Even Beholder

Run, hide...death comes singing wrapped in the fog....

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2024
Photo: Markus Spiske

Run, Hide... Death Comes Singing Wrapped In The Fog....

Taken from a Rock Opera that I wrote in the 90's...

Let me come home

I went on journey into outer space
And I never came home
I made my escape from the Human race
Just wanted to be left alone

Couldn't take the nine till five
Sunday dinners with the kids and the wife
A mountain of bills coming through my door
Didn't need the grief from the mother in law
Doctor Doctor Doctor
Whats' wrong with my mind?

For now I want to come home
Let me come home

Let me come home
I want to come home
Return to you and face the storm
Home with you where I belong

Fallen

Let Me Come Home (1999)

5:15 The Angels Have Gone (David Bowie cover)

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/This-World-Is-Full-Of-Parasites-975110006

Freak

Synthesis  # 22

Cast of Characters:

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four string fretless bass, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar 

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – clavinet and VST sax    
 
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar, mix, and production

Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song started its life as one of a batch of bass lines Josh came up with around the New Year holiday. He recorded it to a rudimentary drum loop, which Ken replaced perfectly with his own beat. Stephen was up after Ken, adding his tasteful, foundational guitar you hear underlying the entire song. Not to miss out on the guitaring, Tez came up with the ethereal guitar fills that float around in there. Mark came after Tez with his textural wah clavinet, also adding the wonderful sax solo you hear in the middle. After it was done musically, Josh went back and wrote some lyrics and sang them, too.
  Once it was in the can, we asked Tez to do the honors of mixing it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion. 
  This is a fine example of the Eclectic Collective coming together to create a heartfelt song, based on a bass line seed.  We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Sometimes I think about 
Things we used to talk about
Now I have to go without
Ever looking at your face x2
 
But I want you near me
Wish that you could hear me

What if we could ever reach
Out to the other each
But what would we say?
Is it just another routine day? x2
  
It makes my heart hurt bad
When I think of what I had
Now you’ve slipped away
Seems I saw you just the other day
 
Life can be really cruel
And I can be a fool
But I wish there were a way
I could hear what you would say

Loss - (Eclectic Collective)

I was angry, because I couldn't play this beautiful piece, because I'm lefthanded but hold the guitar as righthanded. So I'm happy to present this. With many thanks to Don for the link to the midi.

variation on Asturias (Albeniz) with beats

SCorching Sands...

Cool little remix of aira math that WON'T get popular cuz i suck ig lol
If u want to use my song, sure! Tho, crediting me will be appreciated.

C418 - Aria Math (Exot Remix)

Part of a new Album of GOM : Energy Confinement Fusion 

Christophe Meulien & Henry Koek  You can find the Album on
https://gommusic2.bandcamp.com/

Contact  remote collab Henry Koek & Christophe Meulien / GOM

I started with music in the 60s. I was part of several bands.
While my blood boiled to the rhythm of the best Rock & Roll, a tsunami called The Beatles came from Liverpool. That tide lasted twenty years during which the best musicians of the 20th century appeared.
I was there !!!
In the mid-seventies I completely abandoned music. I didn't play a single note for the next fifty years. And now, a little older, I play music in my studio again with more enthusiasm than ever. I think I never should have left it... It gives me life.....
Thank you all, friends, for taking part of your precious time to listen to my humble noises...

FOG

chivicke