Very crazy stuff - love the freeminded in it!

Fate Road  is the path that God has destined for us to walk and overcome all obstacles to reaching the righteousness of faith
Believing that we are AMEN

https://youtu.be/wuVlIvw2wdg

This Tone is the same as another great composer (Ghosty) but i changed it to Hope

Fate Road

Fate Road - Video In Link

Letter-to-Carla-

Do You Need Me Tonight (2025)

Cyberphoria

Streaming/Downloads: https://push.fm/fl/0oxdwh7f

In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

Produced and Written by Sarah Paradise-Brown

I wrote Mary Ann 13 years ago and since then I never felt the song was done...it's been bugging me for YEARS!!  After a lot of blood, sweat and tears, this is my dance version of one of the first songs I wrote.

I know that a life
Is there for living
How we abuse
The time we're given

I'm not that girl
I remember very well
There were things that I'd never do

Oh my name is Mary Ann
From the other side of town
My name is Mary, Mary Ann
It's one week and a day
Since I took those thoughts away
And found Mary Ann

I won't pretend
Of that I am certain
I am not someone
Who craves attention

The scars that I hide
Constantly remind me
Of the things I thought I'd never do

Oh my name is Mary Ann
From the other side of town
My name is Mary, Mary Ann
It's one week and a day
Since I took those thoughts away
And found Mary Ann

You have helped me overcome
To forgive the things I have done
Now I forget who I'd become
I found Mary Ann
Yeah
Yeah

I found Mary Ann 
I found Mary Ann
I found Mary Ann

Mary Ann (Remix Version)

🎥Video here: https://youtu.be/7kveJYWMzqk🤘
About a month ago, a couple of us went to a Duran Duran concert… and Wild Boys hit us hard. That raw energy, the wild vibe, it stayed with us. So we decided to create something in that same spirit: dirty, loud, aggressive… but 100% our own.
Street Dogs is about instinct, survival, and sticking together. We’re the ones with no masters, no leashes, just fangs, claws, and fire in our blood. In this concrete jungle, we fight dirty, we howl at the moon, and we never back down.
Hope you enjoy the track and the video we had a blast putting together! 
Love you all!🫶
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on July 17, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

We move through these alleys
And we got these instincts
Smell blood when it runs
This city still stinks
We chase down these leads
We still got them in heat
Our bodies so sore
But we love it this way

We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs

We're dogs without owners
We ain't got no masters
We come from the ruins
Of war-torn disasters
It's still in our blood
You can still see the bones
In this jungle of concrete
That we still call home

We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs

We don't fight fair
But we still fight together
We howl at the moon
While we're praying for better
We're hungry for meat
But we still love the chase
We're a pack full of bastards
But you can't take our place

We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs
We got these fangs and these teeth and these claws
We are street dogs
We are street dogs

Street Dogs

Official Music Video

This song came from a place of emotional conflict, where love and ambition kind of collide. I was in this space where everything around me felt blurry... all these people, all this noise, all this movement, but then there's that one person who still has this quiet hold on you. And yet, even in that connection, we keep spinning in circles, never really landing anywhere.

I wanted to capture what it feels like to choose your passion, your stage, your voice, your art, over a relationship that’s lost its clarity. That line, ‘I’d rather work a microphone than work on us,’ is really personal. Because when I’m on that stage, or in the studio, I feel seen. I feel loved in a way I don’t always get in real life. There’s a kind of euphoria in being heard by strangers that sometimes feels more real than intimacy with someone who’s grown distant.

The second verse dives deeper, waking up to noise, to expectations, to people calling your name, but the one name you want to hold onto is already slipping. And you’re left asking yourself: why are we still running if we’ve both already let go?

It's bittersweet, it’s raw, and it’s real. This isn’t a breakup song in the traditional sense, it’s more like... a confession. Of choosing yourself, even if it hurts.

Tasha- Microphone [ Demo]

terrified ( prod. 15drtt )

Just a Memory

sundown (instrumental)

Love electronic music from techno thru dnb and dubstep to trance
Now using @AbletonLive 

The musical ramblings of a chaotic mind.  
 
Independent UK Musician , write, produce, master all tracks.
Been writing for over 2 decades, the first 15 or so using Reason, after a few years away I am back now learning Ableton.
Many thanks for listening.
Member of:https://soundcloud.com/traumaparticle

Cyberphoria

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