In dusty fields and backwoods bars
Songs traveled far, under moonlit stars
No name, no claim, just hands and strings
Roots whispered low where the river sings

Passed down lines, a little twist
Every voice left a subtle mist

Then came the amps and the copper wire
Old blues wrapped in lil' electric fire
Six-string thunder, claims were staked
Roots wore new boots, but the ground still quaked

Was it theirs, or fleeting glances?
New riffs swinging on borrowed branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Now modern minds, they mix and match
Splicing tunes with a nervous scratch
One note close, and the gavel drops
Branches snap and the music stops

When did we fence off the songbird's flight?
Ain't every melody born of night?

And then came the AI, spinning the thread
Patterns woven from the songs long dead
Just a mirror of the paths we’ve walked
Echoes talking where echoes talked

Wires and circuits reveal new dances
The same old tune on brand-new branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Don’t stop the beat, don’t break the line
The rhythm flows through roots and time
From roots to branches, bold and free
Just how we like it-let it be

Roots And Branches

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!

Fruity Loops user of 14 years
Heavily Video-Game Influenced
I'm a self-taught Composer/Pianist with Autism.
I listen to my music because I get sensory overloads in public
I do not own the art used on my profile besides the 2 logos, drawn by a good guy in the itsBOOFY community! Much love ❤️

You can watch the video clip "Reflection" on my channel YouTube.
All for the sake of experiment. Attempts to master neural engines through practical experience and turn them into works of art.

https://linktr.ee/_highland_

I am an independent artist crafting alternative rock infused with synths, strings, and guitar solos—all written, produced, mixed, and mastered in my room.

Instrumental guitar-based duo, Jerred Seveyka and Bret Tobalske.

به کوی عشق منه بی دلیل راه قدم …

Can you put titles to my tunes? If not, my website reveals all at:

https://www.harveytwyman.com

My Latest Tunes are at: www.soundcloud.com/harvey-twyman

I have now minimised all my musical equipment down to a single arranger keyboard, the Yamaha PSR-SX900.

Originally I had created all the features of this keyboard using multiple pieces of MIDI equipment all controlled through a Windows tablet. I created a YouTube video describing it all:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TekeXG_oe1g&list=PLzVsLVsxIwiZLfDwmRDZ1B8TnIrgwX7aC&index=2&t=1s

Elizabeth is the living embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll attitude—raw, unapologetic, and drenched in authenticity. As the front Woman of Elizabeth & SinCrawler, she commands every stage she steps onto with a voice that growls, aches, and soars, channeling the gritty essence of grunge and hard rock legends.

In any photo, Elizabeth is instantly recognizable: eyeliner like war paint, tousled dark hair falling like a curtain of rebellion, and her signature black wardrobe—boots, leather, lace, and attitude. There’s a fire in her gaze that speaks of both pain and power, of stories sung and scars worn proudly.
Artist and Independent Label since 2004
by Elizabeth and Frankie (SinCrawler)

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Roots And Branches

Axioms of Mediocrity