lyrics, vocals, mixing by Tam Jennifer, on synthetic guitar loop (anon.) Two loops have been chopped up, arranged and mixed in with the vocals to accent emotion. 

Indie experimental trap. 

Vocals recorded and mixed using Audacity and RODE USB Mini Microphone

FOR MY MOTHER

Cover generated using Stable-Diffusion.. design by Tam Jennifer. 

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I originally recorded a version of this song just two months after she died. Here is the original. 

Listen to Mother mother (DEMO 20191118) by Tam Jennifer Music on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/r6jbs

Where Did She Go ( I Wanna Know, 2022 )

Raffinésse

One Can Dream (Full Mix)

Music written for seasonal Winter, Autumn or fall time treats. Memories of childhood or could also have a creepier or melancholic quality.

Esoterian

luriich feat. Annett - Not Lonely When Alone  (3.Zero)

Original song inspired by the question what if someone like David Bowie never found his way to his muse. How many wonderful gifts remain in the hearts of their creators never to be seen by the world?

Lyrics
He wears a suit that never fit him and it's sad to say it fits him worse now
He has no clue of how to change it so he silently puts it on every day
He used to think his life would burn so brightly Now he tells himself what a joke he really is
Still a voice cries from deep within Come on Man I’ve always been here

He wears a suit that never fit him and the world just shrugs
Another mumbling voice in the wilderness against this world’s din
How can we fight for every square inch of land but for our own people not give a damn
Still even with all odds against it beauty finds a way to shines

How can we calculate the loss when a wildflower never blooms
How can we measure the loss of a genius that the world never knew

He wears a suit that never fit him and I hope he finds his way out
Cause there are empty places in our psyche waiting for his touch
Let’s pray he finds his way through the maddening maze to the place where his muse waits  
So that we can find one more place to rest in this parched land of ours

He Wears A Suit

This is actually a remix of the song “Where We Want To Be” which I shared about four years ago when I first joined Soundcloud.   “Winter's Road” was in fact the original title when the song was written.  So I decided to fall back to that with this remix.   See what you think.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Credits]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Ron Carnell
Electric Guitar Solo (Intro & Ending) – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Piano Solo - John Jarvis @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
I cannot speak for all who stem
Long road less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
By words they spoke and did not say.

(Chorus)
All roads lead to where we go
Where we go is where we have been,
So home’s just a word we know,
For where we want to be again.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

Repeat Chorus

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is gonna to be
Another road or just a place.

Repeat Chorus

© Myst Songs 2018 / 2023

Winter's Road

Altered Perspective

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Musik & Text: Gabriel
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
OF THE LYRICS CAN BE FOUND HERE:
http://www.gabriel.land/gabriel-weit-entfernt.htm

Weit entfernt

Shoegaze-esque album of the year. I will be coming and updating these songs, so you may come back to find that your favourite song is slightly (or even possibly very) different.

Thanks for listening!

Thoroughly enjoyed writing and recording these! If anyone wants to give a go at producing them better than me, please do shoot a message LOL

Long Words To Be Had

Life without music would be too bleak to endure!
#Indie