All instruments, lyrics performed, arranged and composed by Evan McDoniels.  Photography by Evan McDoniels

He walked through circles of worlds
Magnatonic swirls ovals oak burl
A tinge of sandalwood and juniper burned into the sleeve of his shirt
The smell of camping in the red mesas of northern Arizona
A conversation with sage
Only heard when javalinas translate
To the cactus and rocks
A waft of sacred scarred into the lock
Whom, what or where was the creature to be?
Why be cataloged into the canon
Of pretenders and wallowers
When the land of Maderas 
Awaits in softest fleeces
And offerings off the coats of sheep
Building a blanket of spaceship kites
And a planet out of airplane parts and speckled eggs
This he knew when he walked into the challenge
There was one possibility to succeed and it involved 
A large amount of bravado mixed with cactus spines and rancid wine
Cowboy hats had no purpose anymore in this factory
Civility and politeness had no validity within this callous vanity

Part 3- He Walked Through Circles Of Worlds

Please use nice heaphones or proper speakers for much better listening experience!
Play at max volume to hear all the nullified nuances, idiotic improbalities, sleekily sinister soundwaves, rapturously rawer ramifications plus all those creaks/bleeps/hisses as well!
The Spiders are the Guardians of my House! Whatever that means, hahaha.
Cheers!

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The Bedlams of Nevermore (memo of a freak)

Song a week 2025 #13

I used a backlog of prompts: 
Reddit - Birthday and Blue Sky
Songaweek.org: Outlast, (Takes) what it takes, Bended knee, None other, Second to none

I had an intense conversation with someone yesterday who was telling me how he was preparing for his son's future.  This is his story. 








Photo Credit: Synergee (Fair use)

On Your Eighteenth Birthday

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The Tribulation Town Transmissions

Original by Conor Oberst

Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
I saw your legends lined up
And I never felt more natural
Apart, I just came apart
Please, please, please sister Socrates
You always answer with a question
Show some kindness to a petty thief
Forgive, you did forgive
And watch the migrants' smoke in the old orange grove
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
You've been a father to me, your 1960's speak
Give me comatose joy like re-run TV
While the mountainside was shining
Wild colors of my destiny
I watched your face age backwards changing shape in my memory
You taught me victory's sweet even deep in the cheap seats
Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
Can you deliver me from evil
Make me honest, make me wedding cake
Atone, I will atone
Wait, wait, wait mighty outer space
All that flying saucer terror
Made me lazy, drinking lemonade
A waste, it just went to waste
Like the freon cold out the hotel door
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
You've been a daughter to me, your buried shoebox grief
I felt your poltergeist love like Savannah heat
While the waterfall was pouring
Crazy symbols of my destiny
I watched your face die backwards little baby in my memory
You told me victory's sweet even deep in the cheap seats
And you don't judge me
That's not your style
But I won't see you for a little while
And there's no worries, oh Lord, who's got time
All these changes gonna fill your mind
Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
It's been a nightmare for me, some 1980's greed
Gives me parachute dreams like old war movies
While the universe was drawing
Perfect circles for infinity
I watched the stars get smaller tiny diamonds in my memory
I know that victory is sweet even deep in the cheap seats

Cape Canaveral (Cover)

Seeing you brings my head down,
Are you lost inside your final dream?
We don't know how to get out,
I don't know how to be. 

Being angry won't bring you back,
It won't give us one more day,
It's the knife that cuts into the past,
My only escape. 

Final Dream

August Demos 2: Guitar demo that may lend itself to a spoken word lyric or adding bass, spacey drums, etc.

Mellow Melancholy Guitar Dreams

Part two of the Prayer.  The first one I pictured one guitar as the rhythm guitar communicating back and forth with a bird who is symbolized by the second guitar.  It's fun to track with midi guitar because you can be playing as two very different instruments simultaneously (ie the midi is a synth or organ and the guitar pickup is the guitar tone through the effects pedals/amps).  Music is just a series of interconnected colors much like a matriarch tree is not a tree alone but interconnected to mycelium and other organisms who coordinate with each other to thrive.  

Anyway, I digress but the second part feel free to notice what changes you feel within yourself, your emotion and maybe it's a good sonic landscape to identify something you are grateful for and dream about all the creative ways that 'something' could be made stronger, healthier or more creative.  Maybe you're grateful for clean water and you visualize a water sculpture that can make the water even more alive and gorgeous for others to appreciate.

12 String Prayer Among the Birds: Part 2

Midi guitar layers.  Effects playgrounds.  Whimsical sonic dreams, sleepwalking adventures.

Beautiful and Badass Organs and Guitars Playing Games Together

In a galaxy not far away, around a dying star, lies the orbit of a feline fortress- a planet just for us!
In a race against the expanding outer layers of our sun, we must open every portal until a brand new world is won. 
What evil may come?

Cloaked claws, powerful paws,
Veiled in magic mystery, our incantations rise.
Cloaked claws, this is our cause!
Be it fate or destiny, our future is in the sky.

Cloaked Claws

Title is a play on words involving titles of the pedals used for the song.  This one is in the Prayer series.

Qi Pedaling Mood Into The Next Star System

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