A Day

It's a special honor that my dear friend Michele Ansani asked me if I would like to work on a song he wrote years ago called 'Alla Fine della Fine delle Fini' (To the end of the end of the ends) which is a great track. When I listened to it I said to Michele that I thought the song is already finished and asked what I supposedly could do with it. He said, that he wasn't going to publish it and wanted me to work on the root idea of the song to create something new.  Thank you so much Michele for being so generous to leave the basic song idea to my purposes (all flaws are mine).

Listen to his wonderful music here, you all know him anyway: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani

Michele Ansani: Seed idea
Me: Instruments, vocals, lyrics, arrangement.

Photograph from the top of Half Dome, Yosemite NP, CA, USA by A. Besinger  2022

One day I walked the shores of time
Wiping away the footprints left behind

Tossing stones into the sea  
Just to watch the ripples making their way back to me  

What if these dancing rings were just memories
Would they come to life once more to set me free?


Abandoned this place that I called home ￼
and took that boat I was hiding for so long 

Facing the storms, past the sirens song
The love of gods in mind may have led me wrong

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

When I stepped through the gates of Plutonion
Caught between Scylla and Charybdis I would be found

Sacrificed the ones to whom I belonged
A wise man would rather be envied than being wronged

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread

Off the Edge of the World (with Michele Ansani)

We live happy days. Our brains are constantly being shaken by new sounds, and sound images accelerate the blood circulation. Knowing music, and facing it with fear. Everything every day is a golden experience. By the way, does this song qualify as EDM? (This question is the very fear of music.)

№307 Golden Days (307)

Starting off 2025, the new year, with a bit of uncertainty.
A life- choices theme? An Economic cautionary tale?
I prefer the political application of the Latin "Buyer Beware". The application came, in the US in November, turning back progress. In Canada, Trudeau has just announced his resignation. Buyer Beware, or to use Joni Mitchell's words, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone, they paved paradise (progress) and put up a parking lot (or oil pipelines, or coal mines, or trying to threaten neighbours and make enemies of friends). But the people knew what they were doing when they created this mess...or were they victims of social media, filters, throttles, algorithms, and moneyed influence peddling?

A dark musical synth-based veneer, casts a brooding affect over the listener, though, if the message is heard, embraced, and a direction changed, a hint of optimism may yet prevail.

Available for D/L on the WAG Wix page, track 7 from the 2024 collection called Spittle and Spite : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons


Caveat Emptor (Buyer Beware)
Aaaaah….
Hear what you want to hear
And you see what you want to see
There is truth… and there is need
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware
Shudda…like you shudda…check it out… like you shudda
Like you should …check it out (x2)
(INST)
The best that you can do, in a locked room
Is press your face to the window
Are you fearful of being angry?
Or so angry at being just fearful?
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware!

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics: 
WAG@2024

Spittle and Spite

Caveat Emptor

Tic Tac, c'est un peu le Yin et le Yang, 
Texte et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520

Paroles :
Com, com, com,
Pâle, pâle !
Ton teint est pâle 
Tu le sais mais au fond
Peut-être que tu as mal
Sous ta carapace et sous tes écailles
J’ai bien peur que tu dérailles

De nature timide et aussi déraisonnable
Attaché à cette éphéméride 
Et à ton cartable
Toutes ces insomnies 
T’on rendu irritable
Au fond de tes ennuis, je sais que tu divagues

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Pile,pile
Tu tombes à pile
Fais-moi juste découvrir ta face
Mais soudain tu cherches un mobile
Tu disparais sans laisser de trace

Ton parfum subtil et enivrant
Que tu as posé sur mes lèvres
Délicatement errant et enivrant
Juste avant que le jour se lève

Clair, clair
Cette fois tout s’éclaire
Tu délivres ton coté caméléon
Comme une aventurière solitaire
C’est devenu ton obsession

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éternel musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Tire, tire
Tu les attires
Car tu le sais 
Tu ne manques pas d’air
Mais tu repars dans tes délires
La je crois que tu exagères

Terre, terre à terre
Tu libères ton instinct panthère
Comme un désert sans artifice
Pourtant, ici tout est imaginaire
Une sensation d’oasis

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier

Tic tac

The last track from my Echoes From The Wastelands EP!

Apart from the piano this track was created using only the Arturia Microfreak Synth.

Plugins used:
Spitfire Audio Labs - Soft Piano
Line 6 Helix Native for the modulation effects

Cover photo generated by A.I

Sunlight Through An Ashen Sky

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

In 2021, I set off on foot from the center of Odesa, following the coastline all the way to the village of Rybakivka. Ninety kilometers over three days—walking along wild beaches, through steppes that stretched endlessly over high cliffs, past tiny villages where time seemed to slow down. Then came the port, with its towering cranes and the distant hum of cargo ships. At night, I pitched my tent on a cliff, lying there in the dim glow of the sunset, listening. The groan of cranes turning, the metallic clang of tankers unloading, the steady, endless breath of the sea.

I kept thinking—one day, I’d do this again, but by kayak, letting the waves carry me along the same path. But life had other plans. The war changed everything, and that journey never happened.

This track is what’s left of that dream. The sound of water slapping against the hull, the calls of seagulls in the misty morning, the distant creak of harbor cranes. A memory, frozen in sound.

A journey that never was—but still exists, in its own way.

Harbor Reverie

abyss

10 = Light of the Void

Unfathomable

Welcome to my audio library!
This is a place for all of my musical creations, whatever they may be.

*All instruments performed by myself*
*Drums are programmed by myself*
*No A.I will be used to create my music*

Sunlight Through An Ashen Sky

Chris Grant