Name: Late Night, Low by eponymous collective
Duration: 3 min 39 s
Description: Things will seem brighter in the morning.

Captivatingly hypnotic track. Great details floating throughout.

The delicate layers of sound are wonderful.

Haunted by the prospect of being accused of cultural appropriation,i must haste to point out a few argumants to my defence. Firtsly i will never make any money on this song,nor did i compose it for such a reason. Secondly i have the deepest respect for all native american tribes,their traditions and connection to nature and the spirit within.Had their culture prevailed the onslaught of western values we might still live on a planet untouched by human made climate change,industrial pollution and the specter of nuclear annihilation hanging over all our paranoid heads.Its such a paradox that western culture has brought us both human rights and a severe disconnect from nature,including our own nature within. 
Thirdly i have allways had a fascination for chanting of various ethnic origin,wether from native american tribes,or some buddhist monks chanting mantras.As an inborn eclectic i borrrow elements from wherever i find them and merge them into my mold of funk,jazz,pop,rock,elctronica and you name it.
But its all done with the utmost respect from my part,so if anyone should feel exploited i ensure you it was never my intention.
Most of the chanting within this song is from The Hopi nation,and the striking image to accompany the song is a cave painting of the ANT PEOPLE as described by the Hopi themselves. Oh..and the spoken words are from using a TEXT TO SPEECH online app.(Never done that before.)
Ray Ryeridge April 2023.

Opener of eyes

OPENER OF EYES

Artax rides again

La Lumière

i aint trippin

i aint trippin /  ipg1 & jigs

All words and music written by S. Drysdale 

S. Drysdale: Bass, Electric Guitar, Bass VI, Keys, Vocals
A. Reed: Programming, Keys, Vocals


The Start/The End 

The rain slips back up into the sky
And all I know
Is I’m running out of time 

As I stumble throw my memories
To find my worst 
The places and stages that I got hurt
To find anything at all

When you play with doubt you get turned a round
You can’t pull you out your just sinking like a stone
When you play with trust you’ll figure out
You’re in last place trying to weather the storm
And time is running out

So I rust to the start but all I find is the end
Eating it’s tail as if to begin 
Tracings it’s lines it all circles back
Drawing a map where the lines start to fade
To come so close but end so far
A taste of the sun as it all turns to black
So I rush to the start but all I find is the end
Eating it’s tail as if to begin
I rush to the start but all I find is the end

The Start/The End

Things will seem brighter in the morning.

Late Night, Low

YOU'RE HIDING

I know you're hiding 
behind the passage of time 
to avoid the clash 
your reflection in the mirror 

you want to escape the fate 
that I read in your hands 
to make your own way
to become someone 

and I know the reasons 
that make you smile 
when you're in pain 
I know your demons 
that drive you to lie 
when you want us to love you 

but I want you to know 
that I remain ice-cold 
to all the coin tosses 
that you throw at my face

I know where you're hiding
to cover your tracks 
i don't want your place 
it's your life you're wasting 

and I know the reasons 
that drive you to lie
when you feel hatred
I know your demons 
that make you smile
when you want us to love you 

I know you hide 
behind the passage of time 
to avoid a clash 
your reflection in the mirror 

but I want you to know 
that I remain ice-cold 
to all those coin tosses 
you throw at my face

Tu Te Caches (translated)

Where The Sun Don't Shine

'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

How long have I been gone?
Weeks, months, years?
Ship on fire
Burning in the night
Illuminates the sky
In the absence of light
Slowly sailing to a place
In my mind
Leaving everything far behind
Leaving it all behind
I understand life backwards
But I have to live it forwards
I understand life backwards
But I have to live it forwards
Time is not a river
Flowing only downstream
Time is not a hallway
Going one way or the other
Time is not an ocean
Moving in all directions
Time is a jungle
Filled with scary monsters
My ship is on fire
Drifting to a place
In my mind
My ship is on fire 
Leaving it all behind
We understand life backwards
But we have to live it forwards
We understand life backwards
But we have to live it forwards

Ship On Fire

Neptune's Lullaby - Mystical Underwater Soundscapes

1 Ocean's Whisper

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Late Night, Low

eponymous collective

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