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Apr 15, 2026

The Mole Rat King by iServalan (feat. Flex & Sarnia) lyrics and Video

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Life is a curse when you never run free
And it only feels worse if you just don't believe
Till a hero comes forth like a guide in the mist
With fight in his heart in the shape of a fist

When power exists unchecked and untamed
It feeds off its people, the meek and the maimed
It grows like a cancer, a tumour so bold
Spread from the towers of jewellery and gold

The Mole Rat King is blind to the kitten rats' shame
Deaf to their cries in his self-serving game
His pale mange skin smells of yesterday's gin
But still he survives, the king always wins

It just takes the strength of might and of will
To claw through the ruins of history's fill
To give hope a future recovered from hate
To live a new life of peace and of grace

How do you win if you're not in the game?
You Breath in the air and you bury the shame

Jan 4, 2026

A Song a Day: On Writing Before Knowing. Writing Song Lyrics with iServalan for the Continuum Music Project

Words add a new dimension to music, but for some musicians, the words are difficult to render.

I want to talk for a moment about writing songs before we know what they are.

Not demos or tracks.
Not finished things in themselves. Not even pop songs, or genre based words.

Let's start with nothing...

Just the act of writing — daily, imperfectly, with no expectations or judgement, and without asking where the work will end up.

Many musicians stall not because they lack ideas, but because they wait for readiness. They wait for the right sound, the right software, the right emotional clarity, the right version of themselves. What gets lost in that waiting is the most vital part of music-making: the habit of return.

A song a day is not a productivity challenge.
It’s not about output.

It’s about keeping the creative channel open.

Lyrics are a particularly generous place to begin, because they sit halfway between thought and sound. They don’t demand polish. They don’t demand equipment. They only ask for attention. When we write lyrics regularly, we’re training the mind to notice rhythm in language, melody in phrasing, structure in feeling — long before we reach for an instrument.

This matters, because creativity is not linear.
It doesn’t arrive on command.
But it does respond to invitation.

One of the simplest ways to invite it is through prompts — not as gimmicks, but as doorways.

An image on the table.
A random word pulled from a book.
A news headline overheard in passing.
A sentence fragment with no meaning yet attached.

These aren’t distractions from “real” composing. They are how the mind warms up. They bypass judgement. They give the creative brain something to push against, something to orbit.

In this practice, lyrics don’t need to explain themselves. They can be abstract. They can be narrative. They can be unfinished or strangely complete. What matters is that they are written, not withheld.

Over time, something subtle happens.
Patterns emerge.
Motifs repeat.
Your voice begins to reveal itself without force.

This is where the deeper work lies — not in producing songs on demand, but in learning how your mind enters a creative state, and how gently it needs to be led there.

That understanding sits quietly at the heart of the Continuum way of working: skill and creativity developing side by side, without pressure, without hierarchy, without the false divide between “practice” and “real work.” Writing lyrics daily is not separate from musicianship. It is musicianship — just in its earliest, most human form.

Some of these lyrics may one day become songs.
Some may never need to.

Both outcomes are valid.

Because the real aim is not the track — it’s the continuity.
The keeping-open of the channel.
The confidence that something will arrive if you show up again tomorrow.

So this is an invitation, not a challenge.

Write a song today without knowing what it’s for.
Borrow an image. Steal a headline. Roll a word around in your mouth until it becomes rhythm.

Let the work be small.
Let it be daily.
Let it belong to you before it belongs to anything else.

Tomorrow, another lyric.

Do not be pressured by quantity. A cluster of words may be enough. A complete story may evolve.

Use a pen and paper to be connected with the prosess. Feel the words, cross them out, write, rewrite, and finalise.

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Aug 18, 2025

Birth of Adom Song Lyrics by Tale Teller Club

📜 Lyrics: Birth of Adom – Tale Teller Club

A transmission from the Immersion Archives.
Words written against the Machine, set to sound and vision.

The earth learned the tune
Of a reckoning fugue
As kings and queens puppeteered
For the white and wealthy
The young and healthy
Only the good people cried
Man on man wrestled
With icons and loins
And the shimmering coins
Of ownership
Whilst happiness slipped
And the rape of God's children
Made death taste better than living
The drugs killed the pain
Till it started again
Sorrow trickled like blood
From the underclasses
While a white pulsating pupae
Smoked cigars on the hill
And spunked at the thrill of his slaves
Who played to the tune
Of the reckoning fugue
It was the energies of past
That fused an event
Of course, life works this way
It was atoms and emotions
On a collisions course
That caused a fireball
On that fateful day
She came like acid rain
Like burning flame
Like black tar
From the quagmire
A heroine not seen
Before the wars began
It was at this moment
That the earth stood still
She picked her time
Came at will
An oil slick
So hard and fast
From sand to glass
Here then gone
Dulled then shone

The birth of Adom

Her rage in hand
Brave anger like a man's
She walked the earth

Resist Disrupt Persist
The others cowered at her feet
So meek she laughed
They cried
Then burned
In the turbulence
Of violence
Spawned from their own desires
A wild fire spreading
Her touch so harsh
Chipping ice with a butter knife
No fuss no trail
Just shadows
Pain remained as memories
For the chosen few
Those who knew
The power of anger

And then they rose

released on Bandcamp August 18, 2025

Written, edited and performed by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA (iServalan)

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📜 Lyrics: Minor Matter – Tale Teller Club #lyrics #taletellerclub

📜 Lyrics: Minor Matter – Tale Teller Club

A transmission from the Immersion Archives.
Words written against the Machine, set to sound and vision.

I'm just minor matter
That is what I am
Someone's passive income
Getting what they can

I'm climbing sand dunes daily
Slippery ice under my feet
The Machine watches on
And feeds off my defeat

We are minor matter
The seeds we sow and scatter
Grow weeds upon
The streets of liberty

The machine has taken you
And now it's come for you
The machine don't care
It's love's despair
It loves despair

It's stealing time like
You wouldn't know
An atomic bomb that's gonna blow
The hearts of children
In the poppy fields
The machine grew up
And stole their dreams

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