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Save Our Souls

Daniele Turani: Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drums Programming.

Photo by: Reet Talreja https://unsplash.com/@_reettalreja_

A Blessing In Disguise

All You Wanted Was A Souvenir

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“Cave Pop Ruckus”

A new age has risen
Myopic vision
Cavernous
Upon the cinder walls
Strange shadows crawl
Cadaverous
Light from a phantom hand
	Who bears the phantom hand?

Man and woman chained
Wide-eyed trained
Imaginous
Words come to mouth
Ideas to sprout
Garrulous
Words to a phantom pair
	Who put the words there?

Words are the tiny seeds that grow what your eyes see
Sight is the periscope that reveals what your mind probes
Mind is the machine that catalogues all meaning
The world is the extent of what you find as content

Marionettes and hand puppets
Dance to the latest pop ruckus

Narrative, so formatively normative
Is sung into our heads

I pull, you pull, pull away
From the chains that hold us prey

Crawling towards a light
That might lead us up, out, outside
(higher higher higher higher)

Outside the cave
Sunlight blaze
Wondrous
Things stand obscure
No longer sure
Ambiguous
Where is the truth here?
	Who tells the truth here?

He says this and she says that
It’s a competition of personality as well as of the facts
B-b-but

But first it’s a question of your epistemology
What’s certain to you may not be so to me
B-b-but

But then again we’re in the political domain
So matters philosophical have all gone down the drain
B-b-but

But first we must agree upon our terms
Without a common meaning
We’re just talking taking turns ... taking turns

Kion vi celas per tio

What do you mean by that?

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Cave Pop Ruckus

This tune was released by Roy Orbison in 1964. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #384 by Roy Orbison

I Older Us, I Slued, Or So I Ruled:: Sidle Our Idol Ruse:: Soul Ride

Hoochie coochie man — Feat.Gernot Baur

If Denial was about confronting mortality, Anger is about the rage that comes when mortality hits too close to home. It’s the violent release, the explosion when life rips control from your hands. Through distorted basslines and crushing drops, Anger embodies the sound of grief when it no longer stays silent.

Anger

RUNNIN (SLOWED)

Welcome to No Dust Kept.
It's what's left when the world stops.

Born from the wreckage of ritual and machine, NDK is an apocalyptic fusion of industrial EDM and nu-metal — tribal drums pounding through scorched earth, distorted guitars grinding like broken engines, voices echoing through dust storms and static. Every track is a transmission. Every lyric, a record of the ones who kept walking.

“The Water Line” is where the world first stirs.

After the fires, after the burial, after faith ran dry — the survivors find water again. But it’s poisoned, slick with oil and reflection. They drink anyway. Because out here, thirst kills faster than sin.

This song is the sound of survival with no illusion left.

"Find the Waterline or Die."

NDK is ritual music for the broken future.
March slow.
Breathe ash.
Drink what's left.
And whatever you do—
Keep moving.

#NoDustKept #TheWaterLine #IndustrialEDM #ApocalypticMetal #RitualMusic #EDMMetalHybrid #WarDawgRecords #GrindUglyWinPretty

NDK - The Waterline

Composed & produced by: Chivicke Home Studio/2018

The First Sunrise

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️