Relaxing and dreamful piece I've written long time ago. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Raindrop

S C A P D L Ѳ M B Г E L Ұ E B Я

My new song ‘Cistercian Grey’. This is a dreamy alternative folk track that I made with my acoustic guitar, an 80s synth keyboard (and a drum beat from the internet). I wrote, recorded and produced this track myself I hope you like it. Lately, I have been really enjoying making tracks that are a bit softer with less heavy production to really bring out the melodies and instrumentation. It’s funny, as I get more knowledgeable about production and more confident in my writing and recording, I actually want to add less elements to my songs; I guess it’s because I don’t feel the need to hide anything with lots of production and heavy sounds. Also, this gentle melody just didn’t require lots of other elements. Lyrically, it has lots of similar themes to many of my other songs; kinda dark and melancholic. Many of my new releases contain lyrics and metaphors that have been floating around in my head for years and this song is no exception. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:
Oh, once Cistercian grey
Smothered everything
It howled and bayed
But now that’s all gone away
Seasons they do change
Like crystal tidal waves

Shine your light if you may
Won’t turn the night into day
Still if you abide within me
We’ll get there by foul or folly

For you, boy it’s always you
That I turn to
Your Chartres blue
All misery you will undo
I know it is true
Like Christ born anew

Reach your hands in devotion
Will never placate the ocean
Still we take our idle notions
And bound down the path we have chosen

As sure as green grass grows
As sure as high winds blow
I will with you go
In the rich black of the crows

And pure white of the snow
The sweetness of the rose

The night traffic on the road
Like a stream of blood and gold
Only Heaven knows
He’s a true sight to behold
Bright like marigolds
Handsome, fair and bold

Down in the ashen valley
That is where you will find me
By the gated cemetery
Clutching at memories of him

As sure as green grass grows
As sure as high winds blow
I will with you go
In the rich black of the crows
And pure white of the snow
The sweetness of the rose

Yeah as sure as green grass grows
As sure as high winds blow
I will with you go
In the rich black of the crows
And pure white of the snow
The sweetness of the rose

Cistercian Grey

Final Y  Principio 2

earth a

Big Fat Loser

Blues Guitars Jam 1

First Day

you thought you had an idea
that it was a certain way
and then you realized it all had changed

all the mystery that you thought
would pull you down has brought you higher
all the wonder of the other way
to take you to another place
another place

look in my eyes, see what you see
everything's different

you might approach it differently when you see different faces
you might approach it true as one
you might see something better than you thought you ever knew
you might find something different

Michael Weber's Album

different faces accoustic

MMMMM...O
there hung an Iroquois sign
by the neon tubes above the Hang Moon Bar
music on the warm night air...bare thighs stickin to the hood of my beat up car
keepin to ice water...pullin tangles from my hair...catchin up on Old Town gossip
same old stuff, I swear
yea...and this hood still holds the heat
of too much highway...
the fever of the lines has lost its grip, and
sittin here - by the swingin pine
of the Iroquois sign
misfirin' neon gas
murmurin out the evenin
...at the Hang Moon Bar
and here I go...on
thighs stickin to the hood of my ole beat up car
yea...get on for a cruise
up to the drive in lot
tumbleweeds in congress with the old spent shells of my buckshot
roll me out tobacco for the ones who wander on
ghosts on the highway...
past the bar...with the Iroquois sign

The Iroquois Sign

Tearing Through the Surface and Diving Into the World Inside the World

Songster, Composer, & Sound Mangler

Warbling sea harbored melodies - rhythmic tintinnabulary cabalettas inside soft baked fairy tale threnodies - lilting moontouched theramins and/or psychic lithographs of balloons, barns, and braided banana leaves - sleeping during dogwatch in the crosstrees by the languid moans of threadbare weatherboards - gritty euphonic lo-fi transmissions from long dead moon farms - invocations from antique radios short circuiting in cool spring rain.

This is for the anchors which bind the sugar to the orange.
For summoning unseasonal titans to storm the calamity of drab hours, out of ether,
the cloud throned dumplings who give suck to fat breasted delight and unabashed waking -
the blimpy sprites who gratify each naked fig by imbibing their mistaken turns
into the cotton headed sighs of unloved mouse trap music. 



My work has been featured on various Netlabels, film experiments, and worldwide radio shows, including BBC6's "Introducing".

Tearing Through the Surface and Diving Into the World Inside the World

Darius Greene