@dtrxtdctyxdtdtssedtrr: thank you bailey.

Fantastic and fresh music! I really enjoyed the vibe! Biggest Congrats, man! 😎👌

Lyrics
Remember when you were a dying soldier
Pretending in the city playground
Maybe it was World War II
Maybe Apocalypse Now

There was never a shortage 
of anti-war films
Plenty enough to go round
War was bad unless your side was winning
Reading in the news
  when we win or lose. 
Jammin out the tunes on a Saturday
Making me crazy gonna dance all day
Delusions of grandeur well it’s hard to say
Would rather have drifted than have to stay

Away from you and your ugly dog 
Maybe it's true our love is god
Maybe a step in the right direction
Maybe on a merry go round

Maybe you dreamt it
Couldn’t be real 
Maybe just a memory found
Maybe just a memory found
Maybe just a memory found

I remember you swam the ocean
But never saw any sharks
Sharks were said to roam the pool halls
And loan you money when in debt
Took the loan and got bit hard
When you couldn’t pay it back
Got pulled under and saw the blood
Screamed about a shark attack

You were too young to remember Jaws
But it really freaked us out
We couldn’t decide was real or not
Like getting punched in the mouth. 

Maybe you dreamt it
Couldn’t be real 
Maybe just a memory found

Maybe you dreamt it
Couldn’t be real 
Maybe just a memory found

Maybe you dreamt it
Couldn’t be real 
Maybe just a memory found

Maybe you dreamt it
Couldn’t be real 
Maybe just a memory found
Maybe just a memory found

Memory Found

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

I love the KSB sound. This instrumental inspired me to make the lyrics and songline, and i "gave it a bit of a new wave techno"-vibe.

https://soundcloud.com/killasoundboy/outlaws-instrumental-krt-production-open-for-collab?si=d2168fab89d94bacbe7c1a28be696eec&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


I'm an outlaw- Lyrics

Maybe it’s true I’m wild and hard to control
And maybe it’s because
I have an untamable soul
I’m always on the run
I stay out of the sun, out of the sun, out out
Out of the light, out out
I’m an outlaw

I have to hide
An Outlaw
Yes Sir, Yes Mam,
That’s what I am
I am an outlaw

I’m under a ban
I’m under restriction
The law no longer offers me protection

Banned, barred, prohibitted, forbidden, Fugitive, Veto, embargo, outcast

Outlaw (KillaSoundBoy-Saskia)

Cast of Characters:
Didier Burli-- @didierburli — acoustic guitar, main vocals, composition
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Roland Phantom organ, Roland piano, Paul Reed Smith cutom SE electric guiar, Warwick four string fretless bass, vocal harmonies
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar

This song began with Didier coming up with it on his acoustic guitar. However, when he first sent it to Josh, he had played electric guitar, bass, keys, and drums on it, because he is a very talented multi-intrumentalist. This song passes the stool test, though, which is the question of whether it sounds good with someone just sitting on a stool with a guitar, playing and singing it. So, when we asked him to give us a version that we could add to, it was already a great song that he sent us with just him singing over his acoustic guitar. 
  Tez was the first one up on this one, adding the fiery fills throughout, as well as the co-solo at the end. Ken entered the fray next, adding his rock solid, dynamic drums. Once the drums were down giving him something to play against, Josh added his fretless bass to the song. Being very excited about this one, he also added piano, organ, and eventually the lead guitar solo at the end. He also went in and added all the vocal harmonies throughout. Stephen then brought up the rear with some really cool textural guitar throughout. 
  Once we had it in the bag, we asked Tez to produce and mix it for us, which he did in his usual expert fashion. 
  This is our first song with Didier, but we hope it's just the beginning of his new inclusion into the Eclectic Collective family. He has a lot of great music on his page, which is worth checking out, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by Didier Burli:
I wish I could stay awake but I need to sleep
Thunder is on it's way but I don't hear it
I don't fear the ghouls, and I don't fear the creeps
And with this dancing zombie, I don't know what to do with it
And I just get too much information....
in the middle of the night, when everything is silent....

(chorus) And the noise rises up
From all those things, that mankind does, that makes you want throw up

(chorus) And the noise rises up
From all those things, that mankind does that makes you want dream of

(chorus) And the noise rises up
From all those things that makes you scared of

(chorus) And the noise rises up
From all those things that mankind lost

And I just get too much information....
in the middle of the night, when everything is silent....

The Noise Rises Up (Eclectic Collective with Didier Burli)

Sunny Day

One More Time

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is a simple and cheerful song for our dog named Waldek who is a fan of music and especially country music! 🍀

Of course, I also love country vibe (especially Johnny Cash !!!) and use this musical heritage, but here I certainly don’t play in this style. 
Fortunately, Waldek liked this song! 🔆

Hope you enjoy the vibe! 
Thanks a lot for listening and support!
Artur

Walking with my Dog

This is a revamp of a song i released a few years ago. I have added a few extra pieces to enhance the song.  It seems more relevant today than ever before. The world is full of Narcissist's this is for them and please ...do sing  along...I suppose the message in the song is very simple ..
When everything in your life is falling apart, its never your fault , its always someone else's because you are so much smarter, funnier, better that everybody else, they just cant see it. ha ha ha 
" It's always someone else's Fault " 
Written, recorded and produced by 
John Mc Farlane

The Narcissist's Anthem

Number02

This is an old home recording from the late nineties. 

*** CORRER NA PRAIA ***

Neste azul poente, ao sol, ao vento brincam ondas, 
luzimentos que não faz qualquer sentido alguém biografar.
Mesmo o túnel mais perfeito nunca teve um nome,
nem retrato de família que as ondinhas queiram recordar.

Tanto mar!...
Eu também sou movimento que se vai quebrar
nas margens do esquecimento deste imenso mar.
Beija-me perdidamente, antes de eu voltar
a surfar o firmamento lindo...

Vem ler poemas dos helénios
escuta o canto dos milénios
das trirremes que passaram de regresso ao lar.
Vê, quando abraço a areia quente
eu abraço tanta gente 
que deixou suas pegadas à beira do mar...

Tanto mar!... (etc.)

E, se escutares a minha prece,
explico-te a extinção da espécie
que um dia se esqueceu de se multiplicar.
Quimicamente és tão perfeita
que a mente não aceita
seres mais um castelo de areia à beira do mar.

Tanto mar!... (etc.)

Correr Na Praia

My new album "Dreams of the Byzantines" is streaming June 13th, 2025. Please check out my new website darrencsullivan.com for videos and albums to purchase.

Thanks for the kindness and support.

Memory Found

Darren Sullivan

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Delirata 1983

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