So glad you posted this one. It is one of your best Miles-flavored tracks. The chordal changes, instrumentation, and drums are pure jazz through and through.

This build up and transition is one of the best on the Cloud. Big Kudos!

this is just killer. The drumming is especially great.

Big River (Johnny Cash cover)

Out of control

Empire (ft. K19)

Written in response in seeing those poor folk in Philadelphia hooked on trance flesh eating drugs so very very sad

Xylazine Aint What It Seems

A very quick write and record this afternoon, when I probably should have been doing genuine paid work. Ah well. My apologies for the odd duff note and on-the-nose lyrics.

LYRICS

I saw a field full of stars
You were standing there
We had a house on a hill
Flowers everywhere

Life was simple, life was sweet
We had no worries, we felt complete

But oh, it was just a dream I had
When I was green and young
Oh, it was never more than that
And now I’m growing up

I saw a world lit by hope
Brighter than the one I knew
We learned from the past and understood
Where we were heading to

Instead of violence we had love
No suspicion, only trust

But oh, it was just a dream I had
When I was green and young
Oh, it was never more than that
And now I’m growing up
Now I’m growing up
Now I’m growing up

Just A Dream

Too many bloody wars! Too many children dying!

The End Of The World

A Funky Enigmachine

YT Shorts: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/MUHXrEgr8ug

Part of the Naviar Records Haiku Challenge:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku543-rain-on-the-cherry-blossoms/

with bamboo in the mix-naviarhaiku543

Ace ov Diamond

Trap Door

the indifference of mountains

The Indifference Of Mountains

"Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to imprison it in definition and dogma. Our most splendid realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, man is but a mollusk seeking to encompass the ocean.

Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a yearning in his soul that will not let him rest, an urge that compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. He lifts feeble hands to grasp the stars and despite a million years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man springs heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was young.

He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally slips from his embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he refuses to believe that she is a phantom. To him she is the only reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword of Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his breast.

Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup; Sir Launfal adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a splendid quest

Language falls. Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form and sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when we would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you," he cries; "thou, too, art a fool." So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers her insight with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. The ignorant take them literally and build for themselves prison houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce those who will not join them in the dungeon. Before the rapt vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve and fade, and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol the Reality.

Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect Light.

Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion declaration and although the very heavens echo to the reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God."

Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever with us. The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me." We travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home.

And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity."

That which we seek lives in our souls.

It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, and the heart that understands."

-Reynold E. Blight 33° K.T.

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