The Brain of Humanoid Central

It all started with an spontaneous improvisation. 
All keys by Feddo Westra
Bass, drums and production Peter Hofland
Artwork: unknown

The Way Up

digging trenches

I did the picture. (It's a little cropped and re-sized)

ciderpunk

where the playground once stood

Discordant thoughts blues, can't differentiate

SUN IS LOW
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Wind cries lonely 
across the snow
Sky is frozen,
sun is low
Ice cold dust dry as sand,
whip the ground upon this land

Never day, never night
All that I see... turn to white

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go

Winter,
please hide my way.
Cross the plain,
the hills and far away


Wolves that gathered,
have watched each move
Teeth are showing,
tails held low.
Hungry eyes with patience view,
In this domain their reign is true

Infinite march, likely in vain
Tracks cross the plain... turns to a chain

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go
where they go
in the night
they take flight
soaring to sky
so high and free
just like me
Always heading for their home
just like me

Sun is low

“I found the Beacon of Hope, in the Heart of this Storm” 

From the new album “ Harsh Vulnerable” 
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/harsh-vulnerable

Harsh Vulnerable album

Mood Exhibit - Beacon of Hope

noxpox - Schabenquartett

My own (car with three wheels)

Thank you Jonathan (https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein) for your beautiful guitar playing.

Jonathan: solo and wha-wha guitar (custom Telecaster)
Joppe: opening guitars (Ibanez JS1), virtual instruments

digging trenches

aTch