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‘ONE MoRE TRiP (ft. IAMDevante’)’ is a HUGE, genre-defying, track, combining atmospheric hip-hop, with alternative dance. 

Driven by an incredible, passionate vocal, from the ever-profound; IAMDevante', this unique and multidimensional production, takes us on ONE MoRE TRiP down memory lane… and conveys a commanding message of introspective self-discovery… acceptance… and empowerment…


Check out and follow the mythical, multi-talented, IAMDevante' :

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ONE MoRE TRiP (ft. IAMDevante’)

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

Lights Down Low (Acoustic)

Der Schwellenwind (Auszug aus dem Buch "Schwellenwind")

Der Wind ist da, und er ist nicht zu übersehen. Nicht, weil er laut wäre – sondern weil er alles verändert, ohne je sich selbst zu zeigen.
 In den Baumkronen beginnt es. Ein Flüstern, kaum hörbar. Die Blätter zucken, als würden sie sich erinnern. Dann ein Ruck – nicht mechanisch, sondern plötzlich lebendig. Die Äste schwingen nicht im Rhythmus, sie verhandeln mit der Bewegung.
Das ist der Schwellenwind. Nicht Wetter. Nicht Meteorologie. Eine Haltung der Luft. Er weht nur dort, wo Dinge bereit sind, sich zu verändern.
Man erkennt ihn an der Grenze: Zwischen Schlaf und Wachsein. Zwischen Feuerstelle und Wald. Zwischen gestern und gleich.
Er ist mal seicht, ein Hauch, der wie Zuspruch klingt. Ein Kinderatem, ein Seitenwechsel. Er streichelt die Fenster der Wagen, und für einen Moment vergessen alle, dass Glas trennen kann.
Aber dann – kommt der Druck. Nicht Sturm. Kein Orkan. Ein gezielter Riss durch die Luft, der alles aufhorchen lässt.
 Die Bäume biegen sich. Nicht aus Angst. Aus Zustimmung. Als wüssten sie: Jetzt entscheidet sich etwas.
Der Wind ist nicht zerstörerisch. Er ist Prüfung. Er rüttelt nicht an Wänden, sondern an Ideen.
Zelle B – der nun nur noch einer von vielen ist – steht am Rand des Hofs und sieht in die Bäume. Er weiß: Wenn der Schwellenwind kommt, muss man hören, nicht antworten.
 Denn er spricht in Bewegungen, nicht in Sätzen. Er sagt:
„Ihr seid bereit.“ „Oder noch nicht.“ „Aber ich komme trotzdem.“
Und in diesem Moment – in drei Uhr Licht, in Glut, in Moos, beginnt die Umgebung sich zu dehnen.
Nicht nach außen. Nach innen.
Der Hof denkt. Die Wagen horchen. Die Schlafenden träumen anders.
Und der Wind? Er lässt los, nachdem er alles berührt hat, was sich erinnern wollte.
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Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h.

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The Evil In Me

Quick acoustic cover of rock and roll star by oasis

Rock and Roll Star (oasis acoustic cover)

No Love For A Thug ft Marny

Rivers We Drown ft. Landslide

Caving In (Studio Version) – Eileen Noise
A raw dark-grunge track, heavy and distorted, carrying all the weight of frustration and chaos. This is the full-band version, born to sound rough, loud, and unapologetic.

But sometimes, when the noise fades, the song reveals a different face…
👉 Watch the brand-new Unplugged version of “Caving In” now on YouTube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-fEXztEOEM

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🖤 Two sides of the same breakdown. Which one speaks to you?

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Singer Sophie

[Verse]
The mirror cracks
I don’t even flinch
Shadows crawl where the light won’t pinch
My head’s a cage
No lock
No key
Who’s this ghost that’s haunting me

[Prechorus]
I scream at the silence
It just laughs back

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

[Verse 2]
The clock spins slow
Then stops dead cold
Minutes feel like years I’ve sold
Rain falls inside
The roof won’t hold
My soul feels rusted
My heart’s been sold

[Prechorus]
I claw at the surface
But it crumbles away
[guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

Caving in

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/19TSGR6UfVhBZGm0KTZl8y?si=4eff4cbdc8454a7c

William Shakespeare - "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 73)

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

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Constellation Lyra - Thy Love [out on Spotify now]

Still close to you

Wash Away - Lyrics

Yeah,
I've been thinkin' lately,
I've been feelin' lately.
I hate this God damn noise in my head.

Oh, I hear a voice inside.
Screaming, I'm no disgrace.
So I drown it out till it dies.

Would you kindly help me, wash this all away?

Oh, what the Hell is wrong with me?
Too damn lost to belong, today.
So, I try to wash away,
My thoughts in this rain.

Oh, I try to move my face.
Silence says I'm in the right place.
God, I wish I could change my fate.

Would you kindly help me, wash this all away?

Oh, what the Hell is wrong with me?
Too damn lost to belong, today.
So, I try to wash away,
My thoughts in this rain.

Vultures always circle their dead.
Thieves always claim their innocence.
Maybe I'm both.
I'm always eating away at myself.
But my only crime is my guilt.
My only crime is my guilt.
Wish I could wash away.

Wash Away

Lyrics:

Yeah, they told me fitting in is the only way
But every time I try, it just feels so fake
Smiles on my face like a plastic display
Keeping quiet just to make the world okay

Take your medicine, work your daily grind
Shake a stranger’s hand, pretend you feel fine
But truth is something I can't leave behind
I don't wanna be another copy in line

Tell me why you need to close your mind
I don’t wanna be normal like you
Every day I’m running out of time
Searching for a place where I can be true

Closer, closer, to a dream inside
Where I don’t need the mask just to survive
Closer, closer, I can almost find
A way to be normal too
Or maybe just normal for me, not you

Whispers in the crowd say "dont stand out"
They laugh at the ones who live too loud
But I just smile, I know what they're about
Fear of themselves they can’t talk out loud

They want control, they want to choose your clothes
Script your life like a TV show
But I won’t bend, I won’t play that role
I’m the fire they can’t control

Tell me why you’re chasing their design
I don't wanna be normal like you
Every day I break another line
Finding out I’m something brand new

Closer, closer, to a spark inside
Where my flaws are fuel and my faults can shine
Closer, closer, I begin to find
Maybe my normal's the truest kind

Normal’s a word they use for control
Keep you in line till you’re grey and old
But I won’t fall for the lies they sold
My spirit’s rich, even if pockets are cold

So call me strange, call me out of place
I’ll wear my scars like a badge of grace
While you hide behind a plastic face
I found freedom in embracing my space

Closer, closer, every step I move
Not “normal like you” ... I’m carving my truth
Closer, closer, I can finally see
Being normal just means being me

Normal like me, not you.

Text:
Verse 1
Twenty bucks for a cut, I pay and I’m gone,
But in parliament the blow-dry goes on.
Tax-paid powder, a smile on demand,
While justice slips right out of hand.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Verse 2
Scissors in the barbershop, click-clack cheap,
But up on the hill, the gold runs deep.
Make-up on flights, we’re saving on meals,
They powder their foreheads, we’re chained to the wheels.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Bridge
The scissors cut deeper than hair on the floor,
Each strand is a symbol of who they ignore.
They talk of duty, of carrying the weight,
But behind the make-up, there’s nothing but state.

Final Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, we see it so bright,
The spotlight is shining, but nothing is right.
Money flows elsewhere, we’re stuck in the rain,
They pose for the cameras, we’re left with the pain.

Money Flows Elsewhere

Just another song (of mine) that makes no sense.

Copyright: 1984

Watch our dog catch a Frisbie to the jam part of this song:
http://youtu.be/czhxwiaZ9A4

Main Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

This song was recorded in 11 hours on a 4-track recorder in October of 1984.
Remastered with Soundcloud in 2021.

Ron Snyder - Shoot The Bull (1984)

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South London’s Liri Dais blends raw human songwriting with cutting-edge AI production. Launched in July 2025, the project has already hit 2,000+ listeners, 3,800 Spotify streams, and a #1 charting single (“Two Falling Ribbons”). Praised as “a strong storyteller” and delivering a “hypnotic sonic experience”, Liri Dais spans pop, alt-pop, country, and rock — proof that heartfelt songs and future-forward production can thrive together.

Contact: liridaisteam@gmail.com

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