Spaceman

The Party's Over

Out of the Fullness

I Belong to You

Slow Restaurant Jazz: Restaurant Instrumental Jazz, Calm Atmosphere

Enjoy Brunch

taking inspiration from slim shady and Tyler the creator on this instrumental. having fun rapping about fucked up shit.

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Jeffy Freestyle

sad vibe about anxiety and depression 

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A few weeks ago, I took you back to 1979, to a song I did alone, just me and a guitar in a room never intended for recording, done with a stereo system and cassette deck, one old Shure 58 mic. To my surprise, the response has been heart- warming! It has had more plays the any other of my songs. Well, I unearthed another in my archives, same date, same place, same room. It also has been converted from analog to digital, as is, which doesn’t leave much wiggle room for production, so what you hear is what you get. The tune is called “Riddle ‘n Rhymes” and it’s a statement about how I came to look at life at the time of it’s original complete writing, 1972, in Vermont. I was 30. Looking forward to sharing another solo write from my archives, one that’s hard to put in a clear-cut genre. I hope you enjoy a bit of history! Thanks to all of you who responded so kindly that first dip that far back in time! I wasn’t recording much then, so it’s rare! The original lyrics will be included in this post. 
Lyrics:
Riddle in Rhymes   1971 / ‘72
1.    Well it looks just like a problem if you picture it that way.
      And you got to admit it makes you feel real weird
      And it all works out okay.
      So I’m askin’ you this riddle, just to see if you recall
      If life is a hall, and time is a wall
      Where you gonna hang that picture, mama, 
      When there ain’t no time at all.

2.	It looks just like a red light if it’s the only one you’ve seen.
        You got to look both ways before you go,
 	You got to let that light turn green.
	So I’m askin’ you this riddle, Just to let you know the score
	If life is a store and time is the door, then
        Where you gonna get your credit, mama, 
        When it ain’t open no more.

3. 	And it looks just like a put down, when you slip and put it there.
         I know that my words can be turned and twisted, 
         ‘til it looks like I don’t care.
         So I’m askin’ you this riddle, just to hear you called by name
         If life is a game and time is the same, then
         Where you gonna point your pistol, mama, 
         When there’s no one else to blame.

Scat verse… (some doot de doots)

4.	It looks just like a gamble, when you don’t know the outcome,
        And if you let it be known you need the insurance, 
        Somebody gonna sell you some
        So I’m asking you this riddle, baby,
        Just to find out how you feel
        If life is a wheel, And time isn’t real
        Then how you gonna cut and shuffle, mama 
        When it come down to your deal.
 
 Tag: And it looks just like a problem, if you picture it that way!

Riddle in Rhymes

I been on my started popping on my own

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On My Own

Chicago Symphony Orchestra
David Afkham, conductor
Vadim Gluzman, violin
Bernard Haitink, conductor

Afkham & Gluzman - Broadcast

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Each verse unveils layers of vulnerability and raw honesty as the protagonist confronts their inner turmoil, questioning the reliability of divine guidance amidst life's trials and tribulations. The chorus serves as a cathartic release, echoing the universal human experience of yearning for assurance and seeking solace in a faith that feels elusive.

Through its soul-stirring melodies and introspective lyrics, "Trust Issues" captures the essence of a journey towards reconciliation, offering listeners a poignant reflection on the complexities of faith, doubt, and the enduring quest for spiritual certainty.

Trust Issues

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Sometimes (ft Toxin)

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Ego Death

The Sweet Illusion

A raw, one-take acoustic song.
This is a song about being stuck in a prison of your own making, calling the "poison water 'sweet, good wine.'" It's for anyone who's been so lost for so long, they've "forgotten what goodness even feels like."
It's about the paradox of grace: the moment a guide offers you a beautiful lie—a sweet illusion—just to give you a place to rest, only to take it away once you're strong enough to face the truth.
It's a song about the rest stop, not the final destination.
(Lyrics based on the wisdom of the Conjured City parable.)

Lyrics: 
(Verse 1) 
I built my house on a crooked line 
Called the poison water "sweet, good wine" 
Called the anger in my blood "a righteous spine" 
And this whole damn prison... I called it "mine."

(Verse 2) 
I walk in circles 'til my feet are raw 
My "right and wrong" is just my favorite flaw 
I chase a pleasure that just bites and claws 
And I don't know how to live... by any other laws.

(Chorus) 
Is there a goodness that I plain forgot? 
A taste of joy that can't be sold or bought? 
My heart's a lock, and the key is lost 
I never even stopped to count the cost. 
I don't know how to do good... 
Hell, I'm not even sure I would.

(Verse 3) 
I was on that highway, bleedin' out my faith 
My spirit just a pale and tired wraith 
I told the guide, "I'm givin' up the fight." 
(The guitar gets softer, almost tender) 
He said, "I know... but rest here for the night." 
And he raised a city, shinin' in the sand 
Said, "This is home, son... this is the promised land."

(Verse 4) 
And that illusion... Lord, it tasted sweet 
I slept for ages, got back on my feet I thought 
I'd made it, thought my journey's end 
Was in that city, with my newfound friend 
(Guitar stops. One beat of cold silence) 
But when I woke up strong... he just smiled and waved his hand 
And there was nothin' but the desert... Nothin' but the sand.

(Chorus 2 - The Turn) 
He said, "That was the goodness that you plain forgot... 
"The taste of joy that can't be sold or bought. 
"Your heart's a lock... but here's the key: 
"That city wasn't for you... 
(Voice breaks, just a little) 
...That city was me."

(Pivot) 
I don't know how to do good... 
(Guitar hangs on a suspended, aching chord) 
But he just stood there... 
And he would.

(Outro) 
(The first "stuck" guitar pattern returns. But it's slower now. It's not "stuck" anymore... it's "walking.") 
He just stood there... and he would. ... 
My house is built on a crooked line... 
But I'm walkin'... 
And the road is fine. 
I'm just walkin'... 
And the road is fine. 
(Guitar pattern plays twice, then stops cold.)

The Sweet Illusion

The Weight of the Hour is an atmospheric reflection on the moments that define us — and how they linger long after time has passed.

It’s not about loss or love, but the stillness between them. Where breath, silence, and thought become their own rhythm.

The sound blends cinematic folk and ambient post-rock — slow-burning, heavy, but beautifully alive.

LUMINOR — The Philosopher Arc begins.

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The Weight of the Hour

🎤 Venture into the abyss of Lord Xenu's auditory tapestry on SoundCloud. 🌑 Let the echoes of my dark verses engulf your senses in an eternal embrace. 🎶 Join the descent into the depths of darkness, where the beats resonate with haunting intensity. ☠️ #LordXenu #RealmofShadows #EtherealBeats #AbyssalRhymes #HipHopUnderworld #SoundCloudSovereign #SonicEnigma 🎧


if this is my story so be it - Xenu

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