Quality, this track is amazing , best of luck <3

Rocking till the show ends 😭🔥🚀🚀u heat

This sounds really captivating. Keep it up.

Final cut.... completed version.... a song about abuse... let's protect our youth and keep our children safe and away from all the sick and twisted mofos out there....

listen for this on my upcomihg debut release.... #inspiredresponses.....

Polly revised (inspired cover)

Middle of Nowhere

Remixed and remastered 6 January 2025
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I wrote the following song about the  1969 draft lottery.  The number that were selected ranged form 1 to 366 and were associated with your birthday.  If you were male and the right age you had a number picked.  a low number meant your chances of being drafted were very high.  
I got the number 366.  The best you could get.

Here are the lyrics:

Verse1:
Why were they making us play that game
There were no winners you could only lose
They signed us up on the day we were born
It wasn't something you got to choose
Nobody I knew ever wanted to play
But we could only wait for that call
All of us were living out on the edge
Waiting for a hammer to fall

Verse 2:
Didn't seem to be a way out of the game
Though I kept trying year after year
No matter what I did everything kept looking
A whole lot worse than I even feared
The rules kept changing and you never knew
How they'd choose who'd they get to own
Those were the ones that they could put in the grinder
While the rest of us, they just might leave alone

Chorus 1:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The final number. The best it could be
I won my life, in a lottery
366
366
366
366

Verse 3:
I didn't want to watch 'em playing with numbers
Didn't like what they were doing it for
But after a while someone whispered to me
They'd given me the very highest score
I should have been happy about 366
But I kept wondering what I could say
To whoever it was who had to play in my place
What kind of price did they have to pay

Chorus 2:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The very final number. best I could get
I'm just not ready to get over it yet
366
366
366
366

#OUTRO
It really happened I swear it really happened
It's hard to believe that it happened back then
If we're not careful, if we don't pay attention
Then they're going to find a way to play it again
366
366
366
366

Three Sixty-Six

this song was origanally written and to some extend recorded in 2016. in may of 2024 I gave it a complete makeover and added Bc Rich guitar layers to those previously recorded with a Fender Strat.

   Recorded with a MarshallMG100HDFX head and an ur22 by Steinberg.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/dreams-from-elmstreet-11

all of those times , 
I swallowed my pride
it didn´t help at all

started like a dream
ended like a nightmare

you threw 
you threw
our love away

wanted to meet somebody else
you put salt in my wounds
and scratched my face

little by little 
once again:

started like a dream
ended like a nightmare

you threw 
you threw 
our love away

Dreams like I met you on Elmstreet 11

can I ever forgive you what you did?
no, I´ll never
you kind of messed up my life
and left me in deprive

you threw
you threw 
our love away

Dremas like I met you on Elmstreet 11

Dreams from Elmstreet 11

Dreams from Elm Street 11 ( mixed 2025 )

ASIDERAL SPACE

His beard has much to say.
It reminds me old days.
When he was tall. Not grey.
Oh my! If I may.

His thoughts were mine those days.
I liked when we used to play.
We were fishing in may.
When he was tall. Not grey.

I'll love him forever.
I'm sure he made me stronger.
Though sometimes, I felt anger, 
He helped me being better.
We used to laugh after 
I had made errors.
He comforted whenever 
I had silly terrors.

His eyes have much to say.
They’re full of love today.
It reminds me old days.
When he was tall. Not grey.

I'll love him forever.
I'm sure he made me stronger.
Though sometimes, I felt anger, 
He helped me being better.
We used to laugh after 
I had made errors.
He comforted whenever 
I had silly terrors.




Much To Say

The snow is falling, the air is still
The humans hum with a festive thrill
A twinkling tree awaits my cunning grin
Those dangling baubles-I’m diving in!

I’m the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it’s all fair play
Your pretty tree won’t last the day!

Gift-wrap rustles beneath my paws
A swat at a bow-no Santa Claus!
Lights to chew and boxes to claim
I’m the secret star of this holiday game

But when they scold, I tilt my head
A tiny meow, and all is said
Who can blame this festive spree?
I’m just making merry ‘neath the tree!

I’m the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it’s all fair play
Your pretty tree won’t last the day!

The Ornament Hunter

So this whole project was inspired by the 90s Seattle grunge bands, Alice in chains in particular and bands like candlebox.

It’s my most personal song to date.

Guide Me To The Grave

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Heartache

Why do they hide their eyes

Clouds Can’t Kill the Sun

Genres I Work With____

*Avant-Prog
*80s Rock
*70s Rock
*Jazz/Indie

*Instrumentalist + Synth
*Guitarist 
*Composer
*Vocalist

Guide Me To The Grave

Prisma V^

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