a rework from Mean Flow of a track by Marco Lucchi

aprile 2021

Marco Lucchi & Mean Flow - Die ewige Wiederkunft des Gleichen

Anderer Traum

MYBESTGIRLILOVEYOUSOMUCH<3ILOVEYOUREYES

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do you feel the same?

This music is not meant to be just heard — it is meant to be felt, absorbed, and experienced. Built on sacred frequencies and deep spiritual intention, each sound wave is designed to calm the mind, awaken the soul, and realign inner energy.

These compositions flow between light and depth, between silence and vibration. The melodies act as energetic bridges, guiding the listener into states of inner stillness, emotional release, and higher awareness. Every tone carries purpose. Every frequency holds intention.

This is music for:

Healing

Meditation

Deep reflection

Spiritual awakening

Inner transformation

It does not belong to a single genre — it exists between sound therapy, ambient, spiritual rock, and sacred vibration. It speaks directly to the nervous system, the heart, and the unseen layers of consciousness.

This is not entertainment.
This is frequency medicine for the soul.

The Frequency Code

Wounded 

you’ve been waiting for a sign to change your life
every pigment slowly faded into white
all the colors from her honest days
that gave her joy have slipped away
she’s become a blazing lantern in the night

wounded Jane is going to say that she can’t love
flicks you off and slides her hand inside a glove
bottled up, subversive angst inside were sure
she never had a boy that treat her like a girl

every lost soul who never knew where to turn
found a light in the night cross a bridge as it burn
maybe out in the woods where the wilderness rules
maybe back in the cities with the ignorant fools
picking scabs loading weapons as you ask me to dance
looking down on my body as I lie in a trance
digging graves planting flowers
Jesus saves super powers
diamond eyes are a beacon
if salvation your seeking

you’ve been waiting for a sign to change your life
every pigment slowly faded into white
all the colors from her honest days
that gave her joy have slipped away
she’s become a blazing lantern in the night

Wounded

Hi there
I'm pleased to present you, Inner Space
This piece is ambiental, but more experimental stylized. Watch out, soul, sense, thoughts may be wandering, if you leave you engage in it!
Kind Regards
C.J.ROGERS

more info also here: www.cjrogersmusic.com

Many thanks for your visit and support! All Original by C.J.ROGERS!

Inner Space

Piano, classical guitar and original composition by EnigmaCurry @enigmacurry
Lyrics, Vocals capture and their FX by Myrh
Artwork By Ryan McGuire, Cover Design By Mariam Zohra D.
An Arma Ignifera Smelting w. added bass, strings, drum, 
piano, flute, gong, chimes ... & mix of all elements @herronsound

RISES IN YOUR EYES

so fall to the very arms i love
i seek, I seek
i forever believe in this
believe

for what else is therein
is that we long for what we don’t 
don’t know

diya*

Eyes like moon
oh i know i know
oh i know i know

i know i know
the moon rises in your eyes
moon rise in your eyes
rise in your eyes
your eyes
your eyes

the moon
(and I) buckle under pressure
under pressure
the moon rise in your eyes
and it calms

calm me down
the moon rises in your
calm me down
in your eyes
calm me down

*light from oil candle in clay bowl

Rises In Your Eyes - A MyrmahEnigmaniferaCurry

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Whatever’s clever

Marco Lucchi : organ

5 novembre 2020

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Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reducd to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!

And their sun does never shine.
And their fields are bleak & bare.
And their ways are fill'd with thorns.
It is eternal winter there.

For where-e'er the sun does shine,
And where-e'er the rain does fall:
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall. 

William Blake

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