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rip chris cornell
Released May 4, 1994
from the album Superunknown

Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun

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mary on a cross

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Arctic Monkeys - When the Sun Goes Down (Gray Bootleg) ⫷Free Download⫸

Tears For Fears -  Everybody Wants To Rule The World

There is a light that never goes out

A spark unfolds in the quiet night  
Silent currents, hidden light  
Echoes rising through the dark  
A gamma wave, a shining mark  

It’s the end, it’s the start  
Shockwave shaking fragile hearts  
 
Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Cracking open all the universe  
Let it flow, let it stay  
Ride the rhythm night and day  
Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Echo loud across the earth  

Colors bend in violet streams  
Atoms falling into dreams  
Radiate, illuminate the skies  
Cosmic roar, no compromise  
 
It’s the end, it’s the start  
Shockwave shaking fragile hearts  

Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Cracking open all the universe  
Let it flow, let it stay  
Ride the rhythm night and day  
Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Echo loud across the earth  

Shadows scatter, stars collide  
Time is folding, open wide  
Every signal, every sound  
Gamma rising all around  
  
Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Cracking open all the universe  
Let it flow, let it stay  
Ride the rhythm night and day  
Burst, burst — gamma burst  
Echo loud across the earth  

Silent night, the spark remains  
Through the pulse, nothing’s the same  

Gamma Pulse (Indie Pop reload)

The wind is speaking…
Can you hear?

Silent traveler, unseen guide
Carving rivers through the sky
Carries secrets, carries song
Endless journey, moving on

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand

Breath of ages, voice of time
Fading borders, crossing lines
In the stillness, it remains
Whispers flowing through the veins

I am nowhere…
I am everywhere…
Flowing through your memory…
Dancing with the air…

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand
Wind across the silence
Wind that never stays
Leading us forever
Through the endless haze

The wind is speaking…
The wind is breathing…
The wind is always here.

Wind (Psybient reload)

Turbo Hearts

Lyrics: 
A simple moon ray
Lit up my room
A fragile whisper
Dissolved the gloom
The steady thumping of my heart
Made me wonder why you never came back

Why do you make it seem so easy
To break the oaths, to shatter the glass
I can’t accept the anatomy of absence
I still sense your skin almost all the time

I stare at the abyss of the night sky
I see us in a vision, the remnants of your touch

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed
And I lay here… love deployed.

Come on, don’t leave me with my cryptic parables
It can’t be so easy to live your life as if I was never yours
I’m here, trying to poetize this burning feeling
To romanticize what’s fleeting
To make some sense of why you’d go

One moment you believed it, the next you were leaving
You left me feeling small, so pathetic
All I have is to cling to some dignity
By telling this story like it’s prophetic…

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed…

All I want to say is I hate that you’re gone
And I loathe that you forgot
And I hope that you regret it,
That your heart can’t forget it,
When my shadow appears, may you endlessly dread it

Lyrics, production, covert art: Adriana Lazcano

all I want to say..

Streets stay cold  
Steel I hold  
Eyes on me  
Trust runs low  
Cash runs fast  
Pain don’t go  

Block too hard, no peace inside  
Move in the dark, nowhere to hide  
Streets on fire, no love to find  
Block too hard, no peace inside  
 
Masks on face  
Blood in rain  
Talk is cheap  
Loss is gain  
Life is war  
Still I remain  

Cold brick walls, shadows collide  
Step in the night, nowhere to hide  
Trust is gone, heart turns blind  
Cold brick walls, shadows collide  

Pressure rising, silence loud  
Cages breaking, no way out  
Drums of war in every block  
Hear the code, the street won’t stop  

Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Dark roads burn, I still survive  
Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Street runs deep, I’m still alive  

Block too hard, no peace inside

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

Dark Beach (Cavii Cover)

Sonic Salve is a sonic journey of healing, remembrance, and reawakening. This album blends ambient house, organic textures, spoken word, and conscious club grooves to create a listening experience that gently uplifts and grounds. From the meditative spaciousness of The Meditation Song to the pulsing energy of Dance of the Kundalini, each track is designed to soothe the nervous system while activating the soul’s deeper resonance.

Created by Genesis Light Operation (feat. ESPĒ), Sonic Salve is more than music — it's vibrational medicine. These songs emerged during a time of deep transition, offering gentle affirmations and powerful reminders of our internal wisdom. Listeners are invited to move, breathe, and feel — to remember that the body knows the way, the magic is inside, and we are still here.

Ideal for grounding rituals, night walks, silent dance sessions, or simply resting into your breath, Sonic Salve bridges the seen and unseen with heart-led frequency work.

Sonic Salve

You're Not Crazy

You’re Not Crazy

Yeah… pressure in the air again
Breathe in slow, count to ten

Alarm rings, same old war
Emails stack like unpaid chores
Boss textin’, “Need it now”
No “please”, no “how”
Bills climb like ivy vines
Sleep runs out of time
Mamas pray, fathers fade
Kids learn hustle before grade
Everybody tryna fake a grin
But the storm keeps movin’ in

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Traffic jam, bills unpaid
Dreams get parked, hope delayed
Clock out, still clocked in
Even rest feel like sin
News feed full of hate and shine
We scroll like it kills the time
Love cheap, rent high
Fake smiles just multiply
Faith thin, but still we rise
Fire hidin’ behind the eyes

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Can’t cage what’s meant to heal
Pain turns steel
Every bruise becomes a drum
I’m loud till freedom come
Don't make me roar, no more

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, let the city hear
Every scar, every fear
Roar, still standin’ here
Can’t kill what’s sincere

Don’t make me roar (Trap Soul reload)

A burst of sunlight after a long winter of doubt. “Love Again” is a joyful confession dressed in jangly guitars, claps, and real laughter — the sound of rediscovering belief in something simple and good. Built on tactile details — a photobooth strip, sugar moons, a till bell that sings — it’s a song about the quiet, accidental magic of connection.

Love Again

Franz Ferdinand

Take Me Out

Arctic Monkeys - When The Sun Goes Down (guitar Cover) DAMR_95

we fell in love in october

Dark Red

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Gamma Pulse (Indie Pop reload)

Terminalose