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What is Art? The Hammer and the Mirror // an alternate cinematic take
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lyrics written and narration provided
by fictionalive
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music written and provided
by That's Bizzare @that-bizzare

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artwork by Peter Uertz, Düsseldorf / Germany

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What is Art? The Hammer and the Mirror // an alternate cinematic take

an alternate, cinematic version of the original "What is Art? The Hammer, The Mirror." https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/what-is-art-the-mirror-the-hammer-buses-the-floor-mix-demo-first-take-raw

lyrics and narration by fictionalive
music re-written, arranged, produced, and mixed by That’s Bizzare (@that-bizzare) for his unique take—bold and atmospheric.
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A fresh collaboration between Italy and fictionalive: story and voice by fictionalive; new sonic landscape by That’s Bizzare.

This remix reimagines the classic, merging words and sound—new worlds unfolding within a visionary soundbed for art’s eternal question.

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
and That's Bizzare

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dropped
Saturday, August 23, 2025
time - 11:59 pm

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What is Art? The Hammer, The Mirror // an alternate cinematic take

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Talk to the rain in the dead of the night
City too heavy, no breath, no light
Memories grip, they cut, they choke
Step too slow, my heart half broke
Ghost in my skin, they laugh, they crawl
Mirror don’t show me no truth at all
Shadow stretch long, I feel that burn
Every damn corner, the pain return

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Morning I wake but the shade still near
Silence so loud that it split my ear
Cracks in the wall from the weight I keep
Whispers in dark put my soul to sleep
Voices erased but I hear that hum
Echoes of promises, never done
Light on my face but I fade away
Holdin’ this pain till my final day

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

If heaven so close why I bleed below?
Why love so heavy like chains that grow?
Carry this night till I break apart
World collapse, it devours my heart

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

The missing (Memphis rap reload)

Lyrics

If it was only down to a sense of timing,
I still believe I could see,
All the things the future might hold,
For the likes of you and me.

We've always been dreamers, romantics at heart,
You know I still love you, though we're lifetimes apart,
I miss you, I'd kiss you, I'd do anything,
To make my broken heart sing.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

But it's all for show, as I take every blow,
You know I refuse to break down.
I'll have a go, and let everyone know,
I ain't nobody's clown.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

The world keeps on spinning, the seasons still change,
But nothing quite feels right, it's all re-arranged.
I walk through the crowd with a smile on my face,
But deep in my chest, there's a hollowed-out space.

Still, I get up each morning and give it my best,
Put my faith in the rhythm and hope for the rest.
If love leaves a scar, then I wear it with pride,
You're the ghost in my song, and the fire inside.

Description
How Many Days is the brand new single from The DC Sound Project.
It's a dark, moody and emotionally charged track that questions time, resilience, and the struggle of carrying heavy thoughts day after day. With raw lyrics and an atmospheric indie rock sound, this song captures the feeling of searching for answers in a restless world.

HOW MANY DAYS

Always wanted to do something with this incredible track, as it was one of my Dad's favourite songs. Made exclusively on MPC X Special Edition.

The Temptations - Since I Lost My Baby (DKODA Remix)

J'ai mis à jour la nouvelle version du logiciel Moddart pour pianos ( mon préféré pour cet instrument) et j'ai été conquis par ses qualités sonores encore améliorées. Cela m'a donné l'idée de commencer une série de petites pièces pour piano et piano électrique, regroupés dans un recueil qui se nommerait Feuillets d'automne.
 Voici donc Feuillets d'automne 1 : la lumière noire de Soulages ( en hommage à ce peintre quia su faire du noir, non seulement une couleur, mais comme  la lumière et la matière qui, non seulement ne les absorbent pas, mais les font vibrer de l'intérieur)

La lumière Noir Soulages

Pinche Vaca es un corrido tumbado sierreño moderno con alma vieja y corazón rasposo.
Una guitarra que marca el ritmo a puro chasqueo, un bajo que camina con orgullo, y una voz real — norteña, dolida, pero firme.

El narrador no llora, se ríe del pasado: una historia de desamor, ironía y libertad.
Grabado con la emoción cruda de una cantina y el pulso moderno de los corridos tumbados 2025, Pinche Vaca mezcla la energía de Ojitos Mentirosos con el lenguaje del México actual.

🎶 Estilo: Corrido Tumbado / Sierreño Moderno
🗣️ Idioma: Español (México)
📍 Origen: Norte de México — 2025

#CorridoTumbado #SierreñoModerno #OjitosMentirososVibe #PincheVaca #RegionalMexicano #MusicaDelNorte

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Pinche Vaca is a modern Mexican corrido tumbado — raspy guitars, dry strums, real emotion.
It’s the story of a man who laughs through heartbreak, told with the energy and rhythm of Ojitos Mentirosos and the swagger of northern Mexico in 2025.

🎶 Style: Corrido Tumbado / Sierreño
🗣️ Language: Spanish (Mexican)
📍 Origin: Northern Mexico — 2025

#CorridoTumbado #MexicanMusic #PincheVaca #OjitosMentirososStyle #Sierreño


Pinche Vaca

HEATHEN Ft. RXW-GAUD

Sky Sanctuary

Almost night

The Sound Of The Wicked

Jamais en bara

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.

The missing (Memphis rap reload)

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