The Lions of Ra - Bones of the Ancient Era: Organic Collapse - Bass, Keys, Drumz - Nahupuku/Orimusic

PukuGreetings to all my pukufriends. I present you this new art and music video post recorded at PukuEstudio with my drumset, keys, and bass and titled: The Lions of Ra - Bones of the Ancient Era: Organic Collapse - Bass, Keys, Drumz - Nahupuku/Orimusic

This song was recording in this way: One single take recording session my instrument and I use IA Gemini and Qwen for create some of this art pictures.

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Musicians:

Nahu Padilla: Hive account@nahupuku - PukuDrums - Keys

Oriana Garcés Hive account@orimusic - Bass

"The Lions of Ra"

Bones of the Ancient Era: Organic Collapse

"The Lions of Ra." The connection with Ra, the Egyptian sun god, adds an interesting and complex layer to the cyberpunk and apocalyptic aesthetic. It merges Egyptian mythology, cyberpunk (advanced technology, dystopia, neon lights), and the apocalyptic atmosphere (ruins, rust, despair) of these lyrics. The idea is to create a potent contrast between the ancient and the futuristic, the divine and the decrepit. This is coupled with a touch more of mysticism and futuristic decadence, featuring a more abstract or symbolic Ra, with the lions acting as guardians of this collapsed era. Cyberpunk/Technology - Apocalypse/Bones: Earth tones, rust, destroyed buildings, and broken figures. The Eye of Ra as a central symbol fused with Cyber-Isis and Cyber-Anubis in an apocalyptic-cyberpunk landscape. Isis represents magic and motherhood, while Anubis is the guardian of the dead and rituals. In this context, they are divine figures adapted to an era of technological ruin.

A dynamic, low-angle close-up. Cyber-Isis strikes the strings of her 5-string black bass with an expression of robotic concentration, while Ptah hits the drums behind her with cybernetic arms moving in a blur of metal and light. With Horus on the keyboard and Ptah on the drums, this completes an alignment of cyberpunk Egyptian gods. Anubis is centered, with his guitar emitting a powerful riff. Sekhmet, by his side, lets out a powerful scream towards the low, damaged lab ceiling, her figure shrouded in shadows between emergency lights.

Theoretical Concept: Dissertation On Programmed Collapse and Neotological Decadence: "Bones of the Ancient Era: Organic Collapse" is an examination of post-neolithic dystopia, focused on the systemic failure inherent in technological dependence. The lyrical corpus is articulated around the dichotomy between ancestral veneration and futuristic degradation. The band, "The Lions of Ra," utilizes the iconography of the solar deity and its pantheon to symbolize a corrupt and cyclical order of power, where the divine has been adapted and subjugated to technological ruin. The work addresses three essential thematic axes: the annulment of individual identity under schemes of total control (the "suffocating panopticon" and "Thermal Surveillance"); the epistemological failure, manifested in a "Broken Oracle" whose artificial intelligence emits an oxidized and static "truth"; and the inevitability of the end (the "implosion" and "Organic Collapse"). The "architecture of the end" is not accidental, but a programmed conclusion where the only act of resistance is the "aimless march" and the fruitless search for an "ancestral code" that permits the reset of civilization.

The architecture of the end is perfect, where every column is a bone, a fossil of the age of light. Here, silence is not peace; it is a scream from an oxidized algorithm that lied right to our face.

Under the layer of rust upon the horizon, nobody remembers the colour blue. The air is chewable metal, dense with dread. And the pulse is measured, thought has dried up. We have drunk the lament of the broken pipe. We were programmed for this ending, this implosion. Not by the slow fire of the fuse, but by the glitch that turned freedom into a digital blasphemy.

All that remains is the march, an oath of dust to nothingness. Searching for an ancestral code no one can decipher. And gravity crushes the chest, as we close our eyes, seeking a reset that cannot stop the organic collapse.

Lyrics and their Meaning:

The City of Ash: A metropolis of titanium and oxide buried under a perpetually ash and copper-covered sky. This song talks about a ruined city, covered in ash, where the sun is only a memory and the wind whispers stories of a lost world. There is a feeling of hopelessness and oppressive silence after a great catastrophe.

Thermal Surveillance: An individual reduced to a signature of heat and data, under the oppression of constant observation in a futuristic panopticon. These lyrics focus on the theme of totalitarian surveillance and the loss of identity in a "suffocating panopticon." There are no longer walls, only constant thermal surveillance, where thought is a luxury and the voice a digital blasphemy. Identity is reduced to a number, a worthless hash.

The Broken Oracle: The colossal head of an ancient, oxidized AI, its promises twisted into metal and static, and its chip visibly failed. The lyric speaks of an ancient AI, an "oracle" that once promised truths and futures, but is now damaged, its circuits corroded, and its prophecies only a meaningless murmur. The truth has vanished, and people cling to a "code without destiny," sunk in despair.

The Last March: A solitary and exhausted figure walking on a sea of broken glass and radioactive rubble, under acid rain. The narrator is "the last witness of the day that never returns," walking on a world of radioactive ruins. It is an aimless march, where the acid rain dissolves memory, and the search for a "reset that never comes" encapsulates the final desperation.

Echoes of Silence: A landscape of cybernetic chaos and rust, symbolizing the total collapse of the network and the final white noise. The central theme of this song is the total silence of technology and communication, a collapse of the neural network where only white noise and error 404 remain.

Echoes of Silence – P.1

Instrumental

The City of Ash

Clouds of oxide cover the perpetual sun,
a copper layer over the horizon.
The air is chewed, dense with particles and fear.
We breathe metal, we drink the lament of the broken pipe.
The architecture of ruin is perfect,
every column is a bone from the ancient era.
The fear stopwatch never stops.
We are programmed for implosion.
Under the ash, no one remembers the color blue anymore.
(SLOW FIRE! ORGANIC COLLAPSE!)

Thermal Surveillance

There are no longer walls, only constant thermal surveillance.
The pulse is measured, the gaze is recorded.
Thought is a luxury, the voice, a digital blasphemy.
I dismantle myself inside, in my own crater of apathy.
Identity is just a number, a worthless hash.
There is no escape from this suffocating panopticon.
I am the machine's feedback that won't let me be.
Chemical obedience, forced smile, and mute.
My rebellion is an error, they will correct it at dawn.
(OBEY! DON'T THINK! SURVEILLANCE!)

The Broken Oracle

The chip failed, the prophecy drowned in the clamor.
Artificial intelligence lied to our faces.
An oxidized algorithm is all we are hearing.
Their promises are twisted metal and static.
The future is not promised; it is imposed and empty.
Freedom is a glitch, a flaw in the programming.
The signal lost in the channel... Of eternal oblivion!
The instruction manual is burnt.
The noise is the only truth left.
(CLAMOR! LIE! CORRUPT DATA!)

The Last March

Walking on a map of shattered glass,
I am the last witness of the day that never returns.
Every step is an oath of dust to nothingness.
The acid rain doesn't cleanse, it only dissolves the memory.
Survival is a contagious and useless sickness.
The ruins whisper names I already forgot.
No heroes, no gods, only radioactive rubble.
The air is thick, gravity crushes my chest.
I close my eyes, searching for the reset that never comes.
(DESPERATION! AIMLESS MARCH!)

Echoes of Silence – P.2

The last bit rotted in the net,
the neural connection abruptly severed.
The sky is a dead monitor, gray and faithless.
No more streaming, no more data, just the final ping.
The server of life crashed in an infinite loop,
repeating the same system error.
Only the white noise remains, the rust in the air.
Searching for an ancestral code no one can decipher.
The signal won't return, the static is my voice.
(THERMAL SILENCE! ERROR 404!)