Music by: Craig Furkas
A Silverpick Production

Electric Condor

Tahiti Love

Folky county music with guitars. It’s a song about trying to make it in the music business trying to chase down that dream and anything that can go wrong like Technical issues and even underhanded sabotage. Critics criticizing you and your music and band.  It about persevering and following your heart to the very end.  Don’t worry girl will get the last laugh. Waking up In the mourning and have a number one   Yahoo!!

Dont Worry Girl

Watch the Music Video | Trippy Neural Space Journey | 4K AI-Generated Cinematic Visuals : https://youtu.be/u1gHdO15l8M
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Rekordbox | Traktor: 129 BPM; Gm
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Overflowing with radiant synth cathedrals and razor-sharp tech propulsion.
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I. A Signal in the Fog Nebula
At the dead center of a lavender dust cloud—so dense that even photons tripped over themselves—Captain Averi Kincairn floated in her derelict survey skiff. For two unmarked cycles she had listened to static hiss across every band the skiff’s receiver could reach. Then, on the edge of sleep, the static warped. It folded in on itself, became a hush, and finally resolved into a whisper of crackling violet light that shimmered across her cockpit glass like a swarm of fireflies.

The pattern wasn’t random. It traced runes older than any star-chart—glyphs from a pre-crystal civilization scholars called the Silent Makers. Legends claimed the Makers threaded entire galaxies with invisible arches, portals so narrow only light could pass. Averi, orphaned scavenger and reluctant dreamer, had spent her life hunting for proof. So when the violet swarm spiraled into the ancient Maker symbol for “open,” she understood: a Gate was near.

She powered every thruster to maximum and plunged into the fog.

II. Corridor of Shifting Planes
A luminescent corridor burst forth, carved through the nebula like a crystalline knife wound. Facets of unknown mineral lined the passage—each facet reflecting not her skiff, but alternate versions of her life. In one facet she piloted a merchant frigate; in another she grew elder beneath a garden sun; in another she never left the orphanage at all. The corridor was forcing her to confront diverging futures, tempting her to veer off course and disappear into a mirror of “might-have-been.”

Keeping her eyes fixed on a single violet point gleaming ahead, Averi nudged the skiff deeper. Reality around her kinked and refolded. Time slowed to the rhythm of her pulse. Colors she had no names for bled from facet to facet, painting her cockpit with kaleidoscopic tides until she forgot the way starlight normally looked.

Yet the point remained—steady, pulsing like a beacon. When she reached it, the facets snapped shut behind her with a silent shudder, and her skiff burst into open black.

Suspended before her, impossibly vast, hovered a Gate: an eight-spoked wheel forged from woven amethyst arcs, each spoke ablaze with countless tiny fireflies flickering in unison. They moved like neurons firing—but also like dancers trading partners in a silent ballroom—the choreography both mechanical and ecstatic.

Averi throttled back. Every childhood myth about Maker Gates ended with the same warning: They devour the unprepared. She drew a trembling breath.
“Devour or deliver,” she whispered—and keyed the impulse drive.

III. Threshold Burn
The Gate accepted her. The skiff pierced its core and dissolved into pure vector: coordinates divorced from matter, will pressed flat against distance. She became velocity itself. She tasted iron memories, smelled petrichor that had never fallen on any planet she knew—sensed moments stacked like playing cards inside a cosmic deck being rapidly shuffled.

The voice subsided, satisfied.

Continues on the website : https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/05/27/violet-firefly-gateways-techno-neural-space-odyssey-4k-ai-generated-cinematic-visuals/

Violet Firefly Gateways

Violet Firefly Gateways - Sci-Fi Music Video @ YouTube

Produced by Kevin Forsberg of KRD Productions. 
Lyrics and Vocals by Grace and Nyght Skyze


MC 1Grace - Overflow (intro).mp3

Last Rays of Summer

I only need you
For this love
For this dream
For my life

I wanna see you
Loving you
Kissing you
Hugging you, tonight

You're my fantasy
My true dream
My fantasy
My only need

I gotta see you
All the time
See your eyes
Love your mind

Be my one
All the time
Make the dreams
Be one tonight

You're my fantasy
My true dream
My fantasy
My only need

You're my fantasy
My true dream
My fantasy
My only need

I gotta see you
All the time
See your eyes
Love your mind
Love your mind

You're my fantasy
My true dream
My fantasy
My only need

You're my fantasy
My true dream
My fantasy
My only need

My only need
My only need
My only need
My only need
Tonight
My only need
My only need
My only need
My only need
Tonight

I gotta see you
All the time
See your eyes
Love your mind

Love your mind

You're My Fantasy

Officer Don't Shoot... Prod. 7th(Pisar)

Instrumentation/Music by: Craig Furkas
Random Arch Music w/ SilverPick Productions

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Invisible <3

EASTERN MARKETPLACE

Instrumentation/Music By: Craig  Furkas
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#Invisible Love

WINGS Fall Retreat '05

One Hundred Years

Instrumentation/Music by: Craig Furkas
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Invisible Love

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