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DoRight

Never have a care or want
Sing out a playful tune
By the famed authority 
Of the silver spoon

Weave the Ring
Dosado 
Alamo style

Fortunes of the pedigree
Afforded to few
Among peers so cavalier 
The devil gets his due 
 
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
  
Ladies In
Men Sashay
Couples Trade
Wheel and Deal 
Yea

Write the rules for all the fools
With style and a smile
Another game played without shame 
Leaving all beguiled

Bend the Line
Ferris Wheel
See Saw 

A never ending story
Of natural selection
For all the fame and glory
And progression of succession  

Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you 

Spin the Top
Walk and Dodge
Box the Gnat 
Shoot the Star 
Yea

DoRight

Annihilus

Sand Story - Ιστορία Της Άμμου

I`m Free

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Selmer Alto Saxophone solo. Flute solo. Steinway & Sons Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Drums Acoustic full kit set. Percussion Congas, Bongos, Cowbell, Tambourine. Zildjian 22 Ride & Crash Cymbals.

Still Kickin'

Your Turn

Your turn

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Let yourself drift upon synth bass so thick it can carry the weight of the world... while gently distorted synths play time amongst a slowly ticking tempo... and space is defined by the time it takes for the echo Vox to return... 

Watch the video here
https://youtu.be/jRgi4K_uZUw

#darkwave #darkambient #wavemusic #futuregarage

Total Abandon

Hoping you are having a lovely weekend....Just a little French inspired number !
Thank you for your very kind plays reposts and playlists.

Une Histoire

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

The Last Citadel

March of the Fallen

In the Wolf Hour

Flame Heart (Epic Music)

Composer, Sound designer, Recording Artist
Electronic / Ambient / Soundscape
MUSIC FOR FILMS & TELEVISION
Original music from real synths.
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PLEASE NO PROMOTERS . I DO MY OWN !

"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.

Sand Story - Ιστορία Της Άμμου

CHRIS JUNOS