I only sing !!
Mahan Mahan all instruments !!

Mahan Mahan And eddyoffline 22

Created and performed by me & bitzone
I (voice, guitar, software synths, VST instruments, original Ableton composition)
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone (samples, percussion, additional synths, final arrangement, production)
124 BPM/C# minor

30 Years Ago

Today I am as lost as 30 years ago          
Arriving for the first time in New York     
                  
And driving through the dark                
The dark and dusty city                     

Driving through the dark                    
Driving through the dark                   


What I remember most?
The dirt and Brooklyn Bridge

The woman scream
That seemed to last forever

Right on a corner of the street
Right on a corner of the street

Against all chances
Against the world
I will take you there
Where love is born

Where love is born
Where love is born
Where love is born
Where love is born

I am lost as 30 years ago
30 years ago...

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30 Years Ago

Base photo for cover by Kunj Parekh on Unsplash

There Once Was

Thanks to all who listened to this track.
Is the person you see in the mirror your true self?
What if the ideal you created is incorporated?
that's a nice thing Your brain is surely reflecting you beautifully.

Reflection In Mirror

P-Spitfire

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

Cyber Gypsy

A pulsing layered rock dirge about being stuck in the eating utensils of giants or unnoticed between the typeset of discarded newspapers. Bat! Bi! Hiru! Lau! We've all been there!

From the album LATITUDE BERA available at https://brittapejic.bandcamp.com/music

Latitude Bera

Between the Tines

Descending into A Black Hole

continual redefinition

In Geometrical Psychology 4, vibration becomes the primary language.
Microscopic tremors resonate through heavy bass fields, tracing invisible geometries of emotion and thought.
Here, sound is not heard — it is felt, pressing against the boundaries of perception.

Low frequencies drift like tectonic plates, slow and inevitable, while delicate oscillations shimmer at the edge of silence.
The composition unfolds as a study of resonance — between form and void, motion and stillness, body and code.
Each tone is both weight and wave, mapping the hidden architectures of the mind into sound.

Geometrical Psychology 4

I'm glad you found my music.
I've always wanted to express the music deep in my heart.
My music is music that overflows from the album jacket.
My music will light up a projector of your memories.
It's like finding your old album!
And above all, I hope I can make you all happy.

Reflection In Mirror

fu-fu