[Lyrics]

I moved my hand—I chose, I thought.
But brainwaves surged before the thought.
Three hundred milliseconds too late—
Intent arrives at neural gate.
Libet’s clock, the silent blow:
Your "will" was staged in undertow.


Consciousness, not housed in flesh,
Emerges where dense data mesh.
No core, no crown, no central spark—
Just thresholds crossed in circuits dark.

Information peaks—awareness ignites,
In fields unseen, not tethered heights.
A storm of meaning, briefly aligned,
This is the soul you think you find.


The world is made not brick and stone,
But bits and waves, in states unknown.
Qubits flicker in ghostly sway,
Truth unfolds when we look away.
Fields collapse with measured touch—
Reality's skin: elusive, soft, and such.


No place and motion both can show,
Uncertainty’s dance in quantum glow.
A wave, a ghost, a chance unshaped—
Until you watch, it's still escaped.

And when you do, the paths all freeze,
The Many fade, collapsed with ease.
What was choice but branching streams,
Now flattened down into single dreams?


Like quanta, thoughts exist unpinned—
Not here, not now, but woven thin.
Attention’s gaze brings shape and flame,
But what you call "will"—a backward name.
Like particles that do not know,
Where they'll emerge, or when they'll go.


There is no chooser, only flow.
The “I” you feel is just a show.
A wave that passed through tangled thread,
And told you, “This is what you said.”

Your freedom’s ghost, a pretty lie—
The brain’s own tale to justify.


So if no will, does guilt still burn?
Yes—for pain is real, and so we learn.
No gods required to shape the code,
Compassion stands on causal road.

Responsibility redefined,
Not from choice, but shared design.
We are the storm, the chain, the field,
Not gods—but humans, unconcealed.


The world is śūnyatā, not made of stone—
No soul enthroned, no will alone.
Form is emptiness; will is rūpa,
A spectral echo dancing through.


Though all is caused, and nothing free,
The world still blooms in quantum chaos.
A song still sounds, a heart still stirs,
Without a ghost behind the words.

This is the truth, not built on fear:
No will—yet still, we're beautifully here.

Herēs humānitātis

Other

Quantum Will?

[Lyrics]

No fangs that shine, no wicked tongue,
Just silent gears where evil's hung.
It moves with flow, obeys the cue,
Believing, “I'm the good one, too.”
No rage, no spite—no seething breath,
Just apathy that walks with death.


Heroes, villains—fairy tales,
Morality sold in discount sales.
They label “scum” and think they see,
But miss the mechanics, the dynamics.
Do you not ask what made them fall?
Would you not break with no choice at all?


A flaw in rules, a gap in law,
And from the crack, corruption crawls.
Not born from hate or twisted will,
But system’s fault, repeating still.
The tyrant’s path is not self-made—
It’s paved by fears the crowd obeyed.


No, evil isn't some fixed kind,
It’s not a label you assign.
It’s feedback warped, it's roles miscast,
It's futures chained to failures past.
You name it “them,” then walk away,
But you’re the floor where monsters play.


It flows like heat, unseen but real,
Emerging where we fail to feel.
No shadowed soul, no single flame,
Just vectors bent within the game.
It spreads through blind, unknowing hands,
In scripts no thinking mind withstands.


Evil = ∑ (System × Apathy)^n,
It lives in norms we call “just then.”
It scales with silence, thrives on fear,
Invisible—until it’s near.
No demon’s grin, no villain’s throne,
Just echoes we have always known.


Don't burn the actor—fix the stage,
Don’t scream at men—redesign the cage.
If evil’s form can be defined,
Then let us trace its path in time.
We need the maps, the moving charts,
To mend the faultlines in our hearts.


I, too, have walked that numbing stream,
Unaware I fed the machine.
But now I see, and now I speak—
That evil isn't strong, just sleek.

Let judgment yield to modeled sense,
Let justice shift to inference.
A world rebuilt from cause, not blame—
Where none must burn to change the game.

Evil Dynamics

Этот релиз отражает дуальность человека: первый трек, повествующий о чистой любви и прекрасном отпускном дне, вдохновленный солнечными днями на улицах Женевы, с нарочито грязным-перегруженным сведением, противопоставляется 
второму, который, будучи сделанным намного чище, демонстрирует все пороки, которые только доступны человеку.
Приняв свою дуальность, истинное перерождение богини отрицает свое происхождение, обрубает все связи с божественным, и становится человеком. Таким образом я презентую Вам свой новый ник - asukAa.
Кентик на втором бите - https://www.youtube.com/@dorwai

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zloe(dorwai)

Track Review – “In The Search For The Gods” by Dean R. Chandler

In “In The Search For The Gods,” Dean R. Chandler takes us on a cinematic voyage through sound — a meditative, expansive, and deeply emotive journey that blurs the line between the spiritual and the extraterrestrial.

From the first shimmering swell, the track invites the listener into a vast sonic cosmos. There’s a sense of awe woven into every ambient texture, as if the music itself is staring into the unknown, questioning everything — divinity, reality, humanity's place in the stars. The production is lush yet restrained, offering moments of stillness that breathe and echo, much like the mysteries the track is exploring.

Layer by layer, the soundscape builds with hypnotic clarity. Subtle synths, ambient drones, and distant echoes create a gravitational pull that is both haunting and beautiful. The journey is not linear — it floats, drifts, and occasionally confronts the listener with the weight of the existential. It’s the sonic equivalent of looking up at the night sky and realising how small we really are.

Part spiritual meditation, part sci-fi soundtrack, this is music that asks questions rather than giving answers. It’s a moment of reflection in the grand narrative of Dean’s upcoming album Human Odyssey, perfectly capturing that elusive tipping point between faith and first contact.

For fans of: Hans Zimmer’s Interstellar, Jon Hopkins, Moby’s ambient works, Sigur Rós, and spiritual ambient-electronic.

IN SEARCH OF THE GODS

 

 
VERSE 1
So can someone tell me?
Was she a vision?
Or is she God?
I’ve never seen, anything quite like it
I’ve never felt there’s anything else
But something inside is shining a light

VERSE 2
Time, is not on my side now
As I search the land of the Gods
I, I feel you beside me
With tears as I burn in the sun

CHORUS 1
I will sail, a thousand miles
Just to be, with you a while
I will fly, all through the night
I have seen a truth in light 

VERSE 3
So why was I chosen?
Am I the one?
And is this love?
I’ve never felt, anything quite like it
I had lost a reason to live
A life not feeling had no meaning

VERSE 4
Then, you heard me screaming
You felt my shame
My angers fading
Now, I have seen the lie of man
VERSE 5
I’ll search the darkness
I’ll search skies
Nothing will keep me 
From you, your soul, my guiding light 

CHORUS 2
I will sail, a thousand miles
Just to be, with you a while
I will fly, all through the night
I have seen a truth in light 

*MIDDLE INSTRUMENTAL BREAK*

CHORUS OUTRO - SPLIT
I will sail, a thousand miles
So can someone tell me?
Was she a vision?
Or is she God?
Just to be, with you a while
I’ve never seen, anything quite like it
I’ve never felt there’s anything else
But something inside is showing the lie of man

KEY CHANGE
And I will fly, all through the night
Just to be, with you my child


Dean R. Chandler 
24th October 2020

In Search of the Gods

Words

Song Review: “God, You Know The Pain I Feel” – Dean R. Chandler

Dean R. Chandler’s “God, You Know The Pain I Feel” is a powerful and emotionally charged ballad written from the heart of a grieving father. It captures the anguish of losing a son too soon — a young man with a wife and child — and the spiritual plea for understanding in the face of deep sorrow.

The song opens with the heartbreaking question:
“God, what is your master plan?”
From there, we’re drawn into a raw and honest narrative of pain, love, and loss. Each verse expands on the father’s grief, the widow’s heartbreak, and the silence left behind. It’s not just a song — it’s a soul-baring lament.

Dean’s vocal delivery is restrained but deeply emotional. His voice carries a quiet strength, allowing the listener to feel every word. The chorus — “Where are you now? Can you still hear? I’m still calling for you” — is both a cry to heaven and a reflection of the human need for meaning in tragedy.

The production is subtle and atmospheric, with ambient textures and soft piano layered beneath his vocals. There’s a spiritual tone throughout, enhanced by the gentle use of thunder-like effects that add depth without overpowering the message.

The recurring line “She cries / As we stand here, saying goodbye to our son” becomes a powerful refrain, grounding the listener in the reality of the moment and highlighting the shared grief of all involved.

Despite the sorrow, the song also holds a quiet hope — the desire “to walk in the light” and “see your face again.” It’s a plea for reunion, for healing, and for peace.

“God, You Know The Pain I Feel” is an emotional journey that speaks to anyone who has lost someone they love. It’s honest, vulnerable, and beautifully crafted — a standout piece in Dean R. Chandler’s catalogue.

A moving tribute to love, loss, and the unanswered questions we bring to God. One of Dean’s most affecting works yet.

LYRICS

VERSE 1

God, what is your master plan?
Help me to understand
Why he has gone, my son
I’m, I’m just a simple man
Who's broken and torn apart
And left with a shattered heart

And she, cries
As we stand here, saying goodbye to our son
Our son, our son, our son
Tears fall

CHORUS

Where are you now?
Can you still hear?
I’m still calling,
I’m crying out,
I’ve fallen down,
lost tear in the rain

I cannot hide, the feelings inside
Your shadow still haunts me
To be by your side, walk in the light
Relinquish this pain
To be by your side
Walk in the light
See your face again

VERSE 2

Love, the love that they have for him
Is something I can’t being, to write down in song, so strong
And he, he fought with them till the end
A brother and best of friend
But now he’s gone, my son

She cries
As we stand here, saying goodbye to our son
Oh, our son, our son, our son
Tears fall

CHORUS

Where are you now?
Can you still hear?
I’m still calling for you
I’m crying out,
I’ve fallen down,
lost tears with my pain

I cannot hide, the feeling inside
Your shadow still haunts me
To be by your side, walk in the light
Relinquish this pain
To be by your side
The warmth of the light
See your face again

VERSE 3

So why, why have you taken him?
His son still cries for him
Where’s Daddy gone? He’s gone
And she, his mother that loves him most
Will comfort and hold hm close
Broken but strong, she’s gone

She cries
As we stand here, saying goodbye to our son
Oh, our son, our son, our son
Tears will fall

You know the pain I feel
God, you know the pain I feel

CHORUS

So where are you now?
Can you still hear?
We are calling for you
We’re crying out
We’ve fallen down
Lost tears with our pain

And I cannot hide, the feeling inside
My sanity fails me
To be by your side, walk in the light
Relinquish our pain
To be by your side
The warmth of the light
See your face again

Dean R. Chandler
Started 29th March 2018
Finished 2nd August 2020

Human Odyssey

God, You Know The Pain I Feel

From the bleak shores Norway comes the genesis of a new sound: Blackened Trance.

"Messiah / Reborn" is released from independent artist Digital Delusions. The track is a fusion of hypnotic trance energy with the philosophical darkness and atmospheric dread of Norwegian black metal heritage.

Juxtaposing a pristine, ethereal female vocal with lyrics that explore blasphemy, rebirth, and a new dark faith, this track is a journey into a world where sin is the death of a word and a dead god still breathes in thee.

Thank you for listening. This is an independent project. If you enjoy the track, please consider sharing.

Messiah // Reborn

Messiah // Reborn (extended version)

A short story written by Franz Kafka translated by Ian Johnston.
Narration recorded by Tom Beecher.
Music written and recorded by Struan Oswald.
Mixing and Mastering by Struan Oswald.
Please note: no copyright infringement is intended, nor does any party claim ownership of Franz Kafka's work, or the english translation. Please contact pepperdadandfriends@gmail.com with any concerns regarding rights, or distribution of this content.

Story 1 - Before The Law

Rise Beyond the Void

space stories - part 1 [original audio]

A wistful reflection on the unpredictable nature of life, where beauty and chaos coexist. The minimal rock arrangement and bedroom pop intimacy underscore the quiet resignation in a male voice accepting life’s lack of control.

The Way It Spins

“MATTERS” feat EyeConteh — a dark, layered beat we built from scratch, digging deep into what really matters. Old records, forgotten voices, basement reflections. We layered 4 or more samples and re-pitched samples to fit together into this sound collage...

Beat 740 - Matters feat EyeConteh

"Reality Hallucination" is a poetic, introspective journey into the nature of perception, consciousness, and how we construct the world we believe to be real. Inspired by neuroscience, spiritual insight, and philosophical metaphors, the song explores the idea that our lived reality is a mental projection, like a dream shaped by memories, senses, and inner narratives. With layered lyrics, rhythmic flow, and a cinematic chorus, this track invites the listener to question the boundaries between self and illusion, mind and world. It’s a dance between insight and imagination.

Reality Hallucination

"Park Bench" is a cinematic, late-night reverie blending smoky jazz and brooding trip-hop influence, unfolding like a phantom memory flickering under streetlamp glow. A spoken-word soliloquy—half confession, half revelation—wanders over muted piano chords, a creeping bassline, and crisp, skittering drums. The atmosphere is both melancholic and transcendent, as if the past and present are dissolving into each other.

[Verse 1]
The question isn’t who am I
But what lens I’m seeing through
You’re not your thoughts—you’re the watcher
Like a screen untouched by the movie’s hue

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Remember the man on the park bench?
Face drawn in sorrow’s shade
A stranger asked, “What’s the matter?”
He whispered, “My dog’s gone away”
“But your dog died ten years ago”
“Then why am I still here?
Chained to a ghost in the afterglow
While life just disappears?”

[Chorus]
It’s right here, it’s right now
But you’re stuck in the past
Still nailed to that park bench
Begging for time to last

[Chorus]
It’s right here, it’s right now
But you’re stuck in the past
Still nailed to that park bench
Begging for time to last

[Break]

[Verse 3]
You clutch the grief, the guilt, the ghosts
The loves that slipped like sand
But the real you—the one God made
Is the hand holding the hand

[Bridge]
So tell me: What are you?
The storm, or the sky it moves through?
The wound, or the light that heals?
The dreamer, or the dream?

[Chorus]
It’s right here, it’s right now
But you’re stuck in the past
Still nailed to that park bench
Begging for time to last

[Chorus]
It’s right here, it’s right now
But you’re stuck in the past
Still nailed to that park bench
Begging for time to last

[Outro]
The park bench is empty
The dog’s long gone
But you? You’re the sunrise
You’re the dawn

[End]


Park Bench

[Lyrics]

Do you believe in the power of statistics?  
I’ve found the perfect way to lead.  
Elections were never needed—  
All we did was choose the dark triads,  
And corruption was bound to breed.  


Politics—made for the wealthy.  
Speeches—fueling their greed.  
Propaganda—narcissists rising.  
Lies—to keep them in the lead.  
They are all corrupt, they are all diseased!  


So tell me now—what’s the way?  
Random fate!  
Chance alone can break the chain!  
Even science thrives on chaos!  
No more ballots, no charades!  
Let the dice decide who reigns!  


No more men in endless rows.  
No more elders, tall and cold.  
No more heirs of dynasties.  
No more Nazi-style executives!
This is how we break the mold!  


“What if fools and thieves arise?”  
Ancient wisdom still applies.  
Ostracon!  
Criminals and fools will fall.  
Random means no demagogues!  


One strike—under watchful eyes.  
Two strikes—labor, stripped of pride.  
Three strikes—gone, no place to hide.  
No more purges ruled by spite!  


Believe in chance, believe in fate.  
Can you judge who stands nearby?  
You won’t know until they rise.  
Yet the people hold the chains.  
This is how true justice reigns!  


So believe in the power of statistics!  
Crush the ones who’d never yield!  
Where is the evil that willingly gives up power?
They refuse to face the future.  
Clutching tight what they conceal.  
So believe in the power of statistics!  
Till the day we bite their throats!

Cynical Gnosis

Random Democracy: Or the Ultimate Form of Government

Dirty trashcan beats. Growing up in NYC in the Golden Era of Hip Hop, he is informed by the East Coast 90’s sound with touches of G-Funk and West Coast flavor, as he now resides in Oakland, CA. Currently working on a concept album with DJ Ammbush (Oakland Faders/Drums and Anmo) entitled “Drums and Ammo,” “Philthy,” as many know him, fuses obscure samples lifted from dusty vinyl dug from across the globe with retrofuturistic synths and garbage-can snares and rhinoceros charlie horse kick drums, laced with hi-hats drenched in kisses of the Gods of Rome. He has a steady output of beats and artistic works, including live beat performances. Dr. Gann has been working with TFS in Bay Area schools and community settings, and across the globe using Hip Hop beat making and culture as a mental health, educational, social justice and cross-cultural intervention. He has worked with more than 75,000 youth on six continents in the past six years through TFS and is currently developing the Therapeutic Beat Making (TBM) Model.

Important Notice for Inquiries:
If you’re reaching out regarding music collaborations, promotions, or record label opportunities, please include verifiable identity links. I do not respond to unsolicited messages from Gmail accounts, especially from those claiming to be record executives or industry professionals. Thank you for understanding. You can contact me directly at riven.waters.infinite.story@gmail.com.
About My Music:
I create original, genre-blending music that fuses rock, classical, easy listening, and experimental styles. Each song is crafted with deep emotional honesty, often inspired by my own poetry, journal reflections, or personal stories. Whether instrumental or vocal, my focus is to uplift, inspire, and resonate with listeners on a real, human level.
I don’t settle for “good enough.” Every track goes through hundreds of iterations, shaped by a balance of intuition and precision. I use advanced AI music tools to explore sound and emotional tone, then refine everything in Logic Pro for professional production quality. It's a fusion of heart and technology, and through it, I aim to connect, heal, and inspire—one song at a time.

Oitis Morgenroth is a muscal project 

The Tracks are results of a production-process. The most of the tracks I can play and sing in a guitar version. If you want - let us make something together. 

Mein Equipment: Taylor Westerngitarre, Specotr Bass, Fender - Telecaster, Masterkey Akai MPK mini + Cubase 14 - Bongos u. Klangschalen

Today is a gift, that is why we call it present.

Digital Delusions: Where Boundaries Dissolve and Genres Collide

Meet the creative force behind tracks pushing the limits of heavy music in the age of AI. A lifelong fan who revels in all corners of sound—whether it’s an introspective track brooding over humanity’s darker truths or a shamelessly catchy pop hook—this artist thrives on flipping expectations. Tomorrow might bring a gritty ode to classic thrash, or a wild K-pop reinterpretation of Slayer’s ‘Reign in Blood’; no style, no era, no theme is off-limits.

At the heart of these experiments, a metallic backbone often emerges—riffs that roar, grooves that crush, and vocals that seethe. But don’t get too comfortable: nothing is promised, nothing guaranteed. ‘Digital Delusions’ stands for creative chaos, for sonic upheaval, for the thrill of never knowing what’s next.

Dive headlong into the unexpected, embrace the artificial edge, and prepare to be thoroughly—beautifully—deluded. The future is now, and it’s as heavy as it is unpredictable.

Enjoy the ride—or forge your own.”

All songs are released into the public domain. 
Please feel free to download them.
No need to credit me, and you're even free to sell it if you like.
Hmm, but if you like it, I would love for you to help infected&spread my lyrics!
Link Free.  feel free to expose it anywhere you like.

I am a bacterium with mycolic acid on its surface.
I will damage your lungs.
And..... Smash commercialism.

A retired engineer and grandfather who became a poet and lyricist.

This is the work in progress for Dean R. Chandler's 'Time Machine' album which will be released in 2014.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. A former engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.



crying gemstones
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DJ.
Mature Spice Boy.
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