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Song by Pecas
Artwork by Nicolas Burrows

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Divine Might Is Always Right”:

The piece reclaims divinity and power from distant symbols and elite structures, rooting them in everyday resilience — kitchen steam, braided truth, calloused hands, and improvised rhythm. Delivered in broken cadence and jazz-infused phrasing, it challenges institutional myths and asserts that true might moves off beat, speaks in silence, and refuses to bow. Each verse is a monument to lived truth; each rest, a refusal to rush the answer. The hook declares it plainly: “Mi truth don’t beg, it bite.”

Divine Might Is Always Right   #Experimental Hip-Hop x Jazz Soulful

Let the flow flow on

Yo, my eyes lost in the inner black,
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on her back,
Feel alone, I’m a ghost until heaven crack,
Sittin' through turbulence, sirens fade, no slack.

Words get personal, cuttin' deep like a knife,
You see the heart on my sleeve, yeah, I let it bleed life.
Feel me in the streets, my spirit don’t sleep,
Too many left with the promise lost, feelin' weak.

Time ain't borrowed, for some, it took what’s ours,
What’s your head worth? Mum said it’s knowledge that empowers.
I don’t care ‘bout your P’s, news talkin' 'bout losses,
I’m comin' at ya raw, expressions twist like bosses.

Time heals all? That’s a temporary blessin’,
Anxiety’s hands caressin’, man, it’s a messin’.
Pain cut deeper than a dance in quicksand,
On my bojangles, two-steppin', tryin’ to stand.

I hope you lookin' for somethin' more than what's lost,
Only when it rains, it pours, feel that cost.
Faces in the stars, hard to see 'em align,
I just wanna be, be, be, lost in a paradise line.

Zonin' where sirens bleed, yo, can you perceive?
I’m tryna breathe, can’t you see? I just need to leave.
This my type of violence, silence killin' sounds,
Remind ‘em we ain't comin' from these struggling towns.

Hold fear in my heart, metal past in the dark,
In an ark, I’m driftin’, past participle, no spark.
Too many kids die young, trapped in the ghetto,
Pinocchios all around, where the hell’s Geppetto?

Sirens still fall down, petals drown in the blood,
So much crimson, crazy mind scratchin' through the mud.
Fuck the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters,
Full blood, twisted martyr, man, I miss my father.

So I hope you lookin' for somethin' raw, somethin' real,
When it rains, it pours, that’s just how we feel.
I’m lost in the inner black, yeah, that’s the deal,
But my spirit don’t sleep, I just yearn for the heal.

Yo, my eyes lost in the inner black,
Lookin' at the world, lyin' on her back,
Feel alone, I’m a ghost until heaven crack,
Sittin' through turbulence, sirens fade, no slack.

Words get personal, cuttin' deep like a knife,
You see the heart on my sleeve, yeah, I let it bleed life.
Feel me in the streets, my spirit don’t sleep,
Too many left with the promise lost, feelin' weak.

Time ain't borrowed, for some, it took what’s ours,
What’s your head worth? Mum said it’s knowledge that empowers.
I don’t care ‘bout your P’s, news talkin' 'bout losses,
I’m comin' at ya raw, expressions twist like bosses.

Time heals all? That’s a temporary blessin’,
Anxiety’s hands caressin’, man, it’s a messin’.
Pain cut deeper than a dance in quicksand,
On my bojangles, two-steppin', tryin’ to stand.


Silhouettes [Demo]

These two songs explore the gap between electronic synthesis and organic percussion. Using a harp, a 1980s Russian analog synthesizer, and hand-drums recorded in the subway systems of New York, bad tuner hoped to combine human nature (imperfection) and electronic music programming (repetition). The double speaks to bad tuner's childhood, with themes of escape and alienation.

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Anabella

Remix by @canblaster
from the EP "WAS IT REAL? (Remixes)" on @rochemusique

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