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DR ZEMA

DARKPSY

I En Loop feat Clive G & LizzaH

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

/сказка о потерянном мальчике - давно стала реальностью../
tell me...
Do you fly in your dreams as well?

lost boy..

such..
your eternal choice..

your wish came true.. -

not knowing prohibitions -
to walk barefoot..
along the edge of the sky

and lie on the clouds...

tease boldly. death is an adventure for you

..
you know - how
boys get lost...

and a scary fairy tale
- reality
- to stay on the island..

where they become pirates
or - learn - to fly!

and the sky is sad
and the stars are silent..

and you are somewhere -
there is no other way..

you will return,
but you will not stay..

and someone will wait
for you.

Peter

do you have the keys to the sky

tell me
where are you flying?

I believe -
that I was only delayed on the way...

but the stars are silent..

you are -

there is no other way..

Peter...

- you are running from love..
played too much.
to forget,
how you were betrayed...

you think that you are brave,

but you do not save yourself...

and time flies...

flies
after you - without knowing the count,
and the world changes..

and you are still the same..

you dream that they will find..
but pain and fear are stronger..

and
fly away
with the Fairy...
losing in
your illusion...

Peter!
where are you...
flying....
to the second star
on the right
and so on until the morning!

until the morning...



скажи ...
во сне ты тоже летаешь ..?

потерянный мальчик..

такой..
выбор вечный твой..

сбылось
желание.. -

запретов не зная -
ходить босиком ..
по неба краю

и на облаках лежать…

дразнить дерзко. смерть -
тебе приключенье

..
ты знаешь - как
мальчики теряются…

и страшная сказка
- реальность
- на острове остаться..

где становятся пиратами
либо -
учатся - летать!

и небо в печали
и звёзды молчат ..

и ты где то есть -
по другому никак ..

ты вернёшься
но не останешься..

и будет кто то ждать
тебя.

Питэр

ты от неба имеешь ключи

скажи
куда ты летишь?

верю -
что
лишь
задержался в пути...

но звёзды молчат ..

ты есть -

по другому никак..

Питэр ...

- бежишь от любви ..
заигрался.
чтоб забыть
как предали …

думаешь смелый

но не спасаешь себя ...

и летит время ...

летит
за тобой-
не зная счёта
и мир меняется..

а ты всё такой..

мечтаешь чтоб нашли..
но боль и страх сильней ..

и
улетаешь
с Феей...
теряясь в
иллюзии своей…

Питэр!
где ты ...
летишь....
ко второй звезде
справа
и так до самого утра!

до самого утра...

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

What if love had better timing? This emotional Country ballad explores the heartbreak of “almost” — the connection that could have changed everything if life had just lined up. If We Met Tomorrow tells the story of two people who crossed paths too early, wondering what could’ve been if fate had waited just a little longer. With heartfelt vocals, soft harmonies, and a cinematic rise in emotion, it captures that lingering ache of missed chances and the hope that maybe someday… the stars will align.

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Lyrics
If We Met Tomorrow

We crossed paths in the wrong season
Right hearts, but the wrong reason
You had dreams pullin’ you away
I had miles I couldn't stay

Laughed like we'd known each other for years
We both new it was there but had our fears
Should of spoke up, because it was clear
It was a moment that could of built all of our years (oooh)

We were meant to be you an me could feel
Should of spoken up I knew it was real

If we met tomorrow, would you stay?
Would we run, or would we change our ways?
Would the stars line up, would the timing be right?
Would we hold on instead of sayin' goodbye?
If we met tomorrow would you stay?
Would we run, or would we change our ways?
Would the stars line up, would the timing be right?
Would we hold on instead of sayin' goodbye?
If we met tomorrow instead of that day
Would we still walk away?

It's been on rewind in my mind
Given another chance, you'd be my find
Your face appears in the crowd as I walk along
Can you feel me looking, I could of belonged

God may of had different plans
They weren't mine I reach with empty hands
(Male Vocal 2 joins in soft harmony)
Given another chance I would change Gods plans
Your hands would be in mine, I'd be your biggest fan

If we met tomorrow, would you stay?
Would we find the words we couldn’t say?
Would the stars line up, would the timing be right?
Would we hold on instead of sayin' goodbye?
If we met tomorrow instead of that day...
Would we still walk away?

If we met tomorrow...
Would we still walk away?

Keywords
emotional country ballad, what if love, missed chances, better timing, heartfelt vocals, soft harmonies, cinematic rise, almost love story, country heartbreak, fate and timing, lingering ache, stars will align, love that could be, country love song, love and regret

#countrymusic #countryballad #heartbreaksong #moderncountry #countrylove #emotionallyrics #countryduet #softvocals #acousticcountry #cinematiccountry #regretandlove #countryromance #countryharmonies #slowcountry

If We Met Tomorrow

If We Met Tomorrow — Would We Still Walk Away or Hold On This Time

Demo-Track🎶🎧
Bittersweet tune...forget your worries and live today...joyful singalong song..sit back and relax..
enjoy!
All instruments, Programming, Vocals: Hubert Stytz
Lyrics :  Brian G. Graf
Add. Lyrics: Pee Gee

Lyrics

Don´t take yourself too serious
Don´t matter anyhow
Can´t keep on cryin`
About things you´ve done before
Just close your eyes and drift away
And say hello..to another day

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another (day)................

Although it doesn´t seem real fair
I happens anyway
You lose a friend
Dont´t know 
To just forget or really care

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another..........................

Do something wrong 
Go the bad way
Or take a break, relax, sit back
And watch the sun go down

Today is a day....and tomorrow is another...........................

Just close your eyes and drift away
And say hello...to another day

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another.............................

Today New Session Mix  ,  Hubert Stytz, Brian  G. Graf

This is an acoustic jam of the idea. Original track is here:
https://on.soundcloud.com/7vFx9WxImqCzzUKcQq

Notes
I'm thinking of the mentalists who fascinate me in this tune as well as other things. The idea of neuroplasticity and actually wiring your brain towards a path that offers content feelings by releasing negativity just by intending it or doing the same conversely if that's your frame of mind. There lies Einstein's famous quote, "The most important decision you will make is whether you live in a hostile universe"
We decide how we feel about everything and those decisions are what let them effect our mindset either positively or negatively. I used to look at that quote as having your head in the sand on reality and that maybe thinking like that didn't factor in other people's suffering properly. But I think I get it how he meant it now. No matter what is happening that's not in your control.. You still decide what your mindset is whether it's about a war or a relationship with one other human. They can both profoundly effect you if you let them. But maybe his point is it doesn't matter what the reality is that you are processing, you still chose to manifest it in a positive or negative manner as only you can build your own mindset and only you can control whatever level of connectivity you have with that other human or that war you may be in our not... Both scenarios can suck and be a challenge but the true power is being at peace with what you do control, your own brain...

Derren Browne and Keith Barry are two great mind specialists worth a rabbit hole each.

I don't believe  what they have discovered and teach has to end with enjoying them as entertainment. We can be that if we learn our own versions of what they've found and get that positive for own own beings. It's all about mind set, not magic... It is more control over the universe of neurons we all have inside our skulls. The stuff we can and should learn to control because then we move towards the greater good with common sense


432 A - EADGAD - 96 bpm

Lyrics
One can never know
Ones suffering
It might not show
You might just get a glow & a grin

Brave faces found
We know deep down
Their light flickers sound
Pain as Earth pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds ...

So give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
Give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace of it

Then it gets hard
Untenable
We disconnect
We end this fake mirrored show
We sleep
We wake
Hands tied
Joints and pills to take
We're trying to feel alive
May we all survive

Oh give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
I'll be your devil drain
Let it out to cease your sore
Lets find peace for more

Give me your Pain

/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

Head on the table

ALL YOU NEED

Morning Sun in My Mind.wav

In a world that seems to be drifting further from compassion and truth, “Our Own Normality” tells the story of two people who quietly resist the chaos. It’s not about trying to go back to the past — it’s about choosing to live right now with kindness, honesty, and love, even when the world doesn’t. Inspired by the quiet strength passed down through generations, this song is a reminder that values aren’t old-fashioned — they’re just rare. Set against a soft, emotional piano backdrop, the voice is close and human — not perfect, but true. This ballad speaks for anyone who still believes in doing right by each other, even when no one’s watching. It’s personal. It’s modern. It’s not nostalgia — it’s real life, built on something that still matters. And for those who’ve found someone to walk with through that kind of world, this song is for you.

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Lyrics
Our Own Normality

They say to live a normal life — but what does that mean?
I see a world without feelings, don't seem to share.
No two faces look the same, no one stops to care,
But I’ve got you — and that feels rare.

Normal used to be kindness, Dad would say,
Telling the truth and living the right way.
The world has changed its way
We can always hold each other, we can always share

You will walk beside me through life, your hand in mine
We will write our own story and be a guiding light
The world will spin, it might not see
This love of ours will always be on display

Normal used to be kindness, Dad would say,
Telling the truth and living the right way.
The world has changed its way
We can always hold each other, we can always share

We’ll live our life, let the world just see,
Our love for each other — a light they need.
If we are kind and caring in all we do,
Maybe the world will learn from me and you.

Normal used to be kindness, Dad would say,
Telling the truth and living the right way.
The world has changed its way
We can always hold each other, we can always share

Keywords
soulful ballad, emotional piano, quiet resistance, modern love, honest connection, rare values, compassionate truth, doing right, human voice, still believe, not nostalgia, built on kindness, love that lasts, walk together, real life

#soulmusic #rnbmusic #soulful #vocalmusic #indiemusic #newartist #slowjam #classicSoul #rnbnewmusic #soulnewmusic #traditionalfolk #countryfolk #folkrock #bluegrass #musictok

Our Own Normality

Our Own Normality - We still live with love in a world that forgot how

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

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Hey, friend, sit close, let dark fade
Drop your burdens, let night slip away

Cold creeps near, with whispers of pain
We’ll stand firm, through heavy rain

Road’s cut deep, dreams worn thin
Each mark a story of where we’ve been

Hey, friend, we’ve outrun the load
Steps echo loud, on this road

Hey Friend

Verse1 
What is life: one loses, another wins
And you immerse yourself in an ocean of sins

Verse 2
Now you've lost this game and are in despair.
And here and there, temptations are just in the air.

Chorus:
So you want to get some relaxation
And now you're  captivated by temptations
Forgetting everything, you begin to sin,
Breaking all the righteous ways now
No more variations in this situation
Lost your soul with no way to go.

Verse 3
You chase the light but still fall into the night
But something deep inside still yearns to find the light

Chorus:
Lost in the excess of sensual pleasure
Where there is no limit and no measure
You sell your soul for gold
But all you get is cold
Illusions shimmer, then fade somehow
And no destination in this revelation
Trapped inside with nowhere to go

Verse 4
It’s hard to see what’s real and what’s a disguise
But truth still lives beneath the surface of lies

Chorus 3:
I'm tired of being constantly deceived
But from the problems I have once received
And in this perception
Of naked truth and deception
We all just still live in this world.
So my life's conception
In this combination
Is that not all that glitters is gold.

Temptation

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

“Like No One Before (Heart and Soul, Yours)” is a heartfelt Soul/R&B ballad written and produced by Keith Jones (Jonesy200). This emotional demo captures the raw push-pull of love after heartbreak — a man torn between fear and hope as he steps toward something real. Every word reflects the vulnerability of giving your heart again, when it’s already been broken before. With smooth R&B tones and soulful melodic phrasing, this track is a powerful offering for any vocalist who can bring emotional honesty to the mic. All songs by Jonesy200 are original and fully licensed for artist performance. No AI lyrics. No fake streams. Just truth, melody, and purpose. Ready for the right voice to make it real.

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Keywords
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Like No One Before

Like No One Before - Heart and Soul, Yours

Where We Belong

[Intro]
It's not about going fast
it's just—a past to pass

[Verse 1]
The now's not a stone to pocket
but a light-foot touch on grass
time is not a rope to hold
just a breath of smoke
we let pass

[Chorus]
We live in peace
not chasing what's gone
not fearing what's near
just breathing
where we belong

[Verse 2]
The hills don't rush to speak
they echo
when they will
we stay here
still
we stay still

[Chorus]
We live in peace
not chasing what's gone
not fearing what's near
just breathing
where we belong

[Bridge]
Let it come
let it go
let the wind
be what we know

[Final Chorus]
We live in peace
not chasing what's gone
not needing to know
just breathing
where we belong

[Outro]
Just breathing—
where we belong
just breathing—
where we belong

Where We Belong

VULTURE by Nova J

Bitch I see you, yes I do
Your entitled attitude
You so petty, full of hatred
Scavenging oh you so shameless

You think I don’t know (ooo)
You a sneaky hoe (ooo)
Pack your shit and go (ooo)
Leave my studio (ooo)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)

You circlin’ close, smellin’ death
Talkin’ sweet with toxic breath
Fake concern, fake regret
But you just waitin’ for what’s left

You think I don’t know (ooo)
You a sneaky hoe (ooo)
Pack your shit and go (ooo)
Leave my studio (ooo)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)

Vulture. (Yeah, I said it.)
Vulture. (Best forget it.)
Vulture. (You thought you’d win it)
Vulture. (It’s time to quit it.)

Bitch I see you, yes I do
(Your entitled attitude)
You so petty, full of hatred
(Scavenging oh you so shameless)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)

Vulture

from the 'Lektraphase' album:
https://sparkybonehead.bandcamp.com/album/lektraphase

Lektraphase

Lektraphase 22

[Intro: Female Choir]
Kan ha diskan
En noz teñval
Aveliou kreñv
Gwagenn er c'hal
Douar koz
Maouez ar c'hleuz
Kanit
Kanit
Ar vuhez ne c'hollez

[Verse 1]
Eus an draonienn
Skleur ar stered
Bemdez nevez
Ha gouelioù kaled
Me soñj e Breizh
Ma c'halon a glemm
Douar ar gevred
Ma c'hwezh en he fenn

[Prechorus]
Dindan an oabl glas ha sklêr
Ema Breizh
Ma mamm
Ma tadoù gwer

[Chorus: Female Vocals]
Breizh
Breizh
Ma digor kalon
An heol o sevel
An heol o vont don
Breizh
Breizh
Ma soñj ennon bepred
Distroit da'm c'halon
Ne vo ket dilezet

[Verse 2]
Menezioù drouklaz
Beajoù divoas
Kan ar mor
Er c'hlazenn dorn las
Ma selaou ar c'hleier
Ma selaou ar galv
Breizh
Ma c'halon
En noz a zo brav

[Bridge: Female Choir & Vocals]
Kanomp holl
Kanomp Breizh
Ar c'hoadoù don
Ar mor sklaer bleiz
Kanomp
Kanomp
Ar vuhez a gan
E Breizh gozh
Ma c'halon ne dremen

Breizh

#Storytelling #Gothvibes #Ruminator #Deep #Emotions #KiiMA

Ruminator

below sunset7.13.25

****

I hear silence..
and in its captivity...
it seems - I know who's next..

you think..
this loss is mine,
that I couldn't help you..

you opened the doors anyway..

and.

I see...
how - pain already wears
your perfume..
walks dangerously nearby..

wrapped in velvet comfort..
but you can't be saved..

let.
my words sound
like dusty confessions..
in a jukebox
- which spins the truth in a circle..
seems boring..
its aromas come,
when -
you break..

yes.
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you
and all the words became wind
on it
moral treatises burn brightly..

survivor there -
hears the whisper of ashes
like
loud - memory..
when urban fantasy - ends..

you don't know yet -
at top speed
can't get closer..
illusion-
closes the eyes of the truth..
and the pauses between phrases will become caustic -
when I -
name this pain -
you won't believe
that nothing can break a sentence..

you think..
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you...

at a great distance
it takes hellish patience..
to see..
how softly freedom breaks
those who are not ready for it..

and then...
decide to change your past
like broken glass..

and you want to close this door..
and erase the love of the letter..

but now.

you think,
it's my loss -
that I couldn't help you.

and I see how pain already permeates your scent,
but you can't be saved....
can't be saved....

****

слышу тишину..
ии в её плену... 
кажется - знаю кто следущий..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь - мой
что не вышло тебе помочь ..

ты всё равно открыла двери..

и. 
я вижу...
как — боль уже носит 
твои духи..
ходит рядом опасно.. 
завёрнутая в комфорта бархат..
но тебя не спасти ..

пусть.
звучат мои слова 
как пыльные признания..
в музыкальном автомате
- который по кругу.. правду вращает ..
она скучной кажется ..
её ароматы приходят
когда -
разбиваешься..

да.
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь 
и все слова ветром стали
на нём 
ярко горят трактаты о морали ..

выживший там — 
слышит шёпот пепла
как 
громкое - воспоминание..
когда городское фэнтези - кончается..

ещё не знаешь -
на запредельной скорости
сближаться нельзя..
иллюзия-
закрывает правде глаза ..
и колкими станут паузы между фраз -
когда я -
назову эту боль - 
ты не поверишь 
что ничем не разорвать приговор ..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь...

на длинной дистанции 
нужно терпение адское..
чтоб видеть ..
как мягко ломает свобода
тех кто не готов к ней..

потом ...
решишь изменить своё прошлое 
как битое стекло ..
острое..

захочешь закрыть ту дверь ..
и любовные письма стереть..

но теперь:

думаешь 
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь.

и я вижу как боль уже носит твои духи
но тебя не спасти....
не спасти....

Let.

A haunting orchestral piece, evoking death’s chilling grip and fateful dread.

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French touch (remaster)

This is a remix of GTA originally made by Kennedy Wilde.Hope you like this one.

Kennedy Wilde - GTA (Remix by Pop House Production)

Froid Mortel Familier

This is as far from the comfort zone I have been-EVER

Vocals: Zemandan feat Astrid Solvrid

Forever the Flame

Dark Orchestral Mayhem Drenched in Black Metal Vibes

Berliner Black Requiem

A 2025 anthem blending psytrance, dubstep, and darkwave with a cyberpunk edge. "I Shred the Dark" pulses with massive kicks, wobbling bass, and Vangelis-inspired arpeggios. Glitchy vocal chops and granular synths meet poetic darkness dressed in Zemandan's defiant wit. Pure dark sexy dancefloor dominance. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:

Discovery’s our fight, it’s why we’re free,
Truth’s the spark, for you and me.

Seek the light through ash and scorn.

No pawn of fate, I slash the shroud,
Truth’s wine for drunks, I burn their doubt.

Discovery’s our war, in truth’s wild blaze,
Seize life’s thorns, their untamed craze.

Seize life’s thorn, its venom, its spark.

No pawn of fate, I shred the dark,
Truth’s blaze burns, I’m forever heard.

I Shred The Dark

ZEMANDAN's cover of Thai reggae classic - Job2Do's Do Ther Tum
If you enjoy, PLEASE hit Like, Repost, and Follow ✨🙏🤝

Do Ther Tum

Anyone who can tell what the song title reference to?

F'd Like Taylor Rain

Two Four Niner

🔥 F'd Like Taylor Rain — the sexy raw, unfiltered new release from ZEMANDAN.
Dive into a dark, pulsating fusion of tech house and psytrance, packed with heavy bass, sharp beats, and hypnotic synths. This track is designed to cut through the noise and hit you where it counts.

🎧 Ready to lose yourself in an underground soundscape? Stream now and experience the edge.

⚡️ Love the vibe? Support the music and keep the creative fire burning — buy me a coffee: buymeacoffee.com/daniiosdikd ☕️ Every cup fuels the beats and powers new tracks.

📅 Released 2025 | Label: Zemandan Records

Music: ZEMANDAN
Vocals: Astrid Solvrid

Lyrics:

Velvet night, I disappear  
Skin still hum, though soul unclear  

Cut through noise, I slip between  
Nothing’s pure and nothing’s clean  
Touched and held, i can't complain 
Quite alright but not the same
 
Mirror eyes, reflect the ache  
Dreams on loop I can't unmake  
Pulled by rhythm, caught in sound  
Fall so deep I can’t be found  

Tell me lies with grace and bite 
Dance me closer to the night  

Cut through noise, I drift unseen
Nothing’s pure and nothing’s clean
Wired tight with phantom pain
It’s all fucked, like Taylor Rain

Whispers crawl beneath my skin  
Soft as silk, sharp as sin  
Not my choice  to be reborn  
Halfway bent but not yet torn

Silhouettes in fever blur  
I forget who we once were  

Cut through noise, I drift unseen
Nothing’s pure and nothing’s clean
Wired tight with phantom pain
It’s all fucked, like Taylor Rain

Silk And Shadow

Just Listen-You'll like! Trust me! I'm a Doctor! Sort of... 🤔😛

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Psilencio Lux [Dark Filthy Psytrance]

based on real events
it doesn't matter if it was a long time ago or recently - but it definitely happened.
and something is happening right now ..
основанно на реальных событиях
будь то очень давно или недавно - но это определенно произошло.
а что-то происходит прямо сейчас