got that 80s dope vibe. beautiful production.

The music got so exciting towards the end. I love it. "Her light is brief, my darkness eternal" makes it relatable. Creative!

you'll find a reason

Some Old Tracks From when I first started recording at Home With a Friend Pat on Bass Guitar. Thank You For Your Time.. Please Enjoy..

Moody

If nothing can get through you
Then please remember my words

You are stronger than you imagined
I believe in you
I believe in your magic
I believe in you

To love
To hold
To kiss
To cherish

I know your innocence
You want love
You want heart
Feel your love

For you
Only you
Love you
You want you

So be your love
So be your love
So be your love
So be your love

For you
Only you
Love you
You want you

So be your love
So be your love, love
So be your love
So be your love, love

So be your love
So be your love, love
So be your love
So be your love, love

For you
Only you
Love you

For you
Love you
Love you

Love you

Love you

Innocence and Strength

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — Low Signal Shore 

I know this path —
The bend where the reeds lean wrong,
The bench where the boy was crying last year,
Or maybe it was me.

I walk it the same every time,
But the trees grow in closer now,
And the lights don’t blink from the far shore anymore.

There’s a voice behind me
That uses my name like it knows me.
But when I turn —
Nothing.

Just wind,
And that ache
Where the name used to fit.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

Something rustles
But won’t look at me.
A shape in the trees
With my old coat.

I left it there — didn’t I?
When I swore I’d never come back.

Now every step feels
Like walking through a thought
I haven’t had yet.

And I swear the lake
Just said my name.
But quieter this time.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

I pass a man who looks like my father,
But younger, and ashamed.
He asks for the time —
I say it’s gone.

Low signal.
No bars.
The cold hand of the wind
Scrolls my back.

The house is ahead,
But the lights aren’t for me.

And the rain keeps taking me back
To where I used to be.

The path leads to a dead-end road…
Where the water knows my name.

Credits:

Lead Vox: Nayeli Astra
Piano: Nayeli Astra
Backing Vox: Elena Morgenstern & Brad Astra
Flute & Synth Pads: Elena Morgenstern
Mellotron: Nayeli Astra
Guitars: Brad Astra
Production & Arrangement: The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed & Mastered by: Brad Astra at Painful Records
Cover Concept & Direction: Brad Astra

Low Signal Shore

Dive into "A Songwriter's Prayer" – a raw, introspective journey from artistic despair to the mundane realities of life, and back again. This alternative rock anthem, inspired by Jeffrey Ritter's poetry, captures the struggle for inspiration amidst the everyday. Featuring powerful male vocals , a dynamic shift from melancholic piano to driving guitars and drums, it's a testament to the artist's relentless pursuit of creation. If you've ever felt that creative itch, this one's for you. Listen, share, and let your pen be sharpened!



Get The Shirt

A Songwriter's Prayer

[Verse 1]
She says,
It helps with the lights out.
Her rabid glow
Is like braille to the night.

She swears
I'm a slave to the details,
But if your life is such a big joke,
Why should I care?

[Chorus]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight,
So that you two can take some time,
Teach each other to reciprocate.

[Verse 2]
She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kid gloves,
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox.

She swears
I'm just prey for the female—
Well then hook me up and throw me, babycakes,
'Cause I like to get hooked.

[Chorus 2]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved—
They're all bound to leave some keepsakes.

I've been swinging all the time.
Think it's time I learned your way.
I picture you and me together—
In the jungle, it will be okay.

[Bridge]
I'll bring you when my lifeboat
Sails through the night—
That is supposing that
You don't sleep tonight.

[Verse 3]
It's like learning a new language,
Helps me catch up on my mind.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts,
This could be a good time.

It's like learning a new language—
You come here to me.
We'll collect those lonely parts
And set them down.

You come here to me.

[Outro]
She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's brief,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her light is brief,
My darkness eternal.

———

A fractured hymn to passing time and fleeting connections—“The Clock” ticks through love’s ironies beneath a post-punk moon.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: F Major
BPM: 150
Time Signature: 4/4

———

A tribute to the legendary band 'Interpol'.

Light

The Clock

[Intro – Spoken]
"In the theater of particles, we play our roles, entangled yet free."

[Verse 1]
In the auditorium of thought, I find your trace
A waveform dancing in cerebral space
Not bound by touch, yet deeply known
Our minds converse in frequencies alone

[Chorus]
Quantum entertainment, a mental affair
Entangled minds in the cosmic air
No need for eyes when thoughts align
In this mental play, your script is mine

[Verse 2]
Through neural pathways, your signals glide
A superposition where thoughts reside
Collapsing states when we engage
A mental duet on the quantum stage

[Chorus]
Quantum entertainment, a mental affair
Entangled minds in the cosmic air
No need for eyes when thoughts align
In this mental play, your script is mine

[Bridge – Spoken]
"Observation alters the state, yet our connection remains innate."

[Verse 3]
Beyond the realm of sensory delight
Our consciousnesses merge in quantum light
A bond not seen but deeply felt
In mental realms where true love dwelt

[Final Chorus]
Quantum entertainment, a mental affair
Entangled minds in the cosmic air
No need for eyes when thoughts align
In this mental play, your script is mine

[Outro – Spoken]
"In the quantum theater of the mind, love is the ultimate act."

———

“Quantum Entertainment” is a dynamic post-punk revival exploration in B♭ Major at 146 BPM. Crisp guitars and haunting piano frame deep baritone vocals in a cerebral duet of entangled consciousness. Between spectral riffs and whispered theory, it proves that love can exist beyond the senses—in the quantum theater of the mind.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Atmospheric Rock  
Key: B♭ Major  
BPM: 146  
Time Signature: 4/4


Simulation

Quantum Theater of Mind

Step into the neon glow of the night, where shadows dance and the pulse of the bass guides your every move. This track builds a world of surreal energy, where the lines between reality and dream blur under the thrum of an endless beat. Lost in the chaos of the crowd, you’re swept away by the mesmerizing flow of light, sound, and the never-ending thrill of the night. A velvet-tinged adventure through a world of electric dreams.

Velvet Noise

i fucked it all up - a acoustic song full of guilt

Lyrics : 

We were doing great
We had everything we could have
I've put you in pain
I did something I shouldn't have

You got sick for a week
You blamed everything on me
And I know it's all my fault
I'm sorry for everything

You got with someone else
I'm left without defense
I'm now nothing but your ex
But I deserve how it gets

Cause I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I

I've been horrible to you
I broke your heart in two
I'm happy you found someone that could be there and comfort you

But even now I hope that you know
That I never ever wanted to hurt you
All of the love that I used to show
It was real and just for you

We were doing great
We had everything we could have
I've put you in pain
I did something I shouldn't have

You got sick for a week
You blamed everything on me
And I know it's all my fault
I'm sorry for everything

You got with someone else
I'm left without defense
I'm now nothing but your ex
But I deserve how it gets

Cause I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I fucked it all up
Yeah I

i fucked it all up - Slowed

Sleepyhead

You walk through doors that once were closed,
with secrets only silence knows.

[Chorus]
Alone—
you haven’t felt love in years.
Alone
not sure if someone missed you through the tears.
That feeling…
is the one you truly miss.

[Verse 2]
So now, go on, reshape your mind,
trade old beliefs for new design.
You turned your gold into the mud,
a kingdom crumbled into dust.

What once you had, you didn’t buy,
now you know the cost of that old lie.
You see how blind you’ve always been—
in love, in loss, in your own skin.

[Chorus]
Alone—
you haven’t felt love in years.
You don’t want to
be alone—
no memory that someone held you dear.
And that ache…
that’s what you truly fear.

[Bridge – dreamy instrumental / falsetto echoes]
“All that I am, I gave away…”
“The mirror cracked, but still I stay…”
“A wave of love, it pulled me out…”
“She changed me—there’s no doubt.”

[Final Chorus – full band, emotional lift]
You changed yourself and the world turned new,
a wave of love, it carried you.
Out of the cage, the golden haze,
away from guilt, away from blame.

[Outro – repeated, fading]
Yeah… yeah…
That’s the feeling…
That’s the feeling…
you were missing.
Yeah…

empty(dreamy)phrases.( acoustic remake )

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

The Clock

Project KT

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