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🧊👿💀🦴👣💥⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2025
🔥©Halcyon Synth, Mixer, Master, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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Dead...Ends...Now

Chilled To The Bones

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dis na pindol cwel (patryk pomorski)

🔥 Streaming soon on Spotify / Apple / YouTube:
👉 https://ditto.fm/wishing_well 

A lone traveler pulls off a desert highway at dusk and discovers a glowing well that promises more than it gives. Round and Round the Wishing Well is a modern country-Americana story about the traps we fall into when we’re thirsty for meaning, connection, or escape.

What looks like salvation becomes a mirage ... a cycle that keeps pulling you back even when you know better.  Pedal steel, dusty-road acoustics, and a haunted blue glow set the scene for a song about illusion, addiction, and the moment you finally walk away.  If you’ve ever felt stuck in a loop you didn’t see coming, this one’s for you.

I was rollin' down the highway, had my whole life planned
Guitar in the backseat, road map in my hand
Then I seen that blue light shinin' by the road
Pulled on over to take a look, man I shoulda known

Now I'm stuck by this wish'n well
Thought it was heaven, this is hell
Keep on drinkin' from it but dry as bone
Highway's callin' me back home

Round and round the wishing well
It's a bad deal as far as I can tell
Round and round this living hell
Can't break free, can't break the spell

Round and round the wishing well
I traded my freedom for this living hell
Gotta get away as far as I can tell
Round and round the wishing well

It showed me faces smilin' from the bottom down
Said they'd found the secret in this thirsty podunk town
Every voice was whisperin' "why doncha stay a while"
Should've seen the prison bars underneath those smiles

Round and round the wishing well
It's a bad deal as far as I can tell
Round and round this living hell
Can't break free, can't break the spell

Round and round the wishing well
I traded my freedom for this living hell
Gotta get away as far as I can tell
Round and round the wishing well

One day I realized, this ain't water at all
Just a devils mirror showin' me my fall
I hear the engine runnin'  and waiting down the road
Time to bust out of this spell and lighten up my load

Found my keys buried in the sandy ground
Left that blue light glowing and left that podunk town
Highway's out there waitin' aint nothin more to fear
Cleared my eyes and mind, now time to kick it into gear. 

No more drinking from that well
Broke my chains, escaped that spell
Got my thirst back, got my soul
Highway's taking me back home

Round and round the wishing well
It's a bad deal as far as I can tell
Round and round this living hell
Can't break free, can't break the spell

Round and round the wishing well
I broke these chains, escaped this living hell
Found my freedom, now I'm doing well
Round and round the wishing well

Wishing Well

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DIS NA GRUBE KURWY

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menszysna - stłukł mi sie telefon

This release is a sacred hymn rebuilt for extremely high-end audio system showcasing. Specifically, EQ based or preferably ones using DSP's in home theater or competition car systems. 

The emotional aim is reverent ache that turns into a full revival lift. The lead is a gravelled female contralto with preacher cadence. Verses stay dry and narrow with the lead locked mono. Choruses and choir lifts open wide only above 160 Hz so the low band stays stable across multi sub arrays.

Low end is designed to feel physical and unsettling. Mono sine swells live in 25–40 Hz with a hard infra policy. High pass below 25 Hz is mandatory unless the creator overrides with measured enclosure data. Sub energy is sustained with slow release and long tail. Ported 4th 5th 6th order stays controlled via shaped envelope and protected infra floor. Kick weight sits 55–65 Hz and sidechains the sub with fast attack and slow release so the hit stays sharp.

The midrange is carved for this vocal type and genre. Keep a subtle space notch at 250–350 so organ pads and room bloom do not mask the contralto body. Use conditional control at 500–900 for box tone. Use a dynamic harsh pocket at 2700–3800 for loud systems that run hot in presence. De ess 5500–8000 is required. If air above 9000 is added it must remain gentle and must not raise sibilance.

DSP handoff assumptions are explicit. Linkwitz Riley LR24 is the default with LR18 allowed. Band plan is sub sub 20–30; sub 30–55; bass 55–90; midbass 90–200; mids 200–3000; highs 3000–20000. Keep everything below 160 mono safe and avoid stereo FX in that region.

Tuning verification is built in. Use tone bursts 30–60 to confirm kick sub separation. Use a slow sweep 20–200 to confirm no phase hole around crossovers. If port noise appears reduce 25–35 sustain. If vocals bark increase dynamic control at 2700–3800. If sibilance rises tighten 5500–8000. Master is SPL clean with controlled clipping and no brickwall pump; accept downstream DSP boost without collapse.

[Faith] DJ Mo_$ - Amazing Grace

Mc-303 solo

Ron Delorean:
I could buy one hundred vintage whips and take no pics for Instagram
 I’m all up in her Christmas list, ’cause I got karats, I’m greater than
 She wetter than in Michigan
 She said, “I’m fly”
I’m Peter Pan so I jump real
 High like a weed pen
 I landed in that tinted whip, the Chevy, 1986
 We’ll be there in a jiff-E
 Wallet stack it till it’s perilous
Treat her like she Marilyn
 I stack till it’s perilous
 And I treat her like she Marilyn
 I’m bumpin’ all my tunes again
Yeah, the stu’ stunt Michelin’s
 She bumpin’ all my tunes again
 And she ride me like a Michelin


SS Jack:
For Real

Me and Ron like a dojo, way we kick back
 Break the city off like a Kit Kat
 You mad ’cause you bad and
 You can’t get your bitch back
Pass it
 To the homie to assist
 Chillin’ on a high shelf
 Just like a knickknack
Not ’bout the chit chat
 My dreams are lit back
 Please just go sit back down
I’m just a kid from a small little town
 What a better time than now?
 Yeah, I’m fucked up, I smoke by pound
 Sacrifice my queen just to see
Why you think I still wear the crown?
 Ten toes in
 Why you think I still walk around?
 Water on water
 Why you think I still never had no drought?
 Ain’t never had no doubt


We gon’ make no fake shit, these bitches be bad
 But they is way too basic
 My whip is too fast not to race it
 The whip is too fast just to chase it
We up on the flat and still see me adjacent
 My life on a need-to-know basis
 My pockets filled with
 Fuckin’ dead presidents, doggone faces
Got currency for every nation
 Dollars, yens, yeah, commas, bread
I slid in them DMs like I’m on a sled
 We talkin’ blue strips and bands
 I’ll be there in ten
I don’t want the head
 Just want to smoke
 And stay zen
 Stuck in the shade
 ’Cause the Cartier lens
Stuck in this life
 So no need to pretend


All this drinkin’ got me slow, slow, slow, slow
 We both fucked up, shorty, so yeah
 It’s a no, no, no
Take it easy, girl
 Yeah, you just ain’t no motherfuckin’ pro
 This shit ain’t no joke
 No, no, no, no, uh


We can kick it like we up at a dojo
 Chocolate skin, caramel on the end
 Just like you, it’s Rolo
You can make me “ouu”
 Poka loga like Coco
 You can make it bounce like pogo
Lifestyle, sayin’ fuckin’ hashtag YOLO
 Walkin’ the gold and break bro like todo
 Bring it back just like a yo-yo
Ouu, I walk the dog, yeah
 Bitch on me, pause, uh
 I can’t see any flaws, uh
 I be breakin’ these laws, uh
 Yeah, you know that I’m on one

Ron Delorean:
On one
 In the Chevrolet
 Doin’ figure-eights
 Forty minutes late
Pull up to the function sayin’,
 “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

Ron & Jack:
Dollars and yens
 I stack them past my head
 And I got all this bread
 I slid in like a sled

Ron Delorean:
Woo, woo, woo!
 She colder than in Michigan
 So I’m slidin’ down on her slopes again
 And yeah, she sweet like cinnamon
 But I pulled up with that discipline
Pull up with the official shit
 Quit smokin’ on that glycerin
 Yeah, I ascertain that you shootin’ hate
 But the dissonance left on the tape
 Let me know that you shootin’ blanks

Hawaii Shirt

Menszynsa x Plombuss - KUPA!

uczen ma stara matke starsza od jego babci jest jebac ja dziwke

MATKA UCZNIA (przyspiewka)

DZIEKUJE

I moved to Oregon in 2005, and McMinnville was one of the first places that felt like it had a pulse I could hear.

Third Street — the brick, the old hotel lights, the quiet after dark — stayed with me. There’s something about the way the mist settles there. The way history doesn’t disappear, it just lingers. Haunted buildings. Alien parades. Late-night stillness.

This song is a reflection of that feeling.

Built on fingerpicked acoustic, close duet harmonies, and mournful pedal steel that answers the name McMinnville like an echo in fog. It leans into a vintage, late-60s folk sound — intimate, shadowed, and beautiful.

Oregon shaped me.
McMinnville was part of that beginning.

ABOUT THE ARTIST

Creative is my API to the world. Born from the rugged intersections of mountains, coastlines, and code. Built on signal. Grounded in nature.

LEGAL & CREDITS

Written & Directed by: 01DW3ST

Lyrics: 100% Original Life Stories by 01DW3ST (AI-assisted for arrangement/rhymes)

Production: Created with Suno AI (Custom Mode) under Premier Commercial License

Ownership: © 2026 Jason Wydro. All Rights Reserved.

3rd St. McMinnville

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Songwriter • Designer • Creator 
Genre-fluid music exploring emotion, storytelling, and sound without borders.

Creative is my API to the world.

Born from the rugged intersections of mountains, coastlines, and code. My sound is built on signal and grounded in the earth. As a hybrid artist, I translate personal life stories into immersive sonic experiences using advanced AI sound design.

01DW3ST — Human storytelling, digitally amplified.

Yo it’s Ron, I came here to make some new tunes in order to pass the vibe on.
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Tally Ho!

This artist likes to mix genres. His influences range from metal, classical, idm to world.

From bands to DJ sets to full-scale productions, I’ve lived music in every form. Now? I create sounds you don’t just hear—you feel.

I blend what shouldn’t mix—Texas blues with UK drill, Mississippi stomp with crunk, Bollywood grooves over trap—and make it work. No formulas. No rules. Just instinct, rhythm, and soul.

🎶 Moe Money on the track—turn it up! Still Representing the 7-1-3, 4-2-0, and 2-2-3-4.

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