Prelude in Em  (Chopin)  remixed and remastered

Tranquilo Y Relajado (Reggaeton Instrumental) - TOPSDLS

Hush Street Minneapolis

Vocals, Lyrics and Instruments by Robert Grigg.

Follow The Son

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All In

#pop #indie

[VERSE 1]
Smoke rings, silver screens
Anything to keep it all at bay
Lord, when will this cycle end?
I plea as I tread the path I paved

[PRE CHORUS]
What a Wistful way to go out
Swayed by all the motions
And dreading these notions
Guess I have to consume
This vile potion —
With no counter-concoction in sight

[CHORUS]
Supernova, like a dying star
I will fall apart at the seams
With Every flare and breath I take
Im just  but a phantom on the run
Fated to be a long-forgotten sun

[VERSE 2]
Shadows dance by the funeral pier
Echoes of the great fall
Circle the halls
Chasing highs to no avail
Once full of promise
Now I’m but a hallow sun
 irregular , Nebula
Stages before I go

[CHORUS]
Supernova, like a dying star
I will fall apart at the seams
With Every flare and breath I take
Im just  but a phantom on the run
Fated to be a long-forgotten sun

Ah ah ah ah aha ah

Ah ah ah ah aha ah

[BRIDGE]
Every puff is a fleeting prayer
Every light, is a fleeting seance
To the days of old 
And a bargain for

Every puff is a fleeting prayer
Every light, is a fleeting seance
To the days of old 
And a bargain for
There retur

There return in vain
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ahh

[CHORUS]
Supernova, like a dying star
I will fall apart at the seams
With Every flare and breath I take
Im just  but a phantom on the run
Fated to be a long-forgotten sun

Supernova, a fading sun
Collapsing from within
What a bittersweet sight for sore
Eyes 
sight for sore eyes
Ah huh
Supernova super!
Supernova super!
Nova

[OUTRO]
What a Wistful way to go out
Engulfed in the flares
Radioactive solemn dread
Ever consuming
With no counter-concoction in sight
Hmmm

Supernova

Lyrics:
The devil was in the swamp this morning
When I pressed my finger to the trigger
Thirteen suns erupted 
His sweating, bloody skin smelt like pennies
Every shadow in the swamp disappeared

He radiated, the place in darkness
The only glow came from below that hood
I made my brother a windfall apple
Black edges of red glaze, shone like they're wet

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

My ears jutted out, sharpened into horns
Skin casting black light that trailed red
From the crucifix, Christ scowled back at me
Mercantile eyes rolled back into his head
Oh how he'll scorch me for such insolence
Hands a steeple, I lay my head to my thumbs
The vessel of the colonial ghost
His veins pulsed with hallowed merchantism 

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

The skin of his back hung loose like a web
From its shoulder blades seeped red and purple
I followed   its veins, splitting and spreading
Six legged spots crawled in and our of the scars

Now come the days of hunger, days of thirst
Mirror image pylons frame the roadside
They bounded straight, endlessly, together
Mocked the heavens, married the city sky


WINDFELL

It's just a little bling, bling vibe to put a smile on your face 😁  

Bling bling

submission for Impressions Vignette #1 hosted by KaleOverlord for Itch.IO October 2025

Spring's Promise

We recorded once two years ago. Here we are again with a new instrumental produced by Tim Sanders.
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Tim Sanders - Guitars, Keyboards and Drum Arrangements 
Ron Snyder - Guitar
Richard Johnson - Bass

Triple Aces (Instrumental) -  T. Sanders, R. Snyder, R. Johnson (Produced by Tim Sanders)

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Spring's Promise

Doug Stoothoff