Peter's lyric and vocal is so beautiful and poignant, and the vibe of the music is front-to-back a love song.  So honored to have a share in the making of the song.

Sometimes the music just draws the words onto the page.  Like here for example.  Wonderful music and production, Conny, and that soft guitar is just sublime David (I think I know which one it is...:)

You three are a great team, and these songs are things of beauty, evocative and comforting, but never hiding from their various truths.

Beautiful music and poem of grief for humanity. There was this saloon nearby that used to have these doomsday parties based on certain apocalyptic prediction dates... they celebrated afterwards. The Doomsday Clock points to the ameliorable agents you have mentioned. Here's a quote I like: 'I might' in response to someone saying none of us will survive this. hahaha.

Still the proof here, that your trio sparks musically speaking .... with a great cry of hope given by the text of this English poet. Nice achievement in any case.

Bill Barek - Guitar
Ragias Christos - Vocals, Lyrics

ACID BREATHING

Begin now to breathe,
Handmade by yourself,
Reality lives,
Time from your Breath.

Begin now to live,
Thoughtmade by your will,
Dimension denies,
What messages mean.

Yourself is the will,
Direct to a cell,
Universe lives,
God Knows Your Breath,

Begin now to breathe - Begin now to live,
Handmade by yourself - Thoughtmade by your will,
Reality lives time from your breath,
Dimension denies what messages mean.

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Acid Breathing (Lyrics on Description)

Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Experience the eclectic blend of jazz genres in the latest track. From smooth jazz to bebop and fusion, immerse yourself in a captivating fusion of styles.

Floomara Swaylix Duo

at sunset
autumn video:
https://youtu.be/H6hEqQ_hQxs

закатилось солнце ясное

https://youtu.be/AvFLQevu5nY?si=Y_S1gqJ3eeiY8QIN

There is an order in all life. Birth, aging, sickness and death. Spring, Summer, Autumn and winter. You see it in everything that grows. The order never changes. Winter can not come after Spring. Why would the life of a human being follow a different law of life?

Full Circle of Life

Is the circle about to close again?

We can all, with a little study of the history of our planet, see how every few million years there comes a catastrophe that brings extinction to most of the things that live on the planet.

Has humanity, through its clueless behavior and actions, despite our enormously short time here, accelerated the event horizon to such an extent that we are now seeing the beginning of another global transformation, for better or for worse?

And what would possibly survive such, and perhaps be able to start a new cycle of development?
We feel that this question is actually relevant. What do you think?

Beautiful Poem & Vocals/Narration - Peter; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Lovely Left Guitar - David; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, Mix & Production - Seagull; @farout-music-studio

Slowly Time Running Out

A clear black light has painted out the stars tonight.
A tear-prismed rainbow wells in my eyes.
I’m clinging to my dead rose,
Shuffling down these broken roads,
With no end in sight, no will left to fight.

A long black cloud veiled through the moonlight, where,
The softest requiem prayer is lost in the air.
As a spadeful of dirt,
Hits the casket of hurt,
To bury my cares and inter our despair.

When the sands of time are shifting no more,
I’ll stand behind, with those left on the shore.
And as Jerusalem compels
Peals of leather muffled bells
Will chill to the core with their funereal score.

Slowly time running out - Peter, David & Seagull

Get ready to dive into a sonic journey with “On the Floor,” a breakbeat track infused with electrifying rock guitar riffs. Created in collaboration with my talented friends Leo & Bross, this track is a fusion of energy and rhythm that will keep you moving.
Fun behind-the-scenes fact: Leo didn’t recognize the chords from their own song used in this track and can't understand that it is possible to make completely different song while using same chords as their song which means that now is completely different song 😲 As a great artist and man, I will anyway still honer their contributions to my song, which inspired me to make completely new track. 
 
 I am just joking but in every good joke is a little bit of truth 😉

  



KhanWu ft. Leo & Bross - On the Floor

BLUES TIME

όνειρα (... όνειρα...) [dreams]

Cut the Cycle

De Manhã Cedo

Welcome to my world,  🌍
and a warm thank you to all of you who take your time to listen, comment and like my songs. It is much appreciated !! 😉 🙏🏽

And a huge thank you to all of you who have collaborated with me on many of the songs! 😀 ❤️

Videos are on my YouYube channel  📽

And by the way TERROR, THREAT & WAR NOT ACCEPTED!

Slowly time running out - Peter, David & Seagull

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