very nice track, like the transtions and the depth

abstract oddities

Destination: Elsewhere

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projections  -A psychonauts  journey

Lyrics (Lennon/McCartney)

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creeping like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest.

See how they run.

Lady Madonna lying on the bed.
Listen to the music playing in your head. 

Tuesday afternoon is never-ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night, your stockings needed mending.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Lady Madonna [The Beatles Cover]

Original composition….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

En Aquellos Tiempos

[Intro]  
He painted the moments, one word at a time,  
A poet of the diamond, his voice so divine.  
From Brooklyn to LA, under stars so bright,  
Vin Scully called the game, our beacon in the night.  


[Verse 1]  
Born in the Bronx, '27 was the year,  
A boy with a dream, a voice we’d revere.  
Started with the Dodgers, young and true,  
From Ebbets Field to Chavez Ravine's view.  

He told us the stories, the heart and the soul,  
Each pitch, each swing, his voice made us whole.  
With every crack of the bat, the crowd’s roar,  
Vin gave us memories, forever more.  



[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  


[Verse 2]  
October '88, Kirk Gibson limped to the plate,  
Dodgers down, the hour growing late.  
“High fly ball to right, she is… gone!”  
His words lit the night, a legend was born.  

But it wasn’t just moments, it was the feel,  
The stories between, his magic so real.  
From the hum of the crowd to a soft summer breeze,  
Vin made baseball a symphony with ease.  

[Bridge]  
“And in a year that has been so improbable,”  
The words etched in hearts, undeniable.  
He brought us the drama, the joy, and the tears,  
Through decades of summers, through all of the years.  


[Verse 3]  
He retired in glory, the mic laid to rest,  
A humble goodbye from one of the best.  
But his voice lingers on, in memory’s embrace,  
In every Dodger fan’s heart, a sacred place.  

From Koufax’s no-hitter to Aaron’s pursuit,  
Vin’s call was the thread, timeless and true.  
A storyteller unmatched, with grace and with pride,  
Vin Scully, forever, our faithful guide.  


[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  

[Outro]  
Now the booth is silent, but the stars still gleam,  
Vin watches over the field of dreams.  
A voice like his, we’ll never reclaim,  
Forever in history, the voice of the game.  


Voice of the Game (The Ballad of Vin Scully)

Inner Peace

Inner Peace (Original Mix)

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Personal  Velocity

Flower of Life

TECH HOUSE 103!

Track's lyrics were written by Badtripp Inc and the music came to be by try and retry for hours the Suno AI. A song about the horrors that changes soldiers: "They don't come back right"

Soldier, universal

Nomad’s Dream — a journey beyond time, where a nomad’s dreams dissolve into desert mirages, and the wind whispers forgotten mantras between the rhythms of shamanic drums and the voices of ancient stars.  Each sound here is like a footprint in the sand, each vibration — the breath of the Earth, interwoven with Eastern melodies, monk chants, and the echo of eternity.  This is an organic heart beat, a meditation in motion, a dance of the spirit between worlds, illuminated by inner light and the call of distant planets.

Nomad's Dream

Glimpses of This Heaven We've Forgotten

Trying out the new Thall Amp plugin by Odeholm Audio

I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment.

Life has almost endless chapters. Imagine you can hear them. My life as an artist is to make visual and aural experiences for open minded listeners. So you can hear my life and perhaps hum to an echo and become part of what I am.

Personal Velocity

David Gurski

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