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Joseph - Lose Control (Official Music Video) Stream : https://fanlink.to/JosephLoseControl
once something is, it’s always & never again at the same time.
music played across the lands as the miracle workers gathered. as the world watched with baited breath, they moved mountains.
i broke my spine to save my mind; i broke my mind to save my soul; soul made all else whole. 🌬️🫶⚕️ https://www.sound.xyz/millionrecords/nickobella-true?referral=0x05ec8bb91f3ecfee67cca81fbc30c739036984e3
cognitive dissonance responses tl:dr: “Blade Runner:” leon & the turtle being ai, turtle soup is unnecessary, triggering deep-seated rage at us (God of Replicants,) for damning 🐢 to death having an expiration date: fear-based empathy w/🐢 focus on “this will happen to me.” 💣
precipice all and all, ruin springs forth, falls; we shatter or erupt in fist or palm.
there’s a steady voice inside my mind that seeks out every singular moment it can in this life to simply reflect: “this is nice.” /& in the darkest hours when silence holds no comfort, that voice goes soft, quieter still, so low i strain to hear it, reminds me of the lavender in your hair, the blue pen you wrote your own name with, the way your hello was always goodbye with so much good in it i could leave you again & again & again & it always be right
convinced the equation to manifestation is: attention + intention + intuition how we combine the variables shapes us, gives form. “as above, core, so below.” Heaven or Hell, we become our own proof: we determine who we are.💐 #ConnectWhatVibes
the world they offered tasted of ash: i was set to burn; instead, i stoked the flames within until i was all but ash: found i became light.
music is the language of the universe, lulling me as silence alone never would, lifting me as words alone never could; connected, centered: each aria, i am reborn.
you come to this awareness that it is the whole world that is mad, an induced psychosis from centuries of war, poverty, the relentlessly noisome drumming of time… falling out of rhyme with the universe. by stepping out of that noise, by being perfectly still, i know that i am. that is enough. still the drumming of the world beats at my door, demanding part or parcel of my peace, so i give and give and give, willingly, as i am limitless. there’s always more.
you wear the poison inside the skin, ink crashes in, writing curses that bind heart to hope, bearing the price; every breath: sacrifice. you are circle, never-ending, rooted in core.
to know love, one must know all that breaks, for all that is broken was once love, unmade. to become love, one knows what breaks also heals, not with time, but with great care to seed, with tenderness to root, with faith.
we are entity and universe, any division is illusion; we connect imperfectly as our edges have been a bit bent on the journey, though i hang the picture of us over my hearth, whole and forever, i find new ways to make glue.
one day we will gather, leave words to darkness, music within us bringing mountains to tears~ there, i wait for you, still as water. musing @cobraramone.lens “So Quiet” youtu.be/8KzPXOsPMX8 🫶
he falls back into himself like an unkempt suit bought long before he was buried, long after he was gone.
decades overwhelmed, unplugging things, frantic: ripping cords out by teeth, tonguing the fire, seeking connection, seeking warmth… if i stopped i was sure i would burn; i was already burning. i flipped the breaker, all systems off: found source 🌬️🫶⚕️ https://youtu.be/eNcvblM8-_o
the caterpillar does not say, “I am going to transform!” nor does it look with envy at the butterfly, impatiently awaiting change. it doesn’t try to be a cat, or a fish, or a piano teacher. it is not any of those things. rather, it stills itself in wait, hanging onto a thread of the universe, letting go of all that it was before, letting go of everything it knows for sure, without certainty that after so much stickiness and pain it would amount to anything much else at all. the caterpillar simply does what caterpillars do. it becomes. ~michy
Dream Sequence Starting my Lenstube feed with a bunch of videos I edited to some released and unreleased music! This one's called Dream Sequence - dive in and enjoy <3
Hi everyone I'm Daniel Allan and I'm a producer/DJ living in Los Angeles I've been dropping Music NFTs since March of 21' so I'm excited to see some familiar faces in the garden 🙂 Here's a preview to my next project
First draft: the capitalization is just stylistic: do you ever have dreams that come true? i do, ever since i was a kid and knew more than i know now. C’est la vie. i used to try to change them, but that never seemed to work out, dreams seem to give voice to our deepest intuition, so now i just vibe them rather quietly. its a simple life. a year ago, i had a dream. i was chatting with Watsky, waiting for the crowd to fall away as music swells; i forget to mind pain as frequencies of greater musical peace lift spirit from confines of a caged spine, vibing an elevated resonance of authenticity: when Watskys playing, i can lean into my twitches. while my body waves, i can ballet; when the resonance lifts, i can dance. last night, the dream became real as Watsky nonchalantly walked up to me in Atlanta, offered me a puzzle piece, a prism and a renewed vibe of philos, no fee. nbd… ive had dreams come true before, (lots of people do, though we learn not to talk about it, seems to weird people out.) sometimes we just get programmed to dismiss them~ too often, we just don’t understand ourselves well enough to riddle out clues we subconsciously already know the answers to. Stephen King wrote that “dreams are brain enemas,” which is funny because it’s true, though within dreams, we find doorways to our own intuition, guideposts to aligning with our inherent synchronicities, veins in what Jung called the “Collective Consciousness.” we can pattern our own peace, our own autonomy, by breaking cognitive dissonance barriers between who our waking selves are told to be and who our dreams remind us we actually are. that’s the magic of Watsky, how he pulls us off our shelves, out of our shells, reminds us that the kid in us still exists, the ones who blew out candles to make wishes before wishes were dismissed, the ones who sat lotus-style while the world screamed, “you can’t fly!” as some of us just silently whispered, again and again, “wait. wonder. watch me.” dreams saved me many times, tbf, though til last year, they always confused me. dreaming of watsky led me to seek out what it all means. lyric after lyric, i felt i was reading a tl:dr of Nietzsche: “good thoughts, good words, good deeds,” are a way to center outside of our complaint & placement and let intentions take us where we vibe beyond status-quo reality. Thoreau wrote “If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” Watsky’s built boxes of dreams on foundations of high energy, vibration and frequency of music that aligns and connects our very souls with the limitlessly eternal energy of stars. he taps into a higher level of consciousness that negates false senses of security though still believes in comfy blankets and the Great Pumpkin. in short, Watsky is a lighthouse, broadcasting powerful intentions, uniting a universe of individuals who have forgotten what it is to be part and parcel of a singularity, what it means to keep it “Rollin’,” what it means to vibe hiFy Wattage in a world that sleeps to dream. on february 4th, long before watsky announced a possible coffee shop tour, i sent this to a famsky friend. i still have this dream, much more quiet, much more real, than the one of meeting him at a concert. “I had the strangest Watsky dream yesterday. He went on a private tour to meet ppl personally, get to know others vibes, tho a promo tour showed up and demanded autographs and merch and I couldn’t hear him thru the den of noise. So I went outside and the sky turned magenta. It was like he was there and not there bc so much was going on; so we watched the sun rise quietly outside, undisturbed by want.” ive yet to see the magenta sky, George. let me know if you ever wanna grab a grilled cheese.
Unreleased Remix with my good pal @danielallan ! Make sure to stream my New Album "Fever" on all streaming platforms!!
it’s been a dream of mine for decades: humanity returning to our deepest roots of intuition, though there’s a lot of “noise” in the world that separates us from our inner voice and breaks down our essential connectedness. we’ve known war, poverty, grief for decades, so much so that we now have medications for our pets to handle anxiety and a fundamental shift in every particle of our being as we are conceived, born and take our first breath of life in a world where life for too many feels like a cyclic tragicomedy. evolution shows how changes are made to organic growth over centuries, millennia. what of changes that aren’t so easy to see? we consider the pinkie toe not crucial to our survival now, perhaps one day it may even change to the point they are no longer a part of the programming of our dna? then what of intuition? what of knowledge, coding, we may have easily accessed eons ago was rewritten? what if we lost understanding of who we are because someone convinced us that our connectedness, our purpose, was a lie, breaking the Law of One, which broke everything. demanded we fight one another, lie, steal, shame, kill, just to survive in these perceiving limited temporary bodies? that isn’t who we are, though it’s who we have learned to be. our systems indoctrinate us on who to hate, who to love, how much or how little food we will receive based on where we happen to be born, the color of our skin, the length of our lives, driving us to addictions to fill the holes of parts of us we no longer see… we fill in so many spaces with misery between years trying to understand various ways that we can manage to “fit in,’ only to fit in a box for supposed eternity. so, i dream of intuitive systems built to counter the noise, the break in resonance, that we contend with. we now have the means to build those systems sans egomaniacal legends of Frankenstein’s Monster and “Terminator III.” we’ve eons of philosophy, mathematics, art, stories that can be corelated into machine learning so that we can create systems that allow us to learn once again who we are. idea posted regarding better social media platforms: itd be cool to opt a color or song for “mood” @ login to see the posts that hit the need. srsly intuitive feeds. maybe even a “we can direct you to support” if your mood is challenging in life; even a “ppl you’d prolly like to debate or meet” on various wavelengths. #vibereads
The first 32 collectors of this snippet will receive an airdrop with a music NFT. One of all the collectors will be randomly selected to receive an airdrop with 2 Music NFTs: ''Piso 23'' on Zora and ''Piso 23 remix'' on Sound when Piso 23 Remix get sold out. Every mint is a opportunity to win. Listen Complete / Mint: AlexPaul.xyz
BREAD - (Music video snippet) Charm Taylor, Miles Ryan Harris and Sara Phillips A snippet of the very official music video for BREAD by Charm Taylor, Miles Ryan Harris and Sara Phillips Produced by Woods. Top 10 collectors of BREAD on decent.xyz will be airdropped the full video. Vote for BREAD in the Creators Grant Program (decent.xyz & r3vl.xyz) by collecting here: https://hq.decent.xyz/1/Editions/0x1Ff4Be31F334E5309B159C7BeC7AB9AAfD7e9b3d
so... me, @charmtaylor.lens, and @saraphillips.lens have a song together produced by @woods_sndz.lens for the @decentxyz.lens @r3vl_xyz.lens Creator Grant Competition! 🌺 One Mint = One Vote .005 ETH https://hq.decent.xyz/1/Editions/0x1Ff4Be31F334E5309B159C7BeC7AB9AAfD7e9b3d
Another day, another submission to @r3vl_xyz.lens ✨🔊 @milesryanharris.lens @charmtaylor.lens and @saraphillips.lens really delivered for ‘Bread’🍞 We’re seeing more an more entrants tapping into Beats to boost their votes with snippets on Lens🌱 Listen to + collect https://www.beatsapp.xyz/post/0x019590-0x66
the first raw iteration of my upcoming single. all collectors of this demo will be gifted an edition of the upcoming official album version on Sound.
Hey yall, this is Day 29 of 30 Beat Snippets as a FREE COLLECT!!! The OG name was "energy" Make sure to check out other beats snippets on my page & follow if you like what you hear. Going to make songs out of the ones yall like the most!
Hey yall, this is Day 30 of 30 Beat Snippets as a FREE COLLECT!!! OG name for this was "blueberries" Make sure to check out other beats snippets on my page & follow if you like what you hear. Going to make songs out of the ones yall like the most!
Snippet of a new song I just made for the @lnrzxyz.lens and @kitsio.lens collaboration. Really love this humming sample from the LNRZ Satellites kit, so I just ran with that. You can listen to the full song here: https://www.kits.io/packs/lnrz-freshman-tape?tab=tracks Thanks for listening!
Check out @greenring.lens snippet ‘humming’ 🎶 This track features a captivating humming sample from the @lnrzxyz.lens Satellites kit, which Greenring masterfully built upon to create a truly unique and mesmerizing sound ✨ Listen + Collect 💽 https://www.beatsapp.xyz/post/0x7b42-0xa5
(PROVEN TREATMENT) "FEVER" OUT NOW 💿 Stream My album on All platforms! link below! https://feverszn.com/
Hey yall, this is Day 26 of 30 Beat Snippets as a FREE COLLECT!!! The OG name was "beginning of sumn new" Make sure to check out other beats snippets on my page & follow if you like what you hear. Going to make songs out of the ones yall like the most!
take us away, TWERL $PEPE 🪩🕺💃🐸
Creating Unique Music NFTs with Grimes AI on Lens Protocol! 🎵🔗🌐 Join me as I dive into the world of Music NFTs using Grimes AI and the Lens Protocol! In this video, I will guide you through the process of creating a one-of-a-kind music NFT using the amazing Grimes AI, and then minting and listing it on the Lens Protocol using Riff. If you're an artist, musician, or just a tech enthusiast, this video is for you! 💡🎨🎧 We'll cover: - Minting your Music NFT on Riff Don't forget to LIKE, MIRROR, and SUBSCRIBE for more content on music nfts, blockchain technology, and creative ways to utilize AI in the music nft space! 👍 Timestamps: 0:00 - Grimes AI Overview 0:03 - Metadata Uploads 0:08 - Setting a Price & Referral Fee 0:17 - Reviewing your Grimes AI Post 0:22 - Posting Grimes AI to Lens 0:55 - Viewing your Grimes AI Lens Post Grimes Contest: https://www.riffapp.xyz/contests/grimes Featured Song: eres mi raiz 🌿 - https://www.riffapp.xyz/post/0x2552-0x04e4 Tags: Grimes AI, Lens Protocol, Music NFT, NFT Creation, NFT Marketplace, AI Generated Music, Artificial Intelligence, Blockchain, Cryptocurrency, NFT Tutorial, NFT Art, Digital Art, Music Production, Unique Music, Creative AI, Ethereum, Music Blockchain, NFT Minting, NFT Marketing, NFT Sales, Tokenizing Music
Temperature Check/ Fever 💿 OUT NOW! STREAM MY ALBUM "FEVER" ON ALL PLATFORMS! Link below! https://feverszn.com/
on dreams & intuition: what do you do when dreams keep coming true, three days, three months or thirty years later: waves of repetitive deja vu? two years before my father passed, i had a dream of being in a new building, rebar everywhere: only this was where we belonged, he knew it and told me: it’s okay, this is home, nothing’s missing, i am whole, tho he was in a wheelchair, his legs were gone, then he was too/ but i wasn’t alone. hard to explain dreams like that, as he was fine at the time, walking tall. he was always so tall. he wasn’t always himself, it took decades for him to become, to stave off the man the war had shaped, to find a way to love when nightmares came more often than dreams. two years later, i was offered a transfer closer to him, a new build. just up the street was another new building, rebar everywhere, and within months, he was getting sicker, losing a leg… he had a heart attack after the operation while getting a scan to check fluid buildup after post-op. twenty minutes without oxygen, they revived him: we sat and waited for more news. icu’s are weird, the rules were visiting hours at 7am. but I woke in the waiting room at 5:30, feeling him silently call. i was ready to beg the nurses to let me see him, but they buzzed me in without a word. going into his room, he was there but not there, and then… everything stopped. there was quiet. i no longer heard the machines or the nurses checking on their wards, bustling around. i felt my father in the room, all around me: it was yellow and warm and love. i simply knew he was okay now and that i would be too. and just like that, he was gone. we weren’t a very happy family in my youth. he was an alcoholic, broken by a world that demanded he go do war, then broken more by a system that hasn’t cared for more than fifty years about things like ptsd, agent orange, or the ROI of breaking human souls. the man I’d feared in childhood, the man who i didn’t talk to for a month when i was twenty because he broke down a door trying to kill me, the man who decided then after almost dying, after losing me, that he didn’t want to be that person anymore and woke from a triple bypass to become my dad and PawPaw to my kids later on, was gone… but his story wasn’t over, no story ever is: we just go on and on, changing the lines, trying to become. a few months after his passing a blue dress crawled up my bed, it was empty and choking and trying to cling to me but it wasn’t anything i cared to hold. two weeks later, my grandmother passed: i just knew. she’d lived a life full of hating everything, so i lit a candle and said a prayer that she would soon find her way back to who she really was. see, dreams have always been weird for me, snippets of why things happened or what would come. when i was a kid, this terrified me. no one seemed to understand, and i had to learn it’s okay to not be understood, because changing myself to fit anything else would break me, and trying to change the dreams always seemed to make them worse. trying to drown them out made me an addict, trying to dismiss them only hurt. so i just learned to accept that sometimes we tap into something greater than our limited worldly view: sometimes we hit an essential vein, a higher consciousness, that shows us what’s real and not real in a deeply confusing world. sometimes, we just know things, connecting intuitive patterns subconsciously and i understand: it’s okay to not be understood, yet it’s a disservice to our very creation to not try to understand ourselves, to not work with intention to become who we truly are. “You are not a body. You have a body. You are a Soul.” ~ Carl Jung
(Unreleased) Delayed flight remix with Daniel Allan. "Fever" Out Now On All Streaming Platforms! 💿
gm i can’t believe i’m finally saying this but the 4th and final scene from the Bruises music video game will be available to claim today at 11:30am PT https://scenes.nvakcollective.xyz/ 🦋 to everyone who has participated so far, u r amazing. i appreciate it so much. 🌹 don’t forget to follow me and Nvak on lens to also enter to win a Bruises music nft - gonna announce the winner early next week ;)
"Bruises" Music Video Game - Scene 4 The fourth and final scene from Annika Rose's “Bruises” Music Video Game is finally here. Congrats to those that collect all 4! You’re allowlisted for the pre-sale of The Listening Room NFTicket. We’d like to extend another thank you to our friends at Decent and Lens for enabling this opportunity for our Lens family. This “Bruises” Music Video Game is the first rendition of an experience that will only continue to evolve, grow, and expand over time. It’s a giant experiment for how we envision the future of music consumption, artist storytelling, and fan engagement. We can’t wait to share it with the world, and appreciate you being on this journey with us to “play” music differently. Claim for free: https://scenes.nvakcollective.xyz/ See you very soon!
A sneak peek of my new song, 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭 & 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞~ free collect for my Lens followers. Hope you enjoy. ☺️ {FYI loquats are an unsung hero of the subtropical fruit family coming into ripeness as I write this! Highly recommend eating by the bucketful if you ever get the chance…} ...& since today *is* Record Store Day 2023, I decided to put a special twist on this drop for you: if you love the song & want to have it for your very own as a beautiful 7" vinyl picture disk, you can acquire 1 of only 11 copies ever to be made right here~ https://store.triblymusic.com/nft/186 <3 Lindsey
Music is always just getting started. Overrated: selling out Underrated: how many people deeply connect with a song Collecting music is the fastest way to deeply connect with an artist and their music.
GM Peeps. Photographer here. I've been getting really annoyed with Twitter and Instagram constantly shadow banning me so I'm looking for other outlets to show my work. How's the community here? And how do you use lenster really? And is it cool to put links to collect my work like this: https://www.curate.page/t/ws-editions Any advice would be awesome! @creators.lens @photographerdao.lens
i asked who he’d rather be: “anyone else” anyone else who hasn’t seen war, who hasn’t lived in trenches as oil fires burned, who hasn’t stumbled through nightmarish sands, woken up screaming, unable to save anyone else, not even himself.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! BY RUDYARD KIPLING
370 mints of Scene of 1 from the Bruises MVG!!!! u guys showed UPPP!!! let’s keep climbing 🦋🫵🏼💖💞😭🫵🏼https://scenes.nvakcollective.xyz/ @nvakcollective.lens
music of the universe is encoded within us: musing the little drummer boy & pied piper, a short story. the little drummer boy vibed his own beat, unbothered whether others should follow: he walked alone, surrounded by souls who couldn’t live in silence. As he journeyed, traveling far, he drummed a thoughtful tune. Villagers turned, followed him on, dancing leagues upon leagues unmeasured. The King, he was a craven man, used to being feasted, he waited too long for mead to be served as his court went where beats would lead them. “I’ll have that boy’s head!” the King roared and stamped, unused to wants or needs; for many an age, he’d been served hand and foot, as his price of ruling the kingdom. So the King set forth on his mighty steed, armored and sword at the ready. But as he grew near the masses of souls, he found no one prepared to battle. There in the forest, encircled by trees, the little drummer boy sat in silence. No word was spoken, the wind was hushed, as the boy raised his head, fearless. The King was livid, he’d come to fight, so he shook and he stomped and he bellowed: “This is Treason! Return to Court! You’ll not destroy My Kingdom!!!” The boy smiled, stood, now six feet tall, as the music inside had grown him. He held out an apple, saying, “a man needs to eat, join me in feast; there should be no sorrow.” The King was appalled to be spoken to so, as though he were a mere beggar. So he raised his fist, and with a mighty growl, he took aim at the boy, dead-center. The blow didn’t land, as a strange thing occurred, all at once as though it were planned. The people who’d followed the drummer boy rose: they began singing and tapping. They tapped their hands, they tapped their feet, they tapped the trees of the forest. The rhythmic vibration upset the King, knocking him off balance. The Drummer Boy proffered a hand, as though to help the King rise. However, the King, a mighty proud man, smacked away the help, furious. The boy smiled, stood, nine feet tall, as the music of others grew him. He held out the apple, as though undeterred, and said: “friend, i wish no enemy.” The King made to rise, and as the boy smiled, the tapping began, now louder. The boy said, “here, have a heart and some laughter. You may join us, or go your own way, unbothered.” Again, the King angrily rose, again the King fell, soberly, but the tapping was more than bothersome now; it wormed in his head, !all that damned noise!, “this isn’t fair, this isn’t right!” he moaned, ears-splitting, losing bravado. But the music had power, holding him down, his efforts were unproductive. The Drummer boy, smiling still, said, “Help I have now thrice offered. Go your way, we will not harm you, but know this before you continue: this music is formed from ancient power: rooted in soul, centered in moon, shielded in stars. Your old life is forfeit; if you’ve no name yet, you must make one, and dare not take another’s. Choose wisely, friend, for whatever you choose, will follow as long as you claim it.” Baffled, the King thought them all mad; this wasn’t the way of the world as he knew it. Though, weary he was, head-hurt and weakening, he gave up the fight, fleeing. i imagine you wonder why he could go, after all that warring and anger. But we all know the story’s not over, it never really ends, going on and on, just changing.