<{YOU WILL LISTEN AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND IT}>

You ever watch a man fold? 
Not break...fold...like paper...
One edge creased neatly over the other, a soul flattened into something small…something obedient...
You see it everywhere now...
People bending their backs, selling off what little integrity they had left for a paycheck, a pat on the head, and a seat at the table that doesn't even feed them...
They talk a lot about values, about doing what's right...
But when the light fades and the silence creeps in, they’ll kneel for comfort...
They’ll choke on lies just to taste convenience...
There’s no fight left in them... 
Just smiles and nods and hollow eyes that don't even see anymore...
They’ve traded their guts for rules...their hearts for approval...
And every time I look at them, I wonder...was I ever like that? 
Was there a moment I swallowed something rotten just to keep going? Just to belong?
You're goddamn right...
It’s not survival...don’t let them lie to you like that...It's surrender...
They don't even know who they are anymore...
Just reflections of what someone richer, louder, crueler told them to be...
Slaves, every last one of them...
Slaves in tailored suits, walking around in their Sunday's best, in quiet homes, with dead gods hanging on their walls...
And the worst part?
They smile right through it...like it doesn’t hurt...like they don’t miss who they were before they fell...
Anyways....um...what floor were you going to?
...
Floor 33...man...what the fuck?
...

INOCULATION THEORY//CASTAWAY

Mix by @minjoonofficial
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Written by @snap_writer
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A Void Without Space

The resonance of a vibration 
that moves on, wordlessly
The sound of a body passing through another

Neither turning toward light
nor waiting for an answer

Only, passing through

When a nameless tremor
lasts for too long
it becomes a blade

At the crossroads of rising and falling
I severed the day that was mine

Time to cut away
what shadow remained

In the gap of the severed edge
the moment fell asleep

A faint tremble,
the sound left by the resonance of vibration

In its lingering echo,
the void bit again
into the day already cut

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공간이 없는 공허

묵묵히 나아가는 진동의 공명
몸이 몸을 지나가는 소리

빛을 향하지도
답을 기다리지도

그저, 통과하는 것

이름 없는 떨림이
지나치게 오래 지속되면 
칼이 된다

상승과 낙하의 길에서
스스로의 오늘을 베었다

남아 있었던 그림자를
자르는 시간

절단면의 틈에서
순간은 잠들었다

미세한 떨림,
진동의 공명이 남긴 소리

지속되는 울림에
공허는 베어진 오늘을 
다시, 베어 물었다

BAEK-KYOUNG EP.21 |  A Void Without Space - Minjoon

É hora de tomar café

Так «Реве та стогне...» ти ще не чув. Містична сила слова — тепер у звучанні, що чіпляє.

BRAMA - Причинна (Тарас Шевченко)

Comment Je Veux Aimer

Poem by Emily Dickinson 
Read by Gill Mills

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Lyrics:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.


Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)

Hope is the thing with feathers (Emily Dickinson)

beat: 😃😴☀
letra: 💀😔☠

LETRA:
você lembra daquele dia que a gente brigou pelo whatsapp? então, eu quero deixar claro que eu tava cheirada de coca.

viver em meio a guerra me tornou violenta, muito tempo eu passei tentando me encaixar, muito tempo eu passei vendo como me matar
não gostam de mim e eu não gosto de você, acho que vocês nunca iriam me compreender 
meu pai me ensinou que o inimigo a gente mata, não acaricia, e pelas costas da a facada
às vezes o choro dessas crianças me fazem sentir viva, às vezes a alegria alheia me deixa com nojo 
nunca sei quando tô certa ou errada, acho que já me perdi tem um tempo, mas agora eu vou acabar com meu pulmão, enfim 

cada dia que passa eu penso que vai melhorar, mas cada futuro alcançado, é algo a mais pra chorar 

MWAH!

a música já acabou, porra, fecha essa merda logo
se você não vai fechar eu vou ter que explodir essa merda enta- PAW! 💥💥

cheirada de coca.wav

be more like animal, track 9: Another thing I love in music is spoken word over simple instrumentation - it's an immediate vibe generator for me.  Hallowed Pt. 1 is a spoken word song about waking up to the ways we abuse the planet and our fellow animals.

Hallowed Pt. 1

Link to the beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-xihULZIdk

The Process demo (Prod: eeryskies)

A cinematic dark rap ballad, Aftermath dives deep into the raw and haunting aftermath of personal and collective scars. With a powerfully  lyrics, this piece combines poetic storytelling and emotional intensity. The track layers authentic male and female voices, cinematic ambiance, glitch textures, and neoclassical instruments to create an immersive experience of resurrection, memory, and defiance.

✦ Language: English
✦ Style: Dark Rap · Cinematic Spoken Word · Poetic Documentary

🎼 Genre: Dark Rap / Cinematic Spoken Word

“Rise from the ashes — this is not nostalgia. This is resurrection.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

This is - Aftermath

Sonnet 33 (Ft. The Shakespeare band) Live In Toronto

🎧 Título: Pecado que aún canta

Una balada poética oscura y cinematográfica, *Pecado que aún canta* se adentra en el eco de lo que ya no respira, pero no ha muerto. Capas de glitch, cello ritual y voces humanas reales construyen un lamento que susurra desde las grietas del mármol. Una canción sobre el recuerdo, el hueso, y la oración que nadie escucha... pero aún vibra.

✦ Idioma: Español  
✦ Estilo: Lo-fi ritual · Rap poético · Balada ambient

🎼 Género: Dark Rap / Balada Ritual

“He cavado en mi pecho la tumba que faltaba.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤  
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑  
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Pecado Que Aún Canta

🎧 Название: Грех, что всё ещё поёт

Кинематографичная поэтическая дарк-баллада, *Грех, что всё ещё поёт* — это ритуальное погружение в потерю, эхо и шёпот костей. Слоистые вокалы, виолончель и глитч создают атмосферу молитвы, которой никто не отвечает. Песня для тех, кто всё ещё слышит голос из-под камня.

✦ Язык: Русский  
✦ Стиль: Ритуальный Lo-fi · Поэтический рэп · Эмбиент-баллада

🎼 Жанр: Тёмный рэп / Поэтический эмбиент

“Я вырезал в груди ту могилу, которой не было.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤  
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑  
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Грех Что Всё Ещё Поёт

🎧 Название: Грех, Что Всё Ещё Поёт — REMIX

Кинематографичный ремикс поэтической дарк-баллады. *Грех, что всё ещё поёт — REMIX* усиливает исходный трек мрачным эхом, глитчем, гравитацией боли. Виолончель пульсирует сквозь туман, оглушая тишину. Это мёртвая молитва, переродившаяся в музыку — для тех, кто слышит даже в пепле.

✦ Язык: Русский  
✦ Стиль: Глитч Рэп · Тёмная Баллада · Эмбиент Споукен-Ворд

🎼 Жанр: Тёмный рэп / Глитч-баллада

“Я вырезал в груди ту могилу, которой не было.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤  
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑  
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Грех Что Всё Ещё Поёт (REMIX)

This is dedicated to all the suicide survivors. You can also get help if needed https://988.ca or by dialing 9-8-8 (Canada)

To Live Or Not To Live

🎧 Nombre: Pecado Que Aún Canta — REMIX

Remix balada poética oscura. Pecado Que Aún Canta — REMIX intensifica el eco original con glitch, pulsos techno y una gravedad de ausencia. El cello eléctrico atraviesa el silencio, y el beat resucita lo que la tumba no calló. Una plegaria muerta… convertida en fuego sonoro para quienes oyen lo que el mundo niega.

✦ Idioma: Español
✦ Estilo: Glitch Rap · Balada Oscura · Spoken Word Electrónico

🎼 Género: Dark Rap / Glitch-Balada

“Cavé en mi pecho el sepulcro que faltaba.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Pecado Que Aún Canta (Remix)

IG: shootshitlikecobain
Email: shootshitlikecobain@protonmail.com
Free features hmu

A psychotic episode or disorder will result in the presence of one or more of the following five categories: delusions, hallucinations, disorganized thought, disorganized behavior, negative symptoms.

Psychotic surge explores the realm of the anti-musical. The grey area between music, with rhythm and structure, and the chaotic, repetitive yet unpredictable composition of the psychotic surge event.

깊은 바다 속 하얀 고래가 삼킨 검은 섬의 소리
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The soundscape of the black island swallowed by the white whale in the deep sea
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深い海の中白い鯨が呑み込んだ島の音

Everything is free to download on : https://blacklsdmedusa.bandcamp.com/
I make this for fun, it will always be free! 

Black LSD Medusa is 

On the Surreal Plane : 
Queen of Splorch : Vocals & percussions 
Yer Basple : Bass & Vocals 
Oloaf Donutson : Guitar & Vocals
Ayamu Hunuguri : Drums & Percussions 
Koyr Ensemble : Choirs
The Rroktches : Wind Instruments 
Uhn Hindj : Keyboards & Machines. 

In real-life : 
K.M.L.N : Lyrics and music. 

They're all a fixture of your imagination. Everything's gonna be alright...

Formed in the Surreal Plane in 1972 (2025 in real time), Black LSD Medusa is a band that started the "Surreal Musick" craze on this weird dimension. Lizard-goats were dancing, Treems were trimming trees, and everybody had a fantasterrifying time. 
Queen of Splorch said "splorch" as is her habit. 

What a thrill.

beats & poetry for the heart, guided by the essence of rose & water.

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@ofroseandwater
substack: https://haileyhollvaldez.substack.com/

Me, Myself & I.
Living my gaming chronicle —
existential buoyancy pierced by delirium
inside a virtual asylum.

Poet. Soul on fire. Shadowwalker between three worlds.

I don’t write songs —
I write sound the way others write scripture.
Each track is a confession:
wrapped in piano,
burned by cello,
cut by rap.

I sing for the broken.
For the dreamers.
For the ones who stare into the night… and still believe.

My voice weaves through languages —
Spanish, English, Russian —
and across genres like a scar:
existential hip hop · rap · dark folk · neoclassical ballad · sacred spoken word · trap noir…

Dark beats. Cold truths. Sacred verses.
I take rap and lace it with cello screams and piano tears.
No lies. No filters.
Just blood and rhythm.

My tracks are diaries.
Rituals.
Decay in motion.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑

© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

#lofi #gothic #rap #ambient #poetry #dark #storytelling #piano #indie #trap #neoclassical #ballad #poem #darkpoem #hiphop #experimentalhiphop #neoclassicalrap #darkrap #alternativehiphop #trapnoir #gothictrap #postrap #cellopoet #threeworldsonevoice #lostpoetsclub #existentialhiphop #celestialsorrow #armony #narracion #d4rkyfirefly

J'erre, tu erres, il erre... dans les limbes de la musicalité...

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Il y a même la "virgule flottante" :)
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virtual musicians under my command
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