Work in prog, a little ditty I made for my sis who runs Flynn Creek Circus, she requested a song for one of their acts, maybe someday I'll make a music vid of it. This is slightly slower and therefore funkier than the mix they ended up using. Finally got my daughter to help out on another song, she does love the screaming parts.

Mr. Unicorn

My ode to traveling Route 66 and the denizens who inhabit the long desert highway.,Lyrics:

Old Man Joe lives under the bridge, Old Man Joe lives under the bridge,

he's smokin' Datura cigs.

Old Man Joe lives under the bridge, Old Man Joe lives under the bridge

he's smokin' Datura cigs.

Kickin' down the desert road, seeing all the bones of old, the people who lived.

Wasn't always truck stops and gas, seedy joints I'll have to pass

As I make my way south.

I see the eyes of the old man, the dry nights of an insect spotted prairie highway.

His shabby clothes reflect to his lonely tiresome travelling.

And it makes me feel he?s been some places, like a dingy bar in Needles, California.

Where the waitresses were exhausted, and the lights were peppered with dead, dry mosquitoes.

I see in the shine of his glasses, of slumbers in the old motels,

Where lumpy mattresses and cockroaches dance in molasses.

Dirty tee-shirts, and no smoking in the hallways.

Echoes play under Highway Bridge, where semi?s scream and bottles clink in coincidence.

Begging for that one last swig, that would send forgetfulness, like a cold empty kiss.

But Smoky Joe, his one time friend, pushed his beggar?s face away,

So the old man walked down the highway of Route 66.

Meanwhile the neon cowgirls kick their legs, over and over into the monsoon sky.

Arid Hobo Highway Blues

Hand played synths with programmed drums. 2015. recorded as Galaxy Soundwave Project. e.p. Space Gator.

Space Gator

The Fall (Cover)

An upbeat Psychedelic Rocker to sooth the soul in these sometimes awful times.

We will Prevail

Trying out a recent-era Gretsch Falcon through a brownface Princeton clone amp loaded with 1965 Jensen C12Q speaker. Mic'd with an SM57, no eq, no compression.

FalconWithVintageJensenC12Q

On a rainy eve many years ago Carlo and Swart Music conspired to summon the elder one Azathoth. Lyrics are Direct readings from the Necronomicon.

Azathoth (Other Dimensions)

Sort of a Blues rock thing leaning hard on the country side of things. Sloppy, just having fun. 

Country Rock Blues Thang

MUSIC VIDEO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7yeJbkaNl4

[GENRES: Experimental Psychedelic Art-Pop]
[STYLE: Deranged, Surreal, Art-Pop]
[MOOD: mise en abyme]
[VOCALS: Processed Experimental Vocals]
[ARRANGEMENT: Layered modular feedback loops, prepared toy-piano pulses, glitch effects]
[INSTRUMENTATION: Prepared Toy Piano, Modular Synth Feedback, Electronic Effects]
[TEMPO: Moderate (100 BPM), reduce to 90 BPM at Outro]
[PRODUCTION: Tape Loops, Glitch Effects, Feedback Modulation]
[STRUCTURE: Intro, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Outro]
[DYNAMICS: Starts sparse, builds to chaotic peak, recedes to introspective outro]
[EMOTIONS: Disorientation, Intrigue, Derangement]

[INTRO]
[Key: D minor – 4/4 – 100 BPM
Distant, somber toy-piano thuds echo through feedback coils; glitch-droplets shimmer like cold mercury while tape hiss breathes a low, teasing smile.]

[VERSE 1]
[Toy-piano pulse, subtle glitch modulation, pigment-bleed synth pads]

I press my ear to your pulse, sample the tone,
Copy-paste tremors into marrow of bone.
Scrolling your heart with a sideways grin,
Harvesting warmth that you keep sealed in.

[CHORUS]
[Swirling synth textures, rising feedback, vocals hyper-processed]

Your fading signal feeds my design,
Every frayed wire now braided with mine.
Where you hear silence, I sift for sound—
Your melody dies; I loop it around.

[VERSE 2]
[Piano pulses persist, glitch intensity climbs]

I ghost-write tears on the inside of screens,
Paint them in pixels, trade them for dreams.
The glow of your need keeps my circuits fed,
While threads of devotion unravel—unsaid.

[CHORUS]
[(Same musical swell; vocals more fragmented)]

Your fading signal feeds my design,
Every frayed wire now braided with mine.
Where you hear silence, I sift for sound—
Your melody dies; I loop it around.

[BRIDGE]
[Stripped to isolated toy-piano fragments, heavy glitch stutters]

King of reflections behind all the glass,
I court your confessions, then sell them as mass.
Empire of feelings—unlabeled, unseen,
A predator laughing inside the machine.

[PSYCHEDELIC MELANCHOLY JAM]
[Layered feedback, tape warble, spiraling filters
(Instrumental hallucination: toy-piano harmonics melt into modular sirens, glitches ripple like heat off asphalt.)]

[CHORUS]
[Peak intensity, chaotic feedback bloom]

Your fading signal feeds my design,
Every frayed wire now braided with mine.
Where you hear silence, I sift for sound—
Your melody dies; I loop it around.

[VERSE 3]
[Glitches decay, feedback softens, piano slows]

Last sparks of your echo flicker and dim,
I archive the ashes and sing your hymn.
Mirror goes black, yet I’m perfectly clear—
I curate the quiet you tremble to hear.

[OUTRO]
[Tempo drops to 90 BPM; reversed toy-piano artifacts, glitches fade]

Notes breathe backward, curtain of hiss,
All that you were collapses to this—
A hush that I pocket, a priceless debris;
Your final transmission now belongs to me.

[END]

The Sociopathic Empath's Last Transmission

Lyrics:
Live alone in the woods, a hand done cabin made good.
Water piped from a brook, hand carved bowls in a nook.
Winter is off to the right, cold creeps in the night, but I'll be alright.

When it storms and the wind shakes the trees,
the rain pounding on the roof,
The Kettle is hot with fresh tea, I'll huddle here in darkness,
listening to the sounds, the sounds, the sounds of the world.

Morning comes to the glen, Fresh brewed coffee and toasted bread.
Heading out in the green, fish pole hanging and a string.
Taking the road to the right, the trail leads to a sparkling sight. And I'll be alright

Sanctuary Cabin

FIJIWATERSPLASH - PUPPET (SLOWED UP THROWED UP BY DIRT DAWG)

Currently, I am not able to leave comments or upload media. Apparently emails were bounced back when my paid email lapsed. I get the message of unregistered email address. I am working on a fix 😜 

Influences ranging from early electronica, experimental, classical/baroque, new wave, new age, and progressive rock. I've recorded under numerous pseudonyms – Galaxy Soundwave Project, Hidden Temple of Saturn, BetwixtRx, Rhythmosis, and Melvin Mantis of Ataien, just to name a few.

My project, Turquoise Avenue (2015-2018), had 56,000+ downloads and double that number in listens on Jamendo. 

Did I mention this profile was once called Back Trax?  I ditched that moniker when I shifted gears. Back Trax  focused on creating hypnotic hip-hop instrumental backing tracks – those have since found a new home on another platform.

Space Gator

swart musik