"Blitz" is a collaboration between Neil Cake and Zelestial Phyre. It uses noisy guitars and heavy drums to simulate the experience of a bad mushroom trip and what is known as "ego death".

Blitz (Neil Cake with Zelestial Phyre)

here is a link to the music video for the curious
https://youtu.be/KMl0QjZ3GM8?si=XS1ZBm20tEvklkTG


Alchemy and Stones
By David Husted

V1

Your an alchemist shaping my world
metal and leaf, herbs and fire
Your the pestle to ground the root
To shake my truth, without gun powder
   
ch                      
We were lost you see
Shattered stones with a strange alchemy
You're my mystic key reaching down deep into the
heart of me

V2
And the stones of philosophers
The secrets of flowers golden
The halls of wise, the dreams that lie behind
The paradise we long for

ch
We were lost you see
Shattered stones with a strange alchemy
You're my mystic key reaching down deep into the
heart of me

Rock Bridge

Ch Quiet

You're my mystic key reaching down deep into the
heart of me
                
V3

You take my cynical, my rigid , my narrow mind stiffening
You mix me it in your crucible, release internal conflicts
I'm tired of being wrapped up in my revolutions
Un-dress me take me inside your peaceful evolution

Your peaceful evolution
Your peaceful evolution
 

Ch  
I kind of think I might 
I kind of think I might 
I kind of think I might 
I kind of think I might

Love You

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I have a new song release scheduled for 13 DEC 24 called Alchemy and Stones. 

In one of my past song journal entries my word of the day was amalgam and I threw in the word alchemy for good measure.  During the lyric building process for this song my brain seemed to be still heavily steeped in the essence of these words. They were percolating through my thought streams. Much of the lyrical content contains imagery associated with this chemistry of the past and its mythic symbols. Our messy world provided additional ingredients that fell into the steaming crucible and began to round out this song into its final state.

There were four different songs that fed my creative spark and development process.  They were the following:

Spoon: Wild
James McMurtry: Canola Fields
Fruit Bats: Waking Up in Los Angeles
Taylor Swift: Anti-Hero

Deep bow of gratitude to all these artists.  My primary reference for the arrangement was Wild and it had the deepest structural influence on the song. The McMurtry song helped me hit on an idea for the chorus melody that seemed to stick with me and I liked his vocal delivery and cadence. The Fruit Bats was really not used at all but I loved the ohhhs in the chorus and wanted to find a way to emulate the laid back ease of them in my song.  However, my particular song style, tempo and arrangement just never allowed an entry point. The Fruit Bats song did keep the juices flowing though so that is why it still receives honorable mention in this write-up.

Finally, the  song by Taylor Swift: Anti-Hero did have a role in my song believe it or not.  If you listen to one of the synths you will hear a gated pumping sound courtesy of an Auto Pan and a Phaser-Flanger Plug-in. I really should thank a Music Producer named Ill Factor for teaching me the sound design process here. He demonstrated the technique in a YouTube video. Pretty cool.  As I have said before, I learn something new in every new song I build.  It is always deeply enjoyable for me. I also appreciate you for leaning in and listening. I wish you all the very best.

Thank You

Have a Great Weekend,  

Dave
davidhusted.com

Alchemy and Stones

Step into the Athanor

The Hill 
Verse 1 
Oh, traveler heading to The Hill, Let me warn you, stay still. When you reach that winding stair, Don’t you speak, don’t you dare.
Chorus Lord, why’s my heart so torn? While others sleep safe and warm, One’s at peace in his own bed, I stand guard, my soul is bled.
Verse 2 
Oh, traveler, shame on you, Coming, going, what’s it to you? Chasing gold and riches fine, But leaving your kin behind.
Oh, traveler, what do you see? Tell me what’s become of me? The Hill’s now swords that cut so deep, My love’s become a ghost to keep.
Bridge Let me cry, let me grieve, For the Hill’s girl who had to leave. She left me with no goodbye, The Hill’s her secret, left me dry.
Verse 3 
By the river, winding low, Down through Ohio Hill it flows. My claim to you, oh sacred stream, Won’t pawn or sell, no shattered dream. Up between the mountains high, I saw leaves fall, heard a baby’s cry. Fadel’s still young, the tale’s unclear, But the girl’s enchantment lingers here.
Chorus Lord, why’s my heart so torn? While others sleep safe and warm, One’s at peace in his own bed, I stand guard, my soul is bled.
Verse 4 
My love came back, but what to give? Only carpets for him to live. Friends all circled, they stood so near, But I still fight the shadows here.
Oh, traveler heading to The Hill, Let me warn you, stay still. When you reach that winding stair, Don’t you speak, don’t you dare.
Outro Let me cry, let me grieve, For the Hill’s girl who had to leave. She left me with no goodbye, The Hill’s her secret, left me dry.


"The Hill" by The Bartenders is a hauntingly beautiful track that seamlessly blends dark country and blues rock. With Johnny D.'s rugged yet soulful vocals taking the spotlight, this song dives deep into themes of longing, betrayal, and resilience. The track’s layered production evokes echoes of '70s rock ballads, reminiscent of the poetic melancholy of The Doors and the dynamic intensity of The Who.

lyricist : Johnny D. / From the heritage of the "Aita," a text inspired by Moroccan folk arts.

The journey begins with sparse, mournful guitar riffs and a rhythm that builds like an approaching storm. As the song unfolds, the instrumentation evolves, incorporating swelling harmonicas, brooding bass lines, and subtle organ undertones. The result is a cinematic soundscape that feels both nostalgic and fresh, offering listeners a timeless exploration of heartbreak and hope.

This single marks a bold artistic statement from The Bartenders, showcasing their ability to merge storytelling with rich musical textures. “The Hill” stands as a testament to the band’s versatility, appealing to fans of both classic rock and modern country-blues fusion.

The Bartenders on Youtube : https://youtube.com/@thebartenders-q8t?si=7jfAXMFZhWudPavV
"The Hill" on Youtube : https://youtu.be/A-pppCW7-IM?si=6cDpBAFnFBguIwU4

The Hill (Short Version)

Time folds in on itself, repeating endlessly. Past, present, and future blur into a single, infinite moment.

Self-Similarity in Spacetime Matter

Marla's First Night In Heaven

#Day_04 - Dusk Bloom 🌆 The sky deepens, colors fade—guitars swell in slow motion as twilight unfolds.


#Day_04 - Dusk Bloom

at the magic pond

A gentle lo-fi song about the bittersweet evolution of friendship losing some, keeping others, and learning to accept the quiet truth of emotional distance. “Your Definition” speaks in whispers, memory echoes, and late-night thoughts in the kitchen. For those who feel alone, but not forgotten.

Lyrics :
"Ta définition"


🟤 Couplet 1
Des amis qui s’éloignent, un à un, tout doucement,
Leur nombre diminue, comme si c’était le vent.
Je sais pas si c’est moi, ou le temps, ou la vie,
Qui me pousse à rester seule, loin des bruits, des envies.

Peut-être que c’est mieux, d’avoir moins de problèmes,
Peut-être que mon bien, c’est d’être seule quand j’aime.
Je me demande souvent si ma direction
Suit encore celle des autres, ou fait l’opposition.

Et si c’est moi le bien ? Ou bien moi le mal ?
Peut-être que l’âge éloigne, peut-être que c’est normal…
Mais heureusement…

🟤 Couplet 2
Y’a un autre type d’amis, ceux qui restent fidèles,
Qui comprennent que l’amitié, c’est d’être là, même loin d’elle.
Même s’ils partent parfois, ils sont là dans le fond,
Oui là… là, là… comme une vieille chanson.

Et là, tu penses peut-être à un, ou deux, ou trois,
Ou trois mille, ou sept milliards… pourquoi pas ?
Tout dépend de toi… de ta vision du lien,
Ta définition du mot « ami »… et c’est bien.

Et pendant que t’y es…

🔵 Refrain
Reste ! Là, même là-bas. Pars si tu veux,
Mais là, tu sais pas… ou peut-être tu sais mieux.
Dans tous les cas, c’est ni toi ni moi, tu vois,
Qui dessine les chemins de vie, alors vis, et ta vie vivra.

Ou bien c’est moi… pas moi mais "le moi",
Celui qui cherche la paix, un peu comme toi.
Et j’crois qu’en toi aussi, ce "moi" parle tout bas,
Dans ton jardin, ou ta chambre, ou peut-être même ton sofa.

Ça dépend de ta définition du mot "vie",
Alors vis… continue, même si ça vacille.
Et puis parfois… tu reviens, sans raison, sans loi,
Est-ce que c’est toi ? Ou bien la vie qui veut mon bien à moi ?

🟤 Pont 
C’est peut-être toi… non, pas toi, toi.
C’est quoi pour toi… le mot "fidèle", dis-moi ?
Forever friends ? Ou juste un passage ?
Faut-il toujours poser ces questions, à chaque âge ?

Parfois… ouais, c’est moi qui casse sans le voir,
Je détruis sans faire mal, sans vouloir décevoir.
J’fais des biens instantanés, croyant qu’ils durent toujours,
Mais ils tombent en poussière… emportés par les jours.

Et pourtant, y’en a…
Ceux qui restent.

🔵 Refrain (final)
Reste ! Là, même là-bas. Pars si tu veux,
Mais là, tu sais pas… ou peut-être tu sais mieux.
Dans tous les cas, c’est ni toi ni moi, tu vois,
Qui dessine les chemins de vie, alors vis, et ta vie vivra.

Lyriciste : 3SR

Ta Définition

When the Swings Went Silent

mineminemineminemineminemine
produced, mixed, mastered by prostatelatte <3

super proud of this track

mineminemine

a short story inspired by a traditional Japanese folk theme.... Like a trip to the woods at dusk, to find and silence and the music intermingled with nature...It is sampled from some real Shamisen performance (just the timbre and ambiance).

#Day_04 - Dusk Bloom

90dB Project