Villa (A Sweet Dream) Take 2

An Oasis Of Peace

Cast of characters:

Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizers, beats, composition

Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Top T Classic
 electric wah guitar, mix, and production

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- Yamaha Genos 2 electric piano, tambourine, and triangle

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

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Custom five-string fretless bass

This song started as a basic, yet melodically very strong composition by Terry involving him playing a synthesizer over a beat he created. He first shared it with Stephen, as they are regular collaborators in their project, Texas Tea, which are worth checking out on both of their pages, as well. Stephen then turned it over the the Eclectic Collective to work our magic on it.

  Josh was first up to the plate with this one, adding his deep, five string fretless bass to Terry's rudimentary beat. Ken was next up, however, adding the driving drum beat you hear, for which he used Terry's beat as a template and augmented a full kit sound to it. Stephen followed Ken, adding his striking wah guitar part to the whole thing. Tez was up soon after with his searing guitar soloing towards the end. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added the soulful electric piano you hear giving it a funk throughout, as well as the tambourine and the cool triangle dings. 

  Now that it was in the bag, we decided to ask Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did in his typical expert fashion, as well as the doing the mastering, too.

  This is our holiday offering to all our fans, friends, colleagues, and peers. While it's not particularly a holiday song, it's a good display of where we are musically, and shows some of the flavor we want to add in the new year. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. Happy holidays to you, and many happy returns!



Tree Tops - w/ (Eclectic Collective) and Tea R. Sea

A little rhythm in the songs never hurts! I actually compose more ambient and experimental music but I really like this and it makes my life even happier since I have it quite complicated!

Hidden Sensations

Produced, rearranged, mixed and mastered by Kawa9


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Watch My Old Self Die

Bonus track for my sophomore album DEAR,.

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Ashes in the Wine


[Intro – Rhodes & Trumpet Instrumental]

(Hazy, slow. Vinyl crackle. The sound of a cigarette being lit. Distant traffic. A trumpet sighs like it’s had too much.)


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[Female – Verse 1]

Two o’clock again, same old bitter moon
Streetlight bleeds across the bed like a bruise on the room
You left your ghost sittin’ in my favourite chair
I poured a glass to drown it, but it’s still there
Flicked the ash of us right into my glass
Told myself the sting might help it pass
But a good Merlot just tastes like regret
When I’m drinkin’ ashes in the wine we met


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[Male – Verse 2]

Yeah...
You were thunder in a whisper, sugar in the sin
Now your name just echoes where the kissin’ used to begin
This silence got rhythm, but no one hears the beat
(You sang me high, girl… now I can’t sleep)
We made a holy mess of all that velvet heat
Now it’s candle smoke and shoes left in the street
I swirl the glass and watch it bleed
This love’s gone dry where it used to feed


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[Female – Verse 3]

Lipstick on the rim like I’m kissin’ you goodbye
But I been kissin’ ghosts since your last reply
You stained this place with every word you said
And I sip you slow, ‘cause I can't forget
We were violins and fire in our prime
Now it’s broken keys and silence outta time
Can’t scrub your shadow off this spine
So I toast the past with ashes in the wine


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[Bridge – Female & Male, Call & Response]

You burned it all down…
Just to watch the glow…
Nothin’ left to say…
Nowhere left to go…
Just these ashes…
Ashes in the wine, girl…
Guess we’ll drink it slow...


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[Outro – Joint Vocals, Falsetto & Gritty Harmony]

(Wordless ad-libs intertwining — her raw hums, his high cries. The trumpet plays one last unresolved note as if the night forgot how to end.)

🎼 Ashes in the Wine

Martian Wasteland

The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Kick 05w09

Space  –  the final frontier.
These are the adventures of SPACE CAT, his continuing mission to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations – to boldly go where no cat has gone before.

Inspired by Star Trek, Copyright CBS Studios Inc. / Paramount Pictures

Martian Wasteland

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