Good is Rare

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Pahuna

Wandering Echoes is a sonic journey into the heart of indigenous spirit, weaving together the ancestral songs of the Maori and related tribal cultures. This collection of tracks blends traditional chanting and rhythmic storytelling with atmospheric soundscapes, evoking the mist-covered mountains of Aotearoa and the ancient forests of Hokkaido. From the pulsing "Maori Heartstrings" to the ethereal "Whispering Winds (Ainu No Yume)," each piece serves as a bridge between the past and the present—honoring the "people of the sun" and the enduring echoes of the land.

Riverside Tales

Wind Across the Mountains

SHA SHA

"What remains when the expectations of others fall away? 'The Real Me' is a raw, introspective journey into the core of identity. This track explores the beauty found in vulnerability and the strength it takes to show your true self to the world, even when it feels like pieces of you are scattered.

Another chapter in the Echoes of Eswar series, reflecting the honest moments that define us.

Here's the real me

This set is a live mix performed by Apes on Acid on May 29th at Anthem Orlando as direct support for MADGRRL at Berlin Techno Night.

Psytrance and Acid Mix: Direct Support Set for MADGRRL at Berlin Techno Night

Sands of Time is a hypnotic, cinematic piece that captures the shifting, timeless nature of the Iranian desert. Using layered, pulsing percussion and haunting, wind-swept melodies, the track mirrors the constant motion of dunes and the enduring presence of the horse across Middle Eastern history. It is a tribute to the resilient spirit of the desert steed, symbolizing how these animals have been the steadfast companions of nomads, warriors, and royalty alike, moving silently through the centuries as history is written in the sand.

Sands of Time

Gallop Through Time is a propulsive, cinematic composition that links the ancient tactical brilliance of the Parthian cavalry with the timeless spirit of the Middle Eastern horse. Featuring driving, syncopated rhythms and sweeping, heroic melodies, the track captures the momentum of centuries of equestrian evolution. It is a powerful tribute to the speed, endurance, and grace of these legendary steeds, honoring their legacy in both the survival of ancient empires and the continued prestige of equestrian traditions across Iran and the broader region.

Gallop Through Time

Lyrics written by, and music produced by Joe Kirk. CopyRight 2026.

To the ones out there.
I wish you could all hear me now.
If only my heart could be loud enough.
The past and the constraint that it is.
Memories of all of us, burning away into a new nothing.
I try to hold on to the good times in my mind.
My friend, maybe you can remember though.

I barely can create the pictures in my head.
The ones of you and I especially.
I often wonder what happens.
When the last memory expires.
What happens after the last song plays in your heart.
I hope and pray that you can remember though my love.

Time and the game that it plays.
We danced without fear my darling.
We dared them all, as we stepped out on the blade.
The past is sharp and it cuts deep as we know.
So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

Yesterday stings the eyes in strange ways.
Looking back is like peering into the sun.
Reluctant we are these days baby.
To hold you and then wish upon the stars.
Too many scars on the hearts of those.
See the star fall, let's both just watch it go.

What if I told you my sweet love.
I am done with making it up as we go.
The memories are fine and that's good if you got them.
But I want to love you even harder right now.
The moments that we have are all there really is.
I can't remember too much about yesterday.
Remind me right now with your kiss.

Time and the game that it plays.
We danced without fear my darling.
We dared them all, as we stepped out on the blade.
The past is sharp and it cuts deep as we know.
So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

To the ones out there.
I wish you could all hear me now.
If only my heart could scream loud enough.
The past and the constraint that it is.
Memories of all of us, burning away into a new nothing.
I try to hold on to the good times in my mind.
My friend, maybe you can remember though.

Time and the game that it plays.
We danced without fear my darling.
We dared them all, as we stepped out on the blade.
The past is sharp and it cuts deep as we know.
So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

So, to the memory of our love, and as it grows.
I let time go.

SteppeD oN ThE blaDe.  Pale1/ Chrome Dolphins

I believe that sound is a silent language that speaks directly to the soul. My work is an exploration of how frequencies and rhythms can create spaces for reflection and peace. I design each piece with the intention of aligning the mind and heart, inviting you to listen not just with your ears, but with your entire being.

Good is Rare

Eswar Jabba

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