Name: Cyclopean Descendants Of Magpies by arse-myth
Duration: 7 min 8 s
Description: painting by me, a little cropped and resized

You design some strange songs. Not only is it fun to listen to, but I'm also really looking forward to seeing how it changes in the next part.

Love this journey..beautiful textures..and I’m lost in the artwork and it’s amazing..excellent track!

Great track..👏
Love the distractions..
your production is 💯 legit
👏👏👏👏

old habits

Hi guys, a lot of people wrote me why there are no more new songs from me and why I don't respond to the comments anymore. The reason is that I was burnt out, my head was burnt out. I wrote and produced 70 songs in 3 years and collaborated with wonderful artists, so I took a creative break for a few months to write and produce new ideas and songs. I want to thank all the people who wrote me such wonderful comments and listened to my music and followed me. Thanks thanks thanks and again a thousand thanks. and this is my new song ( Dancing Like A Fool ) I wish you a lot of fun with the song. I hope you like it.  And as always. ++++Turn it up loud++++

Dancing Like A Fool

painting by me, a little cropped and resized

Cyclopean Descendants of Magpies

Cyclopean Descendants Of Magpies

Keith had a gentle guitar phrase and  a few words that he was playing with and shuffled it over to me for a listen to see what I made of it. The result is the song below. The conflict is in the spirituality represented by the sparks on a fire ascending, and the observation that the embers twinkle, fade and fall, silent. What is it all about if the prayers, meditations and positive thoughts just fall back to earth like the sparks? The beliefs we embrace must hit the road of reality. If they measure up to good - wonderful! But if not? The supreme irony for me is watching kids being taught to hate in a religious school class.  I was going to use the coordinating conjunction BUT to set up the point of contrast (But you can't..."). Instead, Keith preferred the AND ("And you can't...") as, in addition to all that one CAN believe, you must be aware that other things follow too. Can And Cannot. So simple. Or is it?
Free D/L - Track 9 of the new album Hold On To Someone : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Lyrics:
We seem to want to find
A spiritual connection to space and time
An affinity for infinity and the great beyond
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence, fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

It's the lack of definition of in the twilight hours
That makes it so difficult to find our way
Past all the claims and assertions of things that cannot be proven
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

Wigmore: synths, production, lyrics, vocals
Allen: guitars, bass, music, additional vocals

Hold On (To Someone)

And You Can't

Free Fallin',  free style

DAGDA // When the father of the Celtic gods drops by ...
@docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscapes, Drums, Artwork, Mix & Production
@toni-fatu // all extraterrestrial guitars
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DAGDA (feat. ToNi FaTu)

He spent his whole life. He tried to do right
He gave them his best years. 
He worked late each night
He ruined his eyesight. 
Trying to get ahead

He was a company man through to the bone.  
He was always at work even when he was at home.
But like a commodity to be bought and liquidated
They had to let him go when the economy deflated

Hot prospects turn cold some say he’s too old
To start all over again
There’s too much free time he just can’t unwind
He’s forgotten how to play

He gave them his heart he gave them his soul  
and then they turned around and let him go
They said they had to watch the bottom line
It was getting pretty close to corporate bonus time
They said here’s wishing you the best of luck it’s nothing personal

He sits on a park bench smelling the stench 
of his broken dreams
And people they walk past no flags at half-mast 
for the demise of the company man

He was a company man through to the bone.  
He was always at work even when he was at home.
But like a commodity to be bought and liquidated
They had to let him go when the economy deflated
They had to let him go and now he needs to be sedated
He gave them his heart he gave them his soul  
and then they turned around and let him go
They said they had to watch the bottom line
It was getting pretty close to corporate bonus time
They said here’s wishing you the best of luck it’s nothing personal
They said here’s wishing you the best of luck it’s nothing personal

Company Man

'losing control'
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3y0xhZu_Ko/?igsh=OXlwdDF2ZngzMGxv

Painter: art

Will I hold you in my arms again,
as a lover, not a friend?
Can I keep control 'til then,
even if until my end?

But I can't and I won't, my love.

I'm losing control.

I'm goin' to explooooooooooooode.

Cyclopean Descendants Of Magpies

arse-myth

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