Name: Darkness by mAncient in Angelic - Part 1
Duration: 4 min 12 s
Description: The lack of light is called darkness. Yet, without darkness - how can we imagine light?

Angelic - Part 1

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Modular Roaming 01.

Lost Names

The lack of light is called darkness. Yet, without darkness - how can we imagine light?

Darkness

After working one long, long day, listening to the story of a young man I call E, I had to write his story off of me. The result: this track.

Today, E is an upstanding man. I look forward to - one day -  meeting him over a cup of coffee or tea. Blessed be!

This is the original to the remix done by Dan Thomas (the version he got was a bit different). Amazing what he has done to the track - magic! Thank you, #K-Syran of #Intimacy_Records, for connecting us!

MK I

Stony Bird

Love Of Yesterday

TRACE

Lyrics:
There's a mug on the windowsill, same place as always
Steam's not rising anymore, but I can't throw it away
Your reading glasses catching dust on page twenty-three
The story paused in February, waiting patiently

The house hums different now, like it forgot the melody
Every room's a photograph of what we used to be
I bought your brand of orange juice, force of memory
Stood there with two glasses wondering who I'm trying to see

And I know, I know, I know
The world keeps spinning forward
But mine's stuck in that moment
In the silence

Your coffee's getting cold on the kitchen table
I can't bring myself to pour it down the drain
The light falls through the windows just a little wrong now
And I'm living in a house that looks exactly the same
How the phone sits quiet every Sunday evening
How your voice lives only in my replays
Yeah, everything's exactly where you left it
But your coffee's getting cold, and nothing feels the same

Your note written on the table, "call him just because"
The many things on your grocery list I'm trying to think of
You would hum while doing dishes, something shapeless and perfect
Now that silence fills the kitchen like it's permanent

I wore your jacket to the store, breathing in the proof
That some part of this is real and some part stayed with you
And the strangest weight is learning how to walk right through the days
They seem identical but I can never find the exit of the maze

'Cause I know, I know, I know
That life's supposed to carry forward
But I'm stuck between before and after
And the mug with your coffee's gettin' colder

Your coffee's getting cold on the kitchen table
I can't bring myself to pour it down the drain
The light falls through the windows just a little wrong now
And I'm living in a house that looks exactly the same
How the phone sits quiet every Sunday evening
How your voice lives only in my replays
Yeah, everything's exactly where you left it
But your coffee's getting cold, and nothing feels the same

They say time softens everything but they don't mention
How the empty space becomes its own dimension
How I set the table out of muscle memory
How I bought those tickets for a show we'll never see
How I almost called to tell you 'bout the promotion
How I turned around to share something you'd have noticed
And the cruelest part is knowing there's no more
No more random Tuesdays, no more stories left in store
All the words I saved for later have nowhere to go

Coffee's getting cold, and I'm still sitting here
In a house that looks the same but breathes a different atmosphere
How you'd stack your books and leave your keys beside the door
How the missing isn't loud, it's just the quiet wanting more
How the calendar keeps filling but you're never in the frame
How I'm talking to the air and calling out your name
Yeah, I'm living in a world that's moving on without you anyway
And your coffee's getting cold

(Your coffee's getting cold)
(Your coffee's getting cold)
No I won't pour it out
But I won't pour it out
No I won't pour it out

Coffee's Getting Cold

Let’s enjoy this night out,
Drink this poisoned cocktail,
I don’t have a cock but
At least I’m not in jail 

I grew up in a Kentucky dumpster with a bum on bumps and a bummer it was, sucks a gunner I was that fucked every summer and plucked every feather I’m nuts and the weather is fun and my guts are fantastic.  Elastic, your flaccid,  and rabid and rancid im Gina Da Lesbian showing her ass on acid to a fat chick who’s damaged from pork chops and inbalanced and tragic and challenged to manage the damage of her diet, your quiet and I’m a fucking riot.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

I like to scissor chicks in winter kid so our legs light up like splinters you’ve never seen a fire start quicker than when I lick the whiskers.  I’m into big girls, lox pearls and smoke cigs, twirl my head around to scare squirrels I’m mad at the world and the world is a cartoon, looney and rude, hopelessly screwed but I chew off the dark thoughts, my titties are store bought, I shimmy shimmy cocoa puff to wherever the GOATS are cause ima hope star rhyming dope bars for everyone from the pentagon to the pope, rent an office and mope, the Pentecost can’t come soon enough.  I’m Gina Da Lesbian I’m from the moon and tough.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

Gina Da Lesbian Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

Do it

You take the cake 🎂

Another round, another mistake, another “I won’t,” and then I’m down… straight into you.
Play it late. Play it loud. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.
—————————————

Me in the doorway,
Laughing at nothing,
Then gone.
Out on the pavement,
Talking to no one,
Alone.
Night in this city,
Empty as my heart
Right now.
Rain on the river,
Beating the rooftops
Down.

Down, down, down, down, down,
I’m going down, down, down, down, down.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Haunted by words that were never true,
I’m still in love, still in love with you.

And I’m going down, down, down, down, down,
Straight into your arms.

Keys on the table,
Sticky with last night’s
Dust.
Us in the pictures,
Watching me drink and
Rust.
Glass in my fingers,
Cracked like the oaths
We swore.
Heels in the hallway,
Waiting for footsteps
No more.

More, more, more, more, more,
I can’t take no more, more, more, more, more.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Painting stupid futures just for two,
I’m still in love, still in love with you.

And I’m going down, down, down, down, down,
Straight into your arms.

If I called you right now,
You’d let me back in,
With our tired excuses
And our pockets of sin.
We’d be falling down, down, down in those same old bars,
And I’d wake up smiling, still reaching for your arms.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Painting stupid futures meant for two,
Knowing all along they’re not for me and you.

And I need it more
Than you ever knew.
So it’s round, round, round,
Then down,
Straight into your arms…

Straight Into Your Arms

Dogma

Guardian-angel-messenger

Celestial Music of the prodigies

Thank you for >1 million streams 🙏 Royal supplier of music to HRM Queen Ameenata Koita. I create healing and hypnotic music in the Earth House genre - think ambient/electronica/new age with a lotta love, mantras and world instruments. 
I have studied psychoacoustics, so you may expects ASMR, and don't be surprised if my music takes you on a trip to outer - or inner - space.

Darkness

mAncient

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