AURORA - A Dangerous Thing (slow)

Born from thunder and hunger, this track is a war chant from within.
Layered with horns, flutes, and raw blues guitar, her rhythm walks through fire with unshaken hands.
A storm wrapped in ritual — fierce and ancestral.

She doesn't rise. She remembers.

Four songs carved in stone, whispered in flames, and dreamt by the mountains.
A ritual journey of a woman who walks alone — not as a stranger, but as a force.

Tribal blues, Psychedelic folk, and ritual drums braid together the voice of fire, bone, ash, and stone.
These are not just songs — they are spells.

Fire Beneath Her Bones is Leya’s invocation — fierce, feminine, unforgettable.

Fire Beneath Her Bones

Bone and Thunder

The Fire We Feed

🇪🇸 Letra:
“Empieza el día… otra vez.”
“El reloj dicta… y yo me arrodillo.”

Despierto antes del sol, repito mi oración,
mi agenda es mi rosario, mi culpa, la ambición.
“Soy dueña de mi tiempo,” murmuro con fervor,
mientras rezo al templo que nunca me salvó.
Mido mi valor en logros, en cifras, en dolor,
y el querer se vuelve dogma, y el cansancio, devoción.

Todo sigue, nada para, cada meta pide fe,
donde el alma se disuelve… en lo que debo hacer.

Me consumo en mi propio altar,
soy ofrenda y sacrificio.
Cada día me reconstruyo,
pero olvido mi principio.
La libertad se volvió dogma,
mi éxito, penitencia.
Mientras más me elevo…
más me hundo en mi conciencia.

Las campanas nunca duermen, tampoco yo,
respondo a sus mandatos, creyendo en su perdón.
Mi cuerpo es una vela ardiendo sin altar,
mi mente un coro triste que no sabe callar.
Prometí reposo al morir, pero aún no descansé,
mi fe se volvió trabajo… y mi trabajo, mi fe.

“¡Sí, puedo! ¡Sí, debo!”… repito al confesar,
que soy libre del demonio… pero esclava al rezar.

Me consumo en mi propio altar,
soy ofrenda y sacrificio.
Cada día me reconstruyo,
pero olvido mi principio.
La libertad se volvió dogma,
mi éxito, penitencia.
Mientras más me elevo…
más me hundo en mi conciencia.

Ya no sé dónde termina el deber…
y dónde empieza el vivir.
Ya no sé si descansar es morir…
o si el alma aún puede huir.
Medí cada instante, conté cada respiro,
y al final de este rezo… solo queda el vacío.

Lo llamé progreso…
pero fue extinción.
No me condenó un dios…
me condené a mi oración.
Soy el santo y el martirio…
y ya no queda redención.

Me consumí en mi propio altar,
ya no soy ni creyente.
Ya no me reconozco,
ya no sé si fui valiente.
La libertad era dogma,
mi éxito, penitencia.
Y al final del camino…
solo queda el gris… de mi conciencia.

“Hmm… hmm…”
“Hmm… hmm…”

🇬🇧 Meaning / Essence:
“La Canción de Han” is the hymn of the burnout age —
a prayer whispered by those who confuse freedom with performance.

It borrows its title and soul from philosopher Byung-Chul Han,
whose work The Burnout Society exposes the paradox of modern autonomy:
we no longer need masters,
because we’ve learned to whip ourselves.

The song is written as a ritual — the liturgy of self-optimization.
The verses sound like morning prayers to the god of productivity;
the choruses, confessions of exhaustion.

There’s no judgment here, only lucidity:
a recognition that the fire we worship
is the same one that consumes us.

The final hum (“Hmm… hmm…”)
isn’t peace — it’s the silence after collapse.

La cancion de Han

Ritrovarmi tra le Ombre

Liza Minnelli - Mein Herr - Cabaret

Talking Heads: 77

Talking Heads - Psycho Killer

A cover of the 1966 song by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, "Little Red Riding Hood."

Decided to record this on a whim a few weeks back for Halloween. :)

Little Red Riding Hood (cover of the song by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs)

Track art and lyrics by seedysunflower.tumblr.com
Vocals by motivatioff.tumblr.com
DOWNLOAD AT MIZUBOO http://www.muziboo.com/mp3/hey-there-castiel-answer-me/

Hey there Castiel
Well I’m sure you’ve heard me calling
You’re a thousand miles away but still
Somehow I know you’re listening
You must be
What’s free will’s point if I’m not free?
‘Cause you’ve trapped me

Hey there Castiel
Why’d you bother pulling me out?
‘Cause without you I’m right back in hell
And frankly I’d take burning
Over this
All of my prayers you’ll just dismiss
But it’s you I miss

Oh why won’t you answer me x4
Please just answer me
 
Hey there Castiel
You know all things fall apart
It’s unavoidable,
It happens, cities rise and fall like art
But still you hoped
For years we’ve hung on to this rope
We hung ‘till choked
 
Hey there Castiel
I’ve still got so much left to say
If every little prayer I sent to you
Could erase this all away
I’d send them all
Then you wouldn’t ever have to fall
You’d still have it all

Oh why can’t you answer me x4

Cas it’s now been much too long
For me, this once just play along
I need to know if you’re going to be okay
Our friends are trying to be strong
On their faces though, it’s as clear as dawn
That none of them had wanted it this way
Cas, now things are getting’ rough
Yesterday’s hope won’t be enough
Come morning, I will never be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there Castiel
Well I’m sure you’ve heard me calling
You’re a thousand miles away and now
I know that you’re not listening
Now I see
Once I deigned to call you family
Still I need you like you needed me
Hey there Castiel, can’t you see
You set me free

Oh why won’t you answer me x4
Please just answer me

Hey There Castiel (Answer Me)

Satin Puppets - Quagmire [prod Nxghtshade]

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".