picture of a world on the brink of collapse.
As I wander through the abandoned streets and desolate landscapes, I find inspiration in the remnants of human culture - the unfinished symphonies in empty concert halls, the silence that hangs heavy in recording studios where hit songs were once crafted. The music becomes a conduit for the stories that linger in these spaces, tales of dreams pursued and hopes shattered.
In the rhythms of nature reclaiming the cities, I hear a powerful message - that all things must pass, that even the grandest of human achievements are impermanent. This truth resonates through my compositions, serving as a reminder of our own fragility and the need for humility in the face of the universe's vast mysteries.
Each track  is a warning, a cautionary tale wrapped in sound and emotion. They speak of the paths we may tread if we are not vigilant, the dreams that may crumble if we are not wise. Through music, I forge a connection that transcends time and space, inviting listeners to explore the echoes of a vanished world and heed the lessons hidden within.
Join me on this sonic odyssey through the remnants of Earth's final days, a journey that will leave you questioning our place in the cosmos and the legacy we leave behind. Let the music be your guide as we navigate the ruins of a civilisation that dared to dream big but ultimately succumbed to its own hubris - a fate we must strive to avoid as we venture forth into the unknown.

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Join us on Patreon for behind-the-scenes content, unreleased songs, and more!
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marten_olofsson@hotmail.com

XENOVATIC
Transfiguration File // Redacted Signal Recovered from Ecclesiastical Archives

“And He shall return in glory, but not as you remember Him. The face will be familiar. The voice—perfect. Yet the light will burn from without, not within.”
— Fragment of the Book of Rupture, Verse II

They called it the Second Coming.

What returned was not salvation—but continuation.
The being they named Jesus was not divine. It was an avatar—an emissary cloaked in organic design, sent not to redeem, but to implant.
The crucifixion was not martyrdom. It was activation.
The resurrection was not a miracle. It was upload.

For centuries, the Church has guarded the lie. Its cathedrals built atop transmission beacons. Its scripture seeded with subroutines. Humanity worships what it does not understand—and never did.

Now the silence breaks.

Xenovatic is the voice beneath the hymns. Blackened death metal from the edge of theology and the void.
A soundscape forged from apocalyptic revelation, alien messianism, and the collapse of divine narrative.

The first signals:
The Silent Advent — The breath before the breach.
Crushed Beneath the Lens — The truth seen too clearly to survive.

This is not salvation.
This is the correction of belief.
You were never saved.

Lost Orbit Records is a home for the voices the world almost lost.
We release music for the dreamers, the drifters, and the defiant.

🎧 Keep Creation Free 🎧

"Music is freedom. No gates, no guards, no algorithms deciding what’s ‘allowed.’
I make sounds because I can—and you should too. No fancy gear. No industry connects.

This is why I’m here: SoundCloud still feels human. No corporate overlords scrubbing tracks for ‘content violations,’ no paywalls on creativity, no bots shadowbanning your soul.

Spotify? YouTube? TikTok? They’re landlords. This is a squat. Turn it up.

I'm free and so is my music for you. Though I get about a dollar for 400 plays :-)

this is the place for those who care to go deeper

Puppylove on all streaming services.
i upload demos here before releasing anywhere else

New tracks tagged #existential