radiohead - jigsaw falling into place (slowed+reverb)

Hypnic Jerks

Lagos eternos

Reflect your eyes off the riverbed 
And tell me what I see.
Stitch my lips with cigarettes 
And stop me when I breathe. 
Orange peel on the floorboards.
You only knew those four chords,
But your voice cut deep like war swords. 
Winter set me free.

Share a lighter down an alleyway 
With some alizay on any day.
Hathaway on a Saturday, 
At a picturehouse where we ran away. 
At a dialogue where we were high. 
It was no surprise how you said goodbye. 
With a stunted kiss that was meant to fly 
But landed in another life. 

Another try to end my life, 
another try me on for size.
Don't love me? I don't even mind.
I can't decide what'll break my mind,
the flowers and bars where we wined, 
or the flower, and the bars I prescribed
To myself that made me rot inside.
I can’t lie, I cried.   

Goodbye.

velvet-crown-(remastered).mp3

Pretty sure I was happy when I made this but they always end up sounding a bit sad anyway lol

Blackwell

[Verse]
Ты обманул меня
Ты обманул меня
Светишь в лицо фонарём
Ты обманул меня

[Chorus]
Кривит наивной улыбкой
Плавно плетёт интриги
Кривит наивной улыбкой
Молчит и шипит

[Verse]
И только темнота знает правду
И только темнота знает правду
И только темнота знает правду
И только темнота знает правду

[Chorus]
Кривит наивной улыбкой
Темнота знает правду
Кривит наивной улыбкой
Темнота знает правду

[Bridge]
Этой ночью ты сам себя предашь
Этой ночью ты сам себе соврёшь
Этой ночью ты сам себя осудишь
Этой ночью ты сам наделишь себя словами

[Chorus]
Потому что темнота знает правду
Потому что темнота знает правду
И кривит наивной улыбкой
Темнота знает правду
[Verse]
Ты обманул меня
Ты обманул меня
Светишь в лицо фонарём
Ты обманул меня

Наивная Улыбка

numbness.

Dead Air

Ethereal Wing Chun

My wonder years, I’m keeping pace
With the darkest notion that I face.
I cut my name in weathered stone,
A mark for ghosts, a place unknown.

I’m flying low under black light,
Purple screams enfold the night.
There’s no great hand, no thread of fate,
No door to knock, no pearly gate.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
At hidden truths that linger there.

The air is thick with what we’ve lost,
Each memory held at quiet cost.
The moments blur, but still they gleam,
A faded truth, a distant dream.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
At hidden truths that linger there.

My fallen soul, in fractured grace,
Crimson streams slip down my face.
There’s no fate had, no deadened weight,
No grave to mark, no iron gate.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
Those hidden truths they linger there.

Credits:

Brad Astra: Guitars, Bass, Percussion, & Soundscapes
Nayeli Astra: Vox, Hurdy-Gurdy, Guitar, Synths, & Dreams

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Released under Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate. All rights reserved.

Produced by Brad Astra

Ethereal Wing Chun

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