Mixed for Blank Shell Shutter

A sci-fi adventure into the lair of the mysterious human snake-charmer.
Saxophonic, cigar box guitar, Korg.

My (Personal) Space

TRY IT STILL

Got to work with Marc Freak @marcfreak on this one after he foolishly offered to, in a comment on a track of mine. I spent a bit of time in London in the late eighties. Boy George was king, the food was still mostly bland and there were a million different rules for dress depending on where you went. Funny how sometimes things can be so foreign and familiar at the same time. I have lots of thoughts but I won't bore you. Oh and the music. I knew most of the bands but it did change my perception a bit to hear them in context. Thanks so much Marc for the singing, melody, lyrics and maybe some context. ;)
Lyrics:

PERFECT DREAM
Jumping out of the frying pan into the fire
Like a drug bust with a visible wire
But its worth it for the time that we spend
And I pray they don't end

All I crawled through has the skin busy itching
And my internet is permanently glitching
But I cannot bare the time we're apart
Its a trial of the heart

CHORUS
Is this just a perfect dream that's coming true?
I want to spend the whole of my brief life with you

When you're standing in darkness and a glimpse of light shines through
When you're lit up like a beacon
And although you are freaking I'm loving this dream come true
With you

And the time I have left grows ever shorter
I am drowning in invisible water
Its a failure on my part I can't swim
And the prospects look grim

There's a torch that ever shines in the distance
Hold my hands up - show no signs of resistance
I'm a prisoner of love 
I don't mind in fact I'm pleased to do time

CHORUS

When you're standing in darkness and a glimpse of light shines through
When you're lit up like a beacon
And everyone's peeking 
I'm loving this dream come true

Perfect Dream (A Marc Freak Collaboration)

Wild Boars

Studio composition by Anthony Cutrera Morales

Gluon

Terra Firma

Radio Silence

Introduction in English:

In my late 30s, I still suffered from frequent anxiety and panic attacks. During this time, I had a recurring nightmare: I am lying in my bed at night. Some dark, strange figure comes into my room. It slowly comes closer to me. Before it reaches me, I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat.  
One day my female psychoanalyst encouraged me to relive this dream with her company. Like a fairy godmother, she now sat in my imagination at the edge of my bed and held my hand. Thus I succeeded in letting the dark figure come closer. And at some point the strange being stood in front of me and I could look him directly in the face. And suddenly it became clear to me that it is the death which stands beside me; which probably always stood beside me and also always will stand beside me: My eternal companion. 
Since these sessions, panic attacks and anxiety attacks occur very rarely. And when they do come, I now know that it is basically my residual fear of finitude, of having to die, and finally of death. And from this realization, I can feel all the more in all my depths the legendary sentence of Sigmund Freud: "If you want to live well, prepare yourself early for death". The song "Finitude" was written against the background of these experiences It is in French, because for me this language comes closest to such existential themes.

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak French):

Finitude

I have no time 
Finitude
Stands in my door
And speaks to me:

Come on go 

Don't stand still
Let no more time pass

The clock is ticking away 
Your shadow wins
Decay haunts you
Pain and anguish

But you are not alone 
The duty to die
Is the bond 

That unites us 
Whether rich or poor 
Wise or foolish

Death doesn't care
He takes us to himself

Finitude
I am ready
Look at you
You move closer to me

Till you're all there with me 

Look around me 
Many backs already crooked
The rollator goes ahead
Straight to the cemetery gate

The lifting only lasts 
Until the next tower clock

Then it comes out

That we melt 
We blow in the wind
Nothing of us remains 
Death rubs its hands

But do not forget
The duty to die 
Is the bond

That unites us 
Whether rich or poor 
Wise or foolish

Death does not care
He takes us to himself

Finitude
I am ready
Look at you
You move closer to me

Till you're all with me 
Until you are
Until you are 
Untill you are
Completely with me

Texte en français:

Finitude

Je n'ai pas le temps 
La finitude
Est à ma porte
Et me parle:

Allez, vas-y 
Ne t'arrête pas
Ne laisse plus passer le temps

L'horloge s'écoule 
Ton ombre gagne
Le déclin te hante
Douleur et tourment

Mais tu n'es pas seul 
Le devoir de mourir
Est le lien 

Qui nous unit 
Riche ou pauvre 
Intelligents ou idiots

La mort c'est pareil
Elle nous fait venir

Finitude
Je suis prêt
Je te regarde
Tu te rapproches de moi

Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Tout à fait avec moi 

Je regarde autour de moi 
Beaucoup de dos déjà courbés
Le rollateur va devant
Directement à la porte du cimetière

Le lifting ne dure que 
Jusqu'à la prochaine horloge de la tour

Puis il se révèle

Que nous passons 
Emportés par le vent
Qu'il ne reste rien de nous 
Que la mort se frotte les mains

Mais n'oublie pas
Le devoir de mourir 
Est le lien

Qui nous unit 
Riche ou pauvre 
Intelligents ou idiots

La mort c'est pareil
Elle nous fait venir

Finitude
Je suis prêt
Je te regarde
Tu te rapproches de moi

Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Tout à fait avec moi
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois
Tout à fait avec moi

Finitude

Sometimes Ya Don't

Music Composed, Arranged, Performed & Produced by
Liam J Boyle / Stone Catcherye

Lyrics & Vocals by Stone Catcherye
Mixed & Mastered by Liam J Boyle

Mr. Suckerpunch

he was just my holmes
sparking up and eating all the shrooms
now we miss his glow
talking up and trashing all his bros

failure is not an option
bottle to your temple
the pale lure of a friendship
sailors will not abandon

oh, Mr. Suckerpunch
always getting drunk
he comes off as I will hug you
oh, so down on his luck
in some kind of funk
you will know that he will hit you

Mr. Suckerpunch had taught me how to roll
and brought the gravity bong down inside my home

failure is not an option
bottle from your mentor
the pale lure of a friendship
sailors will not abandon

oh, Mr. Suckerpunch
not afraid to lunge
he's a badass when he sees red
oh, never counter punch
uppercuts for lunch
he comes off as I don't fear death

Mr. Suckerpunch had taught me how to roll
he was nice to me despite all that I know

oh, Mr. Suckerpunch
always getting drunk
he comes off as I will hug you
oh, so down on his luck
in some kind of funk
you will know that he will hit you

oh, Mr. Suckerpunch
not afraid to lunge
he's a badass when he sees red
oh, never counter punch
uppercuts for lunch
he comes off as I don't fear death

Mr. Suckerpunch

Y-Natrium

Demon on Plugs

Demon On Plugs

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/xILiEE5nRLc

Summer Dreams

Four Twenty

Slava Ukraini

War is awful.  Peace and love needs to prevail worldwide.
There's too much hatred, pain and division.
When will we ever learn...?

Another falls before the silence of indifference
Another lost within a city on the hill.
And up we climb towards the light off in the distance
Not thinking of the things in lives we might instill.

Yea we get away and escape the pain
of witnessing the decay
it washes away with the rain
when it falls at the end of the day

Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.

The dust and ash fall slowly down upon the people.
The fire and smoke reach out to choke them to the ground (Choke them to the ground)
Sidewinder flies above the city like an eagle.
Hunting their target they come screaming through the clouds.

Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.
Lay in wait here we stay
the comin' day will take us away.

Another falls before the silence of indifference
Another lost within a city on the hill...

- V5.03

Sidewinder

Stately Romance

What A Pleasure My Lord

Recent Holiday to the beautiful Gower Coast In Wales
Took some recordings of the wind and birds on early morning walks.
Came across some beautiful Sand Dunes with Bluebells and wild Garlic .
And this is the Musical Result

Bluebells On A Windy Beach

Christmas is coming.
Gone shopping.

Check out the updated version at Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/6oOIoMKJ07pnUJUXdLueKR


Lyrics

Santa is coming and
I dont know how long i can hold
Santa is coming and
I dont know where I can hide
Santa is coming and
I cant find my gun
Santa is coming and
he'll put me in line


Gone shopping - thats the spirit
I feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - you still have credit
and you feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - thats the spirit
you still have credit - We all know it

Gone shopping...


Santa is coming...

---
EVerybody has them 
everybody needs them
got to buy them all 
Buy until you die
You deserve them all
Dont need no money
Just give us your soul

This one is red 
old is blue
New one is better 
the old is shit
buy it buy it buy it 
Buy Buy Buy BUy BUY
---

Santa in his golden mercedes
Filled with twerking laydies 
Big fat smile

Got pockets full of everything but holes
greasy palms and a 
Big fat smile

Grabbing anything anyone
Finished his bottle and rudolf 
He got the moolah

Rudolf with his red nose 
knows better than to mess with mama Claus
from now on

Gone Shopping

Joskus se on edessa meilla kaikilla.

Savel Mia Parkkonen
Sanat Krissi Treganna
Sovitus Krissi Treganna ja Ari Jaakko Savinainen
Mixed and Mastered by Kevin Poree

Matka Jatkuu Ajallaan

Krissi- Jokaisen Matka Jatkuu Ajallaan

We make soundtracks for scenes in movies we imagine.
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWIZ4SP-uNA