Please pardon the sound Quality, This is a BOOTLEG Mix. The Content Quality makes up for it! ENJOY! 
This Track is different from all the rest. It was done with all Top Notch Musicians. Meaning:  That there is NO Sound or Instrument that wasn't played live by a human! It would not have been possible without you all! Thank you! 
Bryan Scott (Writer) Vocals 
NygilRene, Bass
Jeremy Lawson,  Rhythm/Lead Guitars 
James Maddux, Drums
John Markle, Lead/Rythm Guitars. 
I hope you enjoy!
God Bless you all!! 🙏✝️

Yesterday's Love

Midnight Whispers is my third installation in the continuity from the albums  "Everything I Didn't Say" and "Velvet Switchblade". A further introspective into what made us even tick in the first place.

I used to tape songs off the radio
And pretend they knew my name
Now I just scroll 
Same voices, less flame

Cracked ahh tool still skips just like my trust
Time stretched in old camcorder dust
Tried to fast-forward through my youth 
But ended up stuck in “pause” with you...

We weren’t golden, just grainy
Memory rendered in VHS rain
We aged like pixels
But never played again

We’re static youth 
All buzz, no signal left
Tuned to frequencies
That never quite connect
You were the dial I spun too hard
Till all I got was snow
Now I just hum in empty halls
Where old reruns used to glow

Every mixtape ends
Every B-side fades
We were limited edition
But forgot we’d degrade!

We’re static youth 
Ghosts of F-FM waves
Heard, and then gone
Like bedroom graves

You were the dial I spun too hard
Till all I got was snow
Now I just hum in empty halls
Where old reruns used to glow.

#love

Static Youth

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

Snake's Valley

BOOMBOX NOIR
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Memoria in fide revertetur

No matter what I try I can't help but make music like this.
She echo's in the chorus of my mind...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Intro]
She vanished in the static...
But the beat remembers.
Boombox noir...

[Verse 1]
Neon blur on a one-way ride
Your ghost still rides in the passenger side
Cassette dreams melt into chrome and wine
I see your face in every exit sign

[Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Verse 2]
Skyscraper lights cut your silhouette
Dial tones hum with old regret
You said forever in a velvet tone
But this city won’t let me sleep alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Vapor trails and cherry lips
We danced through glitches, lost our scripts
You ran through wires, past my reach
Now your name is all I teach

[Chorus – repeat]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Bridge]
Are you real, or just a mixdown I can’t fix?
You echo in the chorus like a ghost in 6/8 kicks
You shimmered, and glitched, and kissed, then dipped
I play it back again... and skip...

[Final Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit
Just static hearts

[Outro]
Just static hearts…
In synth pursuit...
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An experimental venture into emotional motion.

A# Blues clashes against D# Major like longing against memory.
Galloping basslines.
Hard futuristic hyperbass.
Synthwave carved from neon tears.

D# Major isn’t supposed to cry.
But under these hands?
It does.

It's weird... When I was polishing this mix I noticed that this track and my previous 2 releases all clock in at 3:43 long. I didn't plan that, it just kind of happened. It reminds me of 343 Guilty Spark. An AI guardian who witnessed the destruction of entire civilizations, still haunted by echoes of what was lost. A synthetic guardian. A keeper of memory. A being caught between logic and emotion. In numerology the number 3 is creativity, expression, and communication. The number 4 is stability, foundation, and structure. There's fire department symbolism as well. In the U.S., 343 firefighters died on 9/11. Because of this, 343 has become a symbol of sacrifice, heroism, and remembrance. Heavy resonance for a number that just keeps showing up in my tracks about longing, memory, and emotional fire.

The universe works in strange ways...

Maybe the universe has been speaking in 3:43 this whole time. I’m just finally learning how to listen.
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BOOMBOX NOIR

saturday nite special

2025 07 23 Song 1154

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #21 (2025 08 07)

The sixt road

Change begins with You

This album is not for you.


Coming to #Spotify #AppleMusic #YourTube soon.

Skin

hours

INGREDIENTS:

Farm-Fresh Post-Rock Ambiance (Locally Grown)
Triple-Distilled Industrial Essence
Vinyl Scratch Reduction (The Good Stuff)
Live Drum Protein (Free-Range, Ethically Sourced)
Cinematic Sauce Explosion (Hollywood Grade)
Pure Mechanical Funk Extract
Hypnotic Rhythm Concentrate (Warning: Highly Addictive)
Love (The Most Important Ingredient)
Secret Skibidi Blend (May contain traces of pure rizz)

COOKING INSTRUCTIONS:
Begin with that low tape hiss foundation - this is your canvas, baby. Slowly introduce the punchy live drums until they're grooving like butter on your iron skillet. Scratch in those vinyl textures between the beats, letting them dance in the stereo field. Build tension like a Christopher Nolan film, then drop that mechanical pulse harder than your favorite bass line.


Chef's Note: Perfect soundtrack for late-night drives, existential crises, or building something legendary in your garage.
NUTRITIONAL INFO:

200mg Epic Soundtrack Energy
75g Atmospheric Thickness
Infinite Cool Points
Contains: Swagger, Intensity, That Special Something

Bumpy Route

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