Name: The Voice That Wasn't Mine by Flannel Salad
Duration: 4 min 7 s
Description: A psychedelic jam set inside an abandoned observatory at the edge of the galaxy. A man begins to lose his mind.

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Writer: Hexaliohm
Producer: Hexaliohm
Mastering: Hexaliohm
Artwork: Hexaliohm

Intelligente Life

Intelligent Life

Galactic Surfer

This song started the same time writing of 50 years We Roll. I kept the rewind button on hold a little longer with this song written for Joeys Badd Ass Band to perform as a Blues/Jazz song.  

We were just kids with a stereo glow
Living for the sound, letting the good times roll

[Verse 1 – Voice 1]
Backseat cruising, summer breeze
Dad’s old radio playing Smokey’s melodies
Marvin’s voice like a velvet flame
Taught me love was more than just a name
[Verse 1 – Voice 2]
Stevie’s keys lit up the night
“Superstition” made everything feel right
Earth, Wind & Fire in the backyard air
We danced like we didn’t have a care

[Chorus – Both]
🎵
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us, heart and soul
Voices smooth, guitars that cried
Every beat made us feel alive
From vinyl spins to the late-night shows
We found ourselves in the highs and lows
Oh, I miss those days, don’t you know
When the music found us on the radio
🎵

[Verse 2 – Voice 2]
The Eagles flew through desert skies
“Hotel California” opened up our eyes
Fleetwood Mac with their tangled hearts
Taught us how to heal when love falls apart
[Verse 2 – Voice 1]
Zeppelin thundered through the haze
While Elton lit up our teenage days
Queen made us dream, Bowie made us bold
And The Stones kept rolling, never getting old

[Chorus – Both]
🎵
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us, heart and soul
Voices smooth, guitars that cried
Every beat made us feel alive
From vinyl spins to the late-night shows
We found ourselves in the highs and lows
Oh, I miss those days, don’t you know
When the music found us on the radio
🎵

Multi-Personality

Growing up on the Radio

victory-chains

Hotel California(Reggae cvr)

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"The music, is the key that unlocks hidden emotions, which can transport you anywhere."

Music is a teleportation, which can take us to other places in other dimensions, instantly, with just a thought. It has the power to heal, to save hearts, and to connect our minds, souls, and bodies through the rhythm.
Embark on this journey with a Progressive Beat 🤍

Lyrics:

"-La música, es la llave que abre las emociones ocultas, que puede transportarte a cualquier parte.
"-Music is the key that unlocks hidden emotions, that can transport you anywhere."

"-El ritmo nos conecta, incluso, quando las palabras, no puedem."
"-Rhythm connects us, even when words can't."

"-Donde las palabras fallan, la musica habla."
"-Where words fail, music speaks."

Writer: Hexaliohm
Producer: Hexaliohm
Mastering: Hexaliohm
Artwork: Hexaliohm

La Musik

A psychedelic jam set inside an abandoned observatory at the edge of the galaxy. A man begins to lose his mind.

The Voice That Wasn't Mine

Chant-driven ceremonial track blending Amazonian and Native American influences

Ceremony of the Fifth Breath

[Verse 1]
We grew up with pixels and those Napster nights, Fighting through darkness to find digital lights. Trading tracks past midnight, when broadband was just a dream, Sharing new music on sites behind the screen. We spent our allowance to get every track, There was no simple way of ever turning back.

[Chorus]
Where every single rhythm helps us forgive. To be truly free, and learn how to live. Learning through melody, that life is a dance, Embracing the moment and every chance. Seeing the person we're meant to be, It's the song that keeps setting us all free.

[Bridge]
From those deep hip-hop beats to the soft synth-pop tunes, The soundtracks of our youth beneath digital moons. Every genre and style helped to shape our ways, In mixtapes, playlists, and our old-school plays. The harmony bound us and gave us the key, To find all the stories we needed to see.

[Chorus]
Where every single rhythm helps us forgive. To be truly free, and learn how to live. Learning through melody, that life is a dance, Embracing the moment and every chance. Discovering the person we're meant to be, It's the song that keeps setting us all free.

[Outro]
Now the Wi-Fi's strong and the tracks appear so fast, No more broken links, the hard downloading has passed. From the pixel screens to the powerful stream's new wave, The shared spirit of music is what we can save. It's still the best feeling when that right song comes along.

Napster Nights

🇺🇸
 This song began with the moment a familiar voice suddenly felt distant.
 It reflects the quiet ache of reaching out and finding only coldness in return.
 A longing for comfort that kept circling back to the very source of the hurt.
 It’s the echo left behind when a voice refuses to leave the mind.
🇰🇷  
익숙했던 목소리가 낯설게 멀어지던 순간에서 시작된 노래.
손을 내밀었지만 차가운 침묵만 돌아오던 감정.
상처를 주는 존재에게조차 기대고 싶어지는 모순된 마음,
그리고 끝내 머릿속을 떠나지 않는 잔향에 대한 기록.

Just a Curse (Sensual Rock ver.)

Ramshackle

I create music in styles and genres I love (and there are a LOT). I especially enjoy experimenting with genre fusion, instrumentation, and arrangement. If it brings you joy, that makes me happy.

This music is not monetized. It's to bring musical joy to me (and hopefully you!). Thanks so much for listening

Released under the name Flannel Salad (formerly Scurlock).

The Voice That Wasn't Mine

Flannel Salad

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