The title is descriptive enough.

Dedicated to all the departed of 2020.

COPIUM or my COVID-19 Synth Sound Experiments

Memories in Elysium

Winter Sessions

Subversive Heart

UTOPIA OVERTURE REMIX - 'COUNTING SHEEP' (INSTRUMENTAL)

LYRICS

VERSE 1

Time, never stands still
It never lets me take my time
Ooh hoo!
Time, runs up the bill
And never lets me press rewind

PRE CHORUS

To when I was young and pretty
And the world was not so crazy
I wish I went and took the blue pill

CHORUS

Let me sleep!
Pass the music and the TV set
Wash out all the noises in my head
Let me sleep!
Mind control me till I forget
I want to count sheep
Let me!
Drown out all the ringing in my ear
Veg me out on doctor's strongest gear
Let me sleep!
Numb me from the contast fear
I want to count sheep

VERSE 2

Time, ain't on my side
Keeps telling me I must abide
Ooh ohh!
I can not confide
Everyone's turned into Mac fries

PRE CHORUS

Oh when I was young and pretty
Building sandcastles was priority
I wish I never took the red pill

CHORUS

UTOPIA OVERTURE REMIX - 'COUNTING SHEEP'

Pavane sur un poème de Cécile B.F.

Original score : https://musescore.com/user/575316/scores/19977199

Un monde à soi

A slow and grimy descent into the paranoid world of looming dangers and impending hazards.

Dramatic Entanglement

A grab-bag of past project from 2019 to 2025, including my first completed song in Sunvox.

Frozen in Perfect Anticipation

A musical expose delving into the seediest of underbellies, revealing a twisted, corrupt and immoral world where the law is lax and the criminal is king. A lone wolf biker gang who call themselves 'hell's bastards' ride the violent streets dispensing their own brand of rough and bloody justice. Their only weapons : greasy tyre irons, oily chains, unwashed cafeteria cutlery, rusty razor sharp basslines, angular keen edged electric pianos, a vicious drummer and a filthy moog synthesizer.

Grime and Punish Men (The Ballad of Hell's Bastards)

First created at the time of the earthquake in Haiti. Seems appropriate now for this time in our lives.

Haitian Lament

One morning you awaken to find yourself peering out of frosted glass at strangely unfamiliar surroundings. With a sense of fear and wonder you descended a flight of worm eaten stairs and shamble out into a world that seems to be monochromatic in nature... 

A Year Spent Reflecting on Existence in a Quaint Yet Sinister Village

Messing with powers greater than me (music) with no training whatsoever.

Frozen in Perfect Anticipation

{a clever name}