My Dreams

LIVE RECORDING VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/tYU2B_aheHM
https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

KOLUMBO - ΚΟΛΟΥΜΠΟ

5 Les Paul tracks and one Peavey bass track.
This is the latest in my 'fools rush in' series. 
Composed with one of the masters in mind : )
Base photo for artwork by Yevhenii Denshko on Unsplash

Salt

Lyrics

//Who are you?🤷🏽‍♂️
Agnostic 'ism to me!🤷🏽‍♂️
Who are they?🤡
Anointing fake...📣

Where to follow?🤷🏽‍♂️
Most where seems stale and hollow☠️
Just points being raked💰
Personas faked🪞
Self matrix make!👨🏽‍💻
Blue pill to take🅿️
Where's the mistake?//:⤴️
I know no-one perfect💔
Yet that not many project💩

I made a mistake✅
Let's celebrate🥳

Who are you?🤷🏽‍♂️
Who are they?🤡
What ya make?💰
All I'm seeing is fake🤡

Who said it was a simulation?😆
Self assimilated monsters emerging,💀
Insular and sieved from the sun,🌑
Their blue pill gone,🌑
It's just Merovingian,.🤎
Self matrix made...👨🏽‍💻
You wanna fight?🤌🏽
Fight thee...🧘🏽‍♂️
Cause I'm free.🫠
Blue pill seed. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦
Knead blue pill need🔆
Seed truth now seed🔆
Feed youth now feed🔆
Peace proof proud Peace🔆
Knead blue pill need🔆
Selfless senscient deed🔆
Feed dullest free🔆
Plentiful with me🔆
Plentiful if you🔆
Plentiful with truth🔆
Feed youth🔆
Now, feed youth🔆

Who are you?🤷🏽‍♂️
Agnostic 'ism to me!🤷🏽‍♂️
Wheres the truth🔆
How can lies roam free🌑
Who are you?🤷🏽‍♂️
Agnostic 'ism to me🤷🏽‍♂️
Tell the youth🔆
Truth is light to takel🔆
A good mind matrix made🔆
Ahhh😌


Shout out to Neno J.
A fabulous guitarist. After listening to Neno... I picked up my only nylon stringed guitar because I wanted to give a few classical scales a try. I got distracted from that and wrote this song on that guitar. Possibly the first ever song written on it. I used to. e my nephews and he gave it back to me a short time ago because he doesn't play.

Here's Neno
https://on.soundcloud.com/bAnmgdrB25Rhe8M99 = Permanent Rabbit Hole / 🎧👂🏽

When pining too many fake personas in our world - Im not talking about AI... I'm talking about how humans portray themselves... It's nice to celebrate the very real and brilliant like Neno J.'s musical craftsmanship. So inspiring... What Bach would do if he landed today maybe 🎧

Real or Fake

This song is a collaboration I did with John K. from the Muse forum. It was a lot of fun to work with him and make this song. I hope you like it!

You can find more from Johnny Klues here: https://www.youtube.com/@stringman45

Pheonix
Lyrics by Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production by Johnny Klues

Verse
I tried to climb the mountain
it was just too tall
My dreams were out of reach
And I began to fall

I hit the ground running
But soon I lost my way
Now yesterday is dead and gone
But I still have today

Pre-chorus
With bridges burned
and lessons learned
At long last
I can heal my past
I'm a Phoenix that's
Rising from the ash

Chorus
There's a change in me I see
I'm a full moon in the dead of night
An uncut diamond in a Kimberlite pipe

There's a change in me I see
I'm broken glass in a kaleidoscope
I'm dynamite that's ready to blow

Verse
The journey ahead may be bumpy and long
But a tailwind's blowing, steady and strong
I set a course and then spread my wings
On top of the world, I can do anything

Pre-chorus
With bridges burned
and lessons learned
At long last
I can heal my past
I'm a Phoenix that's
Rising from the ash

Chorus
There's a change in me I see
I'm a full moon in the dead of night
An uncut diamond in a Kimberlite pipe

There's a change in me I see
I'm broken glass in a kaleidoscope
I'm dynamite that's ready to blow

Outro
I will soar (I will soar)
Higher than before (Higher than before)
I will soar (I will soar)
Higher than before (than ever before)

Phoenix

I wrote this song back in 2018 timeframe. I had a moment of realization from broken relationships. I felt tangled and pulled in so many different directions. The past has such an impact. Sharing these types of songs isn't the easiest, but it's part of my life, and how I felt. I recently changed a single lyric in this song which is why I wanted to do another take, and honestly I was really feeling this song tonight. Recorded live on my old baldwin. This is my only song where I do a piano crossover. Maybe I'll have another in a song one day.  I hope you can take something from this song. Thank you for listening! It truly means a lot!

Evaporating 

Looking at a love right down the hall
Scared to death to take the fall
It's something that I've always wanted in life
But the past is such a knife

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep

I try and tell myself that this time will be different
Possessing a love that would be so consistent
But I'm wrong I'm not that strong

Watching our future crash to the ground
In my heart is the loudest sound
Scattered everywhere the pieces melting bright
Evaporating slow in the night

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep
Beautiful things I can never keep

I've dreamed a lot of dreams of our shadows on the pavement
Expressing a love that would be so transparent
It's a dream always a dream

Looking at a love in a worn out sky
Feeling numb I wish I could cry
It's something I've adapted to in this life
Oh the past is such a knife

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep
Beautiful things...I can never keep

Oooo Oooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo 

All music written and recorded by 
©Daniel Colter Valentine

Evaporating (Original song live)

Free to Download and use to sample as you wish. This is a stream in County Wexford, Ireland. No credit needed. Thanks Water. Enjoy

Stream Sound

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
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— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — demo version drop

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

When you let your guard down who knows what will happen!

Giving In

I get a certain feeling around certain places at sundown... I've always wanted to share this feeling with you.

Buy/stream the full EP on Bandcamp:
https://soundsbytmos.bandcamp.com/album/electric-birds-bustle

Electric Birds (Extended Mix)

Child of the Moon

The Chinese God

Composer, Sound designer, Recording Artist
Electronic / Ambient / Soundscape
MUSIC FOR FILMS & TELEVISION
Original music from real synths.
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"Fear produces money while the absence of fear creates culture"
Vangelis Papathanassiou

AI music and voice production infects human creativity and inspiration.

As a kid starting play keyboards for fun. Then I played live piano in piano bars and restaurants. During 90s also compose and recording my first audio tracks. After a 20 years break I came back with more love for music creation especialy for electronic sound.

KOLUMBO - ΚΟΛΟΥΜΠΟ

CHRIS JUNOS