so lovely this guitar here - and the whisper.... awesome!

Catchy riffs and some heavy stuff going on here

Wow guys...this is deep cut...lots of heavy concepts and packaged expertly.  So just on the writing aspect of this a big fuck yeah.  You guy knocked it out of the park on the performances...nothing short of brilliant!  Brilliant fret work,  production!  We need to talk about the tabla...been looking for decent samples or program... or if you are performing that... haha I need ya!

Neapolitan Blues

UNGA BUNGA!!!

River Mutt

Originally recorded in 2011 for a promo compilation CD (those were still in use, albeit declining)

Uploaded on request.

Art - vocals
Ed - guitars
Tom (me) - bass
Winric - drums

We were at the height of our career with regular gigs (well, every other month or so, but they were tons of fun) - the track art is AI generated but really bears semblance to our singer at the time!

The singer and I later played together in Playground, later Mistaken Saints, later Laybow, until he moved to start a family in some backward place called Almere (whoever the F ever wants to live there is beyond anyone's guess)

Oh, I do get to take credit for writing the MUSIC to the song and most of the UMF songs all in all. Of course the creativity of the other members cannot be understated, either. We were a band, a true one.

It ended in 2012 after a falling out between Ed and Winric over the future of the band.

Tjarda Muziekcentrum 2011

Dirt

Unbroken

A song created by percussion beats.

GarageBand Drums Used: Taiko Drums, Chinese Kit, Bluebird

Dragon Soul

BEGINNING

Above

8.ABOVE

Unitary

9.UNITARY

THE SAD CORONATION 👸
 
There was a King Milesint, 
Of whom I will tell you: 
He assassinated his brother's child, 
Wanted to wear the crown himself. 
The coronation was celebrated with pomp 
At Liffey Castle. 
O Ireland! Ireland! were you so blind? 

The king sits at midnight 
In the empty marble hall, 
Looks astray at all the new splendor, 
As if drunk with the feast; 
He speaks to his son: 
"Once more bring the crown! 
But look, who has opened the gates?"

Then comes a strange play of the dead, 
A procession with silent footsteps, 
Hooded guests great and many, 
A crown sways in the midst; 
It pushes through the gate 
With whispers without words; 
The king, he is so spiritually dizzy. 

And from the black crowd looks 
A child with a fresh wound; 
He smiles with dying pain and nods, 
He makes the rounds in the hall, 
He paces to the throne, 
He hands a crown 
To the king, whose heart is deeply shocked. 

Thereupon the procession swept away, 
Intoxicated by the morning air, 
The candles flicker whimsically, 
The moon at the window listens; 
The son with fear and silence 
To his father would lean, - 
He leans over a corpse.

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Die traurige Krönung 
 
Es war ein König Milesint, 
Von dem will ich euch sagen: 
Der meuchelte sein Bruderskind, 
Wollte selbst die Krone tragen. 
Die Krönung ward mit Prangen 
Auf Liffey-Schloß begangen. 
O Irland! Irland! warest du so blind? 

Der König sitzt um Mitternacht 
Im leeren Marmorsaale, 
Sieht irr in all die neue Pracht, 
Wie trunken von dem Mahle; 
Er spricht zu seinem Sohne: 
"Noch einmal bring die Krone! 
Doch schau, wer hat die Pforten aufgemacht?"

Da kommt ein seltsam Totenspiel, 
Ein Zug mit leisen Tritten, 
Vermummte Gäste groß und viel, 
Eine Krone schwankt inmitten; 
Es drängt sich durch die Pforte 
Mit Flüstern ohne Worte; 
Dem Könige, dem wird so geisterschwül. 

Und aus der schwarzen Menge blickt 
Ein Kind mit frischer Wunde; 
Es lächelt sterbensweh und nickt, 
Es macht im Saal die Runde, 
Es trippelt zu dem Throne, 
Es reichet eine Krone 
Dem Könige, des Herze tief erschrickt. 

Darauf der Zug von dannen strich, 
Von Morgenluft berauschet, 
Die Kerzen flackern wunderlich, 
Der Mond am Fenster lauschet; 
Der Sohn mit Angst und Schweigen 
Zum Vater tät sich neigen, – 
Er neiget über eine Leiche sich.

𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑀ö𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 (1804 - 1875), 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝓏ä𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

par interim

L-Beautiful Hater

Words and vocals: Tyler Cressman
Music: Constricted Freedom

Anapanasati

Unceasing motion ...how to be?
At this pace it's hard to see
The grand canvas scrawled by you and me
Lest we forget it is all a dream…..

The walls can crumble all around
The floor can drop out, plummeting down
The sky can fracture, fall apart. 
But remember …...just breathe

The life, the spirit the light inside you
The life, the spirit the light inside you

Speak Sati and Slow down time
Dharma vicay and analyze
Say Viriya, persist resist
Speak of Piti, energy it climbs
Whisper passadhi, calming of the mind

The walls can crumble all around
The floor can drop out, plummeting down
The sky can fracture, split apart
But remember …...just breathe

Now its samadhi focused eyes
Upekha closes we realize
Enjoy the beauty the breath, and life……..

Just breathe…..
The life, the spirit, the beauty in you…..
The life, the spirit, the beauty, in you…..

Just breathe….. just breathe...

Anapanasati!

2/20/2021

Anapanasati (Constricted Freedom & Tyler Cressman)

Ed here--guitarist-musician, writing, making, recording, mixing and producing music for my own kicks and hopefully yours. Thanks for stopping by. If you like what you hear, please repost it, thank you ✌🏼

Also check out DarkLight, with my brother Junez, we've done four albums thus far.

DarkLight = https://on.soundcloud.com/zWh2C

Peace, love, music and harmony to the world,
Ed

Email: constrictedfreedom@gmail.com

Anapanasati (Constricted Freedom & Tyler Cressman)

Constricted Freedom

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