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"Lonely Age"

Drifting through life, full of vacant replies
Wandering lost, like a motherless child
Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Wanna look away, go back to sleep
Accept defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Once I could say, I was willing to try
Seeking the source, for a meaningful life
Now I pretend, just to claim I belong
Safely in step, with the vacuous throngs

Heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop and joined the troops,
A simple sleuth
Reporting from the lonely age now

Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Try to look away and, go back to sleep
Admit defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Caught in a lie, that I’d gladly concede
Choosing a side, isn’t easy for me

Cause heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Threw the coup, negotiated truth’s abatement

(Patrick Bateman)

And heaven knows we’d never make it
So pathetic that we ever tried to fake it
Graduates of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop, and joined the troops
Still put to use, consulting for the lonely age now

Written by Christian Carpenter and Derek Barber
Recorded by Robert Shelton at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA
Mixed by Jake Aron
Mastered by Bijan Sharifi 

Christian Carpenter: Vocals, Electric Bass, OBX, Dx7, Drum Machine Programming, Eventide H910 live effects processing
Anthony Ferraro: ARP 2600, Hammond B3 Organ, Studiologic Sledge 
Derek Barber: Slide Electric Guitar
Mark Clifford: Vibraphones
Andrew Maguire: Bongos, Shaker
Geneva Harrison: Drums

Nihilist funk indie groover with insightful, precise lyrics, hooky choruses, and crafty word-play.

Lonely Age

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::: um mich herum

Este disco es, literal, el mapa emocional de Lúa. Todo salió de notas guardadas en el celular, madrugadas pegado a la ventana y pláticas con sus amigos. Cada canción es un pedazo de algo que le dolió, le movió o le hizo sonreír.

Musicalmente es el universo que Lúa trae pegado: guitarras flotando, líneas de bajo bien marcadas y voces que a veces parecen un susurro directo al oído. Nada de poses; suena a un chico de la CDMX contando sus cosas sin filtros, con la puerta del cuarto medio abierta y la ciudad respirando afuera.

Póntelo en el metro de noche, en la azotea con una cerveza o mientras manejas sin rumbo; es un disco para acompañarte cuando quieras mirar tus propios mapas invisibles y quizá, como Lúa, encontrarles sentido.

Viento Estelar

maybe  p. RFM Beats

Lost Signal

In the cosmos

UNDERWATER

Within the Flame

Take Off

Sometimes we lose ourselves
Trying to please people
Trying to fit into places
That don't belong to us, don't fit us

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and act like this anymore
Fragmenting and losing myself

Quiet desperation is trying to please
Living in search of approval
That means nothing, nothing for us
Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation

Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and nothing for us

Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation 
Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

Quiet Desperation

"Rufus Caput Lunae, In Latin means: Red Head Moon"

Rufus Caput Lunae

PSALMS – VOL. IX: WATCHTOWER HYMNS – The Shaken Remnant

Synopsis:
Volume IX (Psalms 121–135) plays like a staircase of choir songs for travelers—pilgrims singing under a watchful God. It opens with “Keeper of My Steps,” a steady ascent psalm about the God who doesn’t sleep, then enters the city with “City of Our Feet,” praying peace over old stones and thrones. “Eyes Lifted Higher” cries for mercy under scorn, and “If Not for You” is a full-choir testimony of almost being swept away. The middle stretch circles trust and community: “Like the Mountain” anchors faith in a ring of hills, “Tears in One Hand” walks the path of sowing in grief and reaping in laughter, “House We Can’t Build” and “Belonging at the Table” frame home, children, and daily work as gifts you can’t secure by hustle alone. The back half leans harder into scars and quiet hope: “Lines on My Back” remembers persecution without surrender, “Watchman’s Morning” waits for God like dawn on night shift, “Quieted” is a tiny lullaby of humility, “Promise in the Bones” sings David’s oath and God’s reply, “Oil and Dew” celebrates unity as thick blessing, “Night Shift Blessing” nods to those who worship in the dark hours, and “Name Above the Noise” closes with a full-band choir anthem over dead idols and fading empires. Arrangements are choir-forward—call-and-response, stacked harmonies, and room-singing energy—while still sounding like a Shaken Remnant record, not a worship set.

Promise in the Bones | Psalm 132

We make a lot of music together on a 2003 TASCAM 32 Track recording studio. We do NOT use A.I help or Auto tune. We are the real deal. Good luck in life. C&TD
(P.S. we don't stick to just one genre. Check out our playlists, that's where we try to organize the chaos) 

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