Last day on earth

Tempus

I didn’t plan this one.
I created a sound — and suddenly the chords were just there,
as if they had been waiting for me to find them.

I played them once, together with the melody,
and while doing it, the arp was born — on its own.
Everything that followed felt guided,
like time itself was shaping the song through my hands.

Because time isn’t something we measure — it’s something we live.
Every tone, every pause, every breath carries a memory.
We are the sum of all our moments, and yet, somehow, more than that.

Tempus flows between stillness and movement —
between the ticking we can’t hear and the emotions we can’t name.
Swampy’s voice and my sounds merge into something that feels eternal —
not looking back or forward, but inward.

This is not a song about time.
It’s what time feels like — when you stop to reflect and listen. ⏳✨

Tempus

Hand Activated Percussion Instruments

-La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus No3-
Brutalist techno meets cinematic glitch, madness and swagger.
This shit got out of hand.
A dark cinematic techno cut from another dimension —
brutal, stylish, and a little too smooth for its own good.
Glitchwave swagger meets analog decay.
Written, Produced and performed by ZEMANDAN

Lyrics:

His shoes know secrets from foreign floors
Hotel lobbys don’t trust him no more
Passport full of ghosts, stamps like scars
Check-in with a grin, check-out with the stars
Some bellhop said “Yo bro grab your bags”
Next day found strangled - shot three times to the back
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three chalked the scene – heart attack

Needle hums like a chainsaw lullaby
Skin drinks the story, waves a crooked bye
Ink worth more than the skin it rides
Signs with a smirk, mark hides
Front-row sinner with a seaside view
Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood
Breaks the law just for being this smooth
Bar tabs holy, receipts in flames
Neon mercy on a friday crime
Half saint, half payday loan
Counts scars like miles, drinks champagne
Talks in riddles and plays his game
Bent moonlight into knife and sold it twice
Poor bastard fell on the blade 49 times

Pours codeine in a dirty jacuzzi – calls it punch
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three never loses, just redeems
Makes money from others’ dying dreams
Soul on hire, sins on lease

Jailhouse manners and a limousine mood!
Breaks 5 laws for just being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums – I will get you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Sunburnt alibi and a tropical bruise
Smells like money and others bad news
Kicked out twice, showed up again
Taxi confession sings your rearview fate
Red lights season, just another trait
Prison perfume and a court house smoke
Talks in codes that rich men broke
Watch ticks backwards, prays in lowercase
Laws bend, gravity doesn’t dare

Needle hums like a chainsaw cry
Skin drinks the story, waves at the crooked sky
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three smirks, stacking sins on high
Every scar, every laugh, every twisted tie
Mirrors crack, bending all the lies

Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood!
Breaks 4 laws just for being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious de la McJesus number three hums – Will for sure accuse you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Found strangled, shot 3 times to the back
They chalked the scene then marked it as a heart attack
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums through halls
Tiptoes past system, breaks all laws

La’Quantavius No. 3

“Smokey Hornz” by Luke

I figure I’d experiment using my old piano & my old trumpet my old skins and a touch of synth’s ..
it’s definitely a unique  piece

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & trumpet & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Smokey Hornz” by Luke

“Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.” – Victor Hugo

The older I get, the earlier I seem to wake up every morning, which means I see the sun rise every day. It never gets old. I love the beauty of the sun gently rising, as it slowly erases the dark night sky and paints the blue sky with accents of orange and pink. The birds wake up singing, and nature comes to life again after a night of rest. Every dawn is beautiful, bringing not only the gift of a new day but also hope and wonder at the miracle of it all. While the dark night has a beauty of its own that we sometimes struggle to see, it is the dawn that truly reminds us what a gift it is to be alive.

Waiting For The Dawn

'Shouting Quietly' Is similar to when one is disgruntled about something or someone and mutters under one's breath, this is 'Shouting Quietly'.  

My Drouthy Cronie

Shouting Quietly

Subtle Changes (2025)

Thank you for listen to Stina . so I love makin this melodic stuff tryin to variate my skill and hope you like
instrumentals/vocals/lyrics/production/music/compose/mix/master/final producer :Stina Crow
LYRICS
I hear the whispers from the darkness inside 
Im running in the forrest  so fantasy and wild
I hear whispers in the silence and in my mind
I see the skies in the forrest , the fantasy of wild

Ahhhh the fantasy of hte wild ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fantasy of the wild 
ahhhhhh

And Im running through the forrest in the darkness , its so wild
I see the star and its a fantasy I need to go inside
and I heard the whispers that I tried to ignore , but its a fantasy
you know, and you need to be sure

Ahhhh the fantasy of hte wild ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fantasy of the wild 
ahhhhhh

Ahhhh the fantasy of hte wild ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fantasy of the wild 
ahhhhhh

Fantasy of Wild

northern lights

R.I.P.

Welcome! I play many guitars, but my favorite is a blond 1973 Telecaster.

I have had the privilege to collaborate with some fine musicians here on soundcloud; I sincerely thank them all. 


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R.I.P.

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