The Rainbow Tribe (One Is All) is a poetic reclamation of human sovereignty in an age of manufactured fear and systemic division. Born out of the heavy reality of conflict and psychological control, this piece serves as a mirror to our collective passivity and a map for our collective awakening. It explores the profound truth that true resistance does not belong on a battlefield, but within the self. By intentionally healing, elevating our individual frequencies, and shifting our focus from fear to love, we dismantle the structures that constrain us. This work is an invitation to step out of the herd, embrace our shared divinity, and actively rewrite human history into a unified vision where everyone matters, and One Is All.more

“Blackout In Slow Motion” — ReadeDuvel ( I hesitated for a long time before deciding to make this song public. ) Because this song comes from a deep personal experience, i was back then, a very young girl, one night, that changed something inside me, and left memories, I never asked for! Writing these words, meant, going back to a moment, I would rather have forgotten, and thats why i putting feelings, into music, that were once, too painful, to say out loud! But eventually, I realized that this song isn’t only mine. It is for every woman, who has ever woken up, confused, frightened, ashamed, or questioning what happened to her.  For every woman, who felt her body was there, but somehow she wasn’t. For those who were unable to speak, unable to move, unable to stop what was happening. And for those, who carried the weight of it silently afterward. “Blackout In Slow Motion” is about that terrifying feeling of slowly disappearing, while still being conscious enough, to know that something is terribly wrong. It is about the fragments, left behind the memories, the questions, the bruises, the silence, and the struggle to understand what someone else chose to do to you. Most importantly, it is about taking your voice back. The final words of the song are not whispered anymore: “You drugged my drink. You crossed that line.” I chose to say it out loud! Not because the past can be changed, but because what happened, deserves to be named, and because the blame never belonged to the woman, who experienced it! This song is my truth, but I hope it can also be a small voice, for women everywhere around the world, who know / knew, this feeling! You are not alone! You are not, what happened to you! And you NEVER, deserved it! Ps: Not only for us woman, but also for men & boys who can relate in this...more

She says she's going out with the girls. He says that's fine. He wants her to have a good time. He really does. But there's someone else in the room. Someone who might not even exist. I decided to strip this song down and let it build slowly. Just a voice at first, then bass, drums and eventually the distorted guitars. As his imagination gets out of control, so does the music. Have a good time. I hope you do... . . HAVE A GOOD TIME You said just the girls I said I know I want you happy I want you to go . You stood at the mirror You turned to the light You wiped off the lipstick It looked all right . You tried on the black one You tried on the blue I said I liked the old one You said this one is new . I asked you which bar You said we’ll see I said you must know You said don’t wait for me . You opened the drawer You took out the lace I looked at the ceiling You looked at my face . You said what is it? I said nothing much You went past my chair I reached out to touch . Have a good time I hope you do I want you happy I want you too I want you to go Have a good time . I know how you look When you want to be seen You said I always do this I said what do you mean? . You said just the girls You’d told me before I said I remembered And opened the door . There’s nobody else There’s nobody there I give him a face I give him a chair . He hasn’t said anything I know what he’ll he say I tell him you don’t like that He does it anyway . Have a good time I hope you do I want you happy I want you too I want you to go Have a good timemore