In the dark of night, there's things that don't feel right.
Like a creature of the night with a healthy appetite
I saw a beautiful woman standing by the dance floor
I met her gaze she smiled at me
 I knew the rest was history as my heart beat quickly in my chest (in my chest)

The night past by in one big blur and in the morning there was no sign of her
I tried so hard to convince myself that it was only just a dream

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

As the day began to wane and darkness fell like bloody rain
I could feel a sense of foreboding in the air
I turned around and she was there
Next to me with long dark hair
Staring at me with a hungry pointy grin (hungry pointy grin)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Now she stops by every night and something tells me things aren’t right
Cause it’s been more than a week since I’ve seen the light of day

Now that you’ve heard my story, I hope you believe it’s true
My memory’s kind of foggy. There’s not much I can do
I’m sick of being stuck in this cold dark place
I want to feel the sun shine on my face
And I’m searching for a cure to what’s ailing me (what’s ailing me)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Vampire Dressed In Lace

Slice of life.

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at the party
in your kaftan

hesitating never knowing what to say

sunday morning
ruffled pillows

what just happened, am i waking all alone
was i dreaming how come i can’t find my phone

heart is racing
head is spinning

my new boyfriend i don’t even know your name
be my boyfriend never thought i’d play this game
listen boyfriend you have left me overthrown
be my boyfriend you can even keep the phone

Boyfriend

This is a tribute to Edgar Frose and Chris Franke aka Tangerine Dream they made me experiance music in totally new perspective when I was young and they truly got me mesmerised with their music.

Mesmerised

Guitar revenge and revolt. Infected by the norm. This is all me except the garage band beats. I saw AI is now making music on the fly. Bet it can't do my stuff! Not commercial.

Zhanre Free

Shingles Doesn't Care

Open

sunrise improv - 25082024

Inuksuit, for Piano and Celesta

[Verse]
In the boardroom, there’s no room to cry,
Deals are made where the weak will die.
It’s a game of sharks, cold steel eyes,
A fistful of dollars and a pack of lies.

They want blood, but they smile so sweet,
You’ll never see them when they move their feet.

[Chorus]
It’s a cutthroat game, no room for fear,
If you want the crown, better disappear.
It’s all or nothing, high stakes at play,
In the world of business, you don’t get to stay.

[Verse]
Behind those suits, there’s a predator’s grin,
Contracts written with a venomous pen.
You think it’s fair, you think you’re tough?
Step into the fire—it’s never enough.

You’ll claw your way just to get ahead,
But in this jungle, you’re already dead.

[Bridge]
The lights are bright, but the heart is cold,
Money speaks louder than the stories told.
No mercy here, no place to hide,
If you’re in the game, you’ve already lied.

[Chorus]
It’s a cutthroat game, no room for fear,
If you want the crown, better disappear.
It’s all or nothing, high stakes at play,
In the world of business, you don’t get to stay.

It’s a Cutthroat Game [Slow Burn Mix]

Win Or Lose (Industrial Metal Mix)

Western Plains (2023) Anthology CD3 Track 08

Copyright 2025 Brian James McDonald Publishing (ASCAP)
Inspired by these words of William Wordsworth

"Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
                      But for those first affections,
                      Those shadowy recollections,
                Which, be they what they may
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
                Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake"

Before The Eternal Silence (Piano)

Composer, mathematician, visual artist. 
Seeks collaboration with performers and choreographers.

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Inuksuit, for Piano and Celesta

David Victor Feldman