featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
:
You can throw away your past, but the devil gently finds ways to bring it back...  Devil's Timepiece is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The fourth tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville

Devil's Timepiece
:
Traces of smoke
Lingering soft hope
Words spit like flames
under the up-town train
Together alone
through the heat summer storm

Yes it is…
faded away
No it ain't…
the way it should stay

Church bells of peace
The devil's timepiece
Once in a while
love speaks, to the right one
'Til then I pray at the station
Penn the hymn to the speeding train

Yes it is…
No place to stay.

I saw the city lights
turn dusty moon 

I saw the blue gas-light
split the summer sky

(Yes it is…)
Last place I'll stay
No it ain't…
the only doorway

Oh, gentle violence
Time will rewind it

Oh, blame the summer wind
Sound the sirens

Who will write this down?

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devil's timepiece [ft. 4catsncoffee]

1 of June 2023
Synthesizers:
Behringer ARP 2600 Blue Marvin
Moog Model D
Moog Voyager XL
Novation Summit
Moog Sub 37

Birdtrail

Skopelos Sky is a moody & relaxing track inspired by the ‘Artful’ Greek music genre I’ve been enjoying recently. Written for complementory traditional and modern instruments. Evoking Mediterranean & Ionian musical styles

Skopelos Sky

A GarageBand Production.
Created entirely from samples.

Tell me why

Free download

Yell out

Damaged

© 2024 Pantomime Riot

Shortwave shock and light wave flairs
Monsters underneath the stairs 
Slowly seeping night discords 
Animated ouija boards 
Horror films on every night 
Creepy crawlers turning white
Bitten nails and pupils wide
Rules of nature undefined 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Blacked out moons and darker lanes 
Hard pulse crashing through the veins 
Spectrum edging small black holes
Failing limbs and sticky soles 
Sliding through the poisoned leaves 
Shadows tugging at the sleeves
Whispers landing up side down 
Earthly senses start to drown 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Swirling vortex dragging by 
Distant  rumours underlie 
Bridges now just out of sight 
Darker senses can ignite 
Are there spaces we can’t see
That shimmer in the cold debris 
Shapeshifting anomalies 
Long lost ideologies 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear

MOTHMAN

Danger Ahead !

New 6 track ambient EP inspired by all things ambient

BBC 2

Rain, Dear

Hey.

Sometimes ya just *gotta* take a wave to the face.

 
 
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Brute-force-cheeseballing the chill vibe of the old beach music of days long gone -- the fun, lighthearted stuff that my parents and in-laws still can't get enough of from their own hey-day when beach-bumming was not just a once-in-a-blue-moon-weekend grind-getaway, but a lifestyle.

I am extremely fortunate in that, for 7 times now in my adulting-in-progress life, I have been able to escape south to Siesta Key, FL with Meaghan's family for a week or two (just like I am right now), and if there is one thing that they have taught me, it's how to beach-bum just right:
 
Step 1. Wake up, pack a lunch and go to beach. 
Step 2: Take a wave to the face. 
Step 3: Go to sleep, and dream about following the very same steps the next day.

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LYRICS
Take a wave, take a wave, take a wave
To the Face
(etc.)

Let it slap some sense in ya


Don't matter if you're rich or poor
Wave to the face 
and your sense of entitlement's out the door

Can crest real high or sink down low
Jump Over Dive through, what do you do, 
here comes another wave slappin' straight for you

Won't matter the pigment that you sport
Wave to the face 
is an impartial, sea-slap-giving sort

No difference, your culture or your creed
Wave to the face 
has got the common-sense slapping 
that we humans need

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[still using the same crappy lappy mic and getting away with it so far. I mean, no Music Engineer Cops have been banging on my door yet to charge me for Vocal Crimes Against Humanity...]

Take a Wave to the Face

Stop The Clocks

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

Take a Wave to the Face

Francois Cormier