Do It (Direct Cute Version)

Through the Main Gates

Recorded in 2023
Released on 31 March 2023

Pump Up My IV

Pass The Dutchie

Album DISTANT LANDS
RELEASED: April 6, 2023 - The album contains 12 tracks Ambient and 'long 77 minutes. And 'available now on AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C31R4DL8/ref=sr_1_16?crid=1R96EBHHOX6IT&keywords=unclemad&qid=1688897092&sprefix=unclemad%2Caps%2C231&sr=8-16

7 - The Ghost Bridge - Album DISTANT LANDS

natural death

Ms. katy

Do It

MR URINATOR

Another day of high school madness
Teacher calls to come in front of class
Girls are giggling, boys look evil
Everybody is an asshole, everybody laughs

Later on the way to toilet
Every lesson, every break
3 guys wait behind the corner
Sweatbox, kicks you have to take

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul castration
Call me Mr. Urinator
Bring it on to my damnation

Another day of high school madness
Pushed the head to toilet bowl
Urine taste and strangulation
Break my body, break my soul

No more toilet, no more bully
Fuck yourself, don’t call me names
Pissface, Mr. Urinator
No more suffer, no more games

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for your predation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your brain for urination

Another day of high school madness
Wait behind the toilet door
Lurking ambush, turn the tables
Kick the bully to the floor

Push his head into the toilet
Hear him suffer, hear him cry
Whack the lid against his head
Watch him bleed and watch him die

Watch his brain squeeze in the bowl
Get your dick his brain to pee
Call me Mr. Urinator
Now I’m avenged, now I’m free!

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul salvation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your head for your damnation

Mr Urinator

No Sun On Monday

Desecration of Mankind - The coming of Baphomet

"PSICOPOMPO" è una canzone che esplora il tema della memoria, del passato e della transitorietà dell'esistenza. Attraverso immagini poetiche e simboliche, l'artista descrive un viaggio interiore in cui un'entità misteriosa, il "psicopompo", guida l'ascoltatore attraverso un labirinto di ricordi e riflessioni. La metafora del fiume della memoria rappresenta il flusso inarrestabile del tempo, che porta con sé segreti e misteri, mentre il protagonista cerca di fare pace con il proprio passato e di trovare la propria strada. La canzone invita a riflettere sulla natura effimera della vita e sull'idea che, alla fine, ogni esperienza e ogni errore possano condurre a una nuova forma di esistenza, oltre il velo dell'oblio. Con un tono contemplativo e vivace, "PSICOPOMPO" ci spinge a considerare il nostro posto nel grande schema dell'universo e il significato delle nostre memorie.

PSICOPOMPO

In un sogno, o realtà, non so!
ho visto una forma che si dissolveva nel nulla.
come una goccia d'acqua che cade.
nel fiume della memoria

Un uomo con un viso indefinito mi ha mostrato la strada
che conduce al luogo dove le anime si incontrano

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me?
oh,  psicopompo che sarà del passato?
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e i misteri di quello che verrà. 

Una divinità gentile mi ha parlato di un tempo
dove il tempo non esisteva e la fine era solo un'amnesìa

In questo labirinto di specchi dove ogni riflesso è una menzogna
cerco di trovare la mia strada, lasciando indietro i sbagli e la vergogna. 

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me??
oh, psicopompo che sarà del passato ? 
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e tutto quello che sarà 

E quando il fiume della memoria si getterà nel mare dell'oblio
io sarò già altrove in un'altra forma, in un altro tempo un altro io
dove la memoria non esisterà più

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me?
oh, psicopompo che sarà del passato?
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e i misteri di quello che verrà.

Psicopompo

This song came from an idea I’d been toying with for a couple of weeks—I was going to write about catfishing. But then my fellow artist and friend @nova-j-49914957 on SC dropped an incredible track called Catfish, 
https://on.soundcloud.com/akXMvWHvhowllgLq0y and I didn’t want him to think I was copying his concept. So instead, I flipped the perspective and wrote about the other side of it—why a lonely soul might do it in the first place. This is a deeply human, empathetic look at the hidden pain that can drive someone to hide behind a false identity—not to scam, not to be cruel, but simply to feel noticed, valued, and alive for a fleeting moment. It’s about the scars that aren’t visible, the desperate need for connection, and how broken hearts sometimes cause harm without meaning to. It’s not an excuse for the hurt caused—it’s a reflection on the tragedy of someone who thought they had to be a stranger just to be seen.


LYRICS: 

[Intro]
She said she was twenty-five… lived near the coast
But the eyes in the photo… weren’t hers… and she knows…

[Verse 1]
He fell for the laughter, the sparkle, the name
While she hid in silence, drowning in shame
She typed like a dream, a fantasy bright
But cried in the dark, alone every night

[Pre-Chorus]
She never meant to cross the line
She just needed to feel… alive… this time

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone buried underneath
A thousand days of being no one’s choice
So she borrowed a name… and someone’s voice

She never meant to make him cry
She only wanted to feel alive
But broken people sometimes break
The hearts they never meant to take

[Verse 2]
There’s a girl in the mirror she barely knows
Painted in pixels and secondhand clothes
He gave her a moment, a glimpse of the light
She gave him a story she couldn’t rewrite

[Pre-Chorus]
And the truth was closing in too fast
She prayed each message wouldn’t be the last

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone buried underneath
A thousand days of being no one’s choice
So she borrowed a name… and someone’s voice

She never meant to make him cry
She only wanted to feel alive
But broken people sometimes break
The hearts they never meant to take

[Bridge]
Maybe if someone had noticed the signs
The girl behind all of the scripted lines
Maybe a friend, or a stranger’s grace
Could’ve saved her from needing another face

To be real, to be raw, to be loved all the same
Without playing somebody else’s game

[Chorus]
She’s not a villain, not a thief
Just someone drowning underneath
The silence, the shame, the years alone
The ache of never being known

She never meant to cross that line
She only wanted someone kind
But even kind hearts start to shake
When trust becomes a lie we fake

[Outro]
So don’t excuse the hurt she gave
But maybe grieve the soul she couldn’t save
The one who thought she had to be
A stranger… just to feel seen

The Face Behind the Face

torcher

used just one wooden frog and one drumstick
inspired by negative headphones new track
recorded with zoom h1
edited with NCH

wooden frog sounds

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

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