Reckoning of the First Kind

Fading Echoes

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Rollin' and tumblin'

-La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus No3-
Brutalist techno meets cinematic glitch, madness and swagger.
This shit got out of hand.
A dark cinematic techno cut from another dimension —
brutal, stylish, and a little too smooth for its own good.
Glitchwave swagger meets analog decay.
Written, Produced and performed by ZEMANDAN

Lyrics:

His shoes know secrets from foreign floors
Hotel lobbys don’t trust him no more
Passport full of ghosts, stamps like scars
Check-in with a grin, check-out with the stars
Some bellhop said “Yo bro grab your bags”
Next day found strangled - shot three times to the back
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three chalked the scene – heart attack

Needle hums like a chainsaw lullaby
Skin drinks the story, waves a crooked bye
Ink worth more than the skin it rides
Signs with a smirk, mark hides
Front-row sinner with a seaside view
Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood
Breaks the law just for being this smooth
Bar tabs holy, receipts in flames
Neon mercy on a friday crime
Half saint, half payday loan
Counts scars like miles, drinks champagne
Talks in riddles and plays his game
Bent moonlight into knife and sold it twice
Poor bastard fell on the blade 49 times

Pours codeine in a dirty jacuzzi – calls it punch
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three never loses, just redeems
Makes money from others’ dying dreams
Soul on hire, sins on lease

Jailhouse manners and a limousine mood!
Breaks 5 laws for just being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums – I will get you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Sunburnt alibi and a tropical bruise
Smells like money and others bad news
Kicked out twice, showed up again
Taxi confession sings your rearview fate
Red lights season, just another trait
Prison perfume and a court house smoke
Talks in codes that rich men broke
Watch ticks backwards, prays in lowercase
Laws bend, gravity doesn’t dare

Needle hums like a chainsaw cry
Skin drinks the story, waves at the crooked sky
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three smirks, stacking sins on high
Every scar, every laugh, every twisted tie
Mirrors crack, bending all the lies

Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood!
Breaks 4 laws just for being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious de la McJesus number three hums – Will for sure accuse you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Found strangled, shot 3 times to the back
They chalked the scene then marked it as a heart attack
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums through halls
Tiptoes past system, breaks all laws

La’Quantavius No. 3

“Smokey Hornz” by Luke

I figure I’d experiment using my old piano & my old trumpet my old skins and a touch of synth’s ..
it’s definitely a unique  piece

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & trumpet & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Smokey Hornz” by Luke

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Laid out over an endless flat plain of white sand
Comfortable bleaching in the naked Sun
Lean-to's covered with tattered cloth close by
Safety in arms from which you cannot pry

No fever here
Dressing hold tight upon the wounds
There isn't a single square inch to clean
No refuse to collect
no steam, no dunes

Discussion holds no value
Traps are welcomed and sought
My surrounding core is this desolate and hot
A life made to be extant
No thought thrown to future or past
Missing desires and prophecies
to declare or recant

This model has all the gears of a clock
Frame of wire suspending rock
Made as a diagram for young minds
to learn and dissect
The basis of which is incorrect

I haven't been into anything else
Have not been approached by the workings of a similar core
How these nights are all Sun
Encroached by the beautiful poignantly sore
How these comforts I tease are
oblivion of war

I'm etching a new model in this flat taste
The warmth of those arms
with need, shame, necessity 
with greedy intent
I have disgraced

Forgive me this trespass
this torrential waste
July 5, 2025

Orrery

A gentle worship ballad inspired by Psalm 139. Soft piano and acoustic guitar blend with tender vocals to create a peaceful atmosphere of devotion and trust. A heartfelt prayer inviting God to guide, restore, and hold us close. Perfect for quiet moments of reflection, prayer rooms, church worship, or personal time with the Lord.

Performed by: Spirit Sound
Written by: Melinda Klotz Mercer
Label: Spirit Sound Records
Playlist ideas: Morning Worship, Rest in Him, Prayer and Reflection, Christian Calm

No Place Too Far

This song was created and written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, Vocals and music was done by: 
J J Samuel

#EDM #TropicalHouse #Techno #Smooth #PartyReady #FeelGood

“GETAWAY” is a simple Tropical house/SubtleTechno song with heavy bass, Lush pads and bright style synths with Caribbean flare. Sometimes after working for years without a break. You need to split the year up with GETAWAY! ☀️ 😎 🥵 🕺🎶✍️✈️🌍🏝️🩳

GETAWAY!!

“Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.” – Victor Hugo

The older I get, the earlier I seem to wake up every morning, which means I see the sun rise every day. It never gets old. I love the beauty of the sun gently rising, as it slowly erases the dark night sky and paints the blue sky with accents of orange and pink. The birds wake up singing, and nature comes to life again after a night of rest. Every dawn is beautiful, bringing not only the gift of a new day but also hope and wonder at the miracle of it all. While the dark night has a beauty of its own that we sometimes struggle to see, it is the dawn that truly reminds us what a gift it is to be alive.

Waiting For The Dawn

northern lights

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All instruments are real, played by myself. No AI.

Indie, Pop, Folk , Rock, Alternative, Analog.

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Rollin' and tumblin'

Vince

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