Realy great guitar sound - your voice is special and good - like it

your music reflects your bio with great happy tones and creative talent

This is fuckin' great. Made a pact with the Lord of this world, didn't you? Hm... probably not, he's a bloody amateur.

Great guitar strumming and your vocal style is so unique and raw sounding🙌 great song!

this is great Gothic Folk sound!! IMO this is your forte --that change on "driving" is incredible and this is so incredibly heavy without being amp-driven

Hinkler Cigar Box Guitar
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Keyboards

Just A Bit Of Fun

ephemeral

Maniacs

It Inflects As It Flows

Words and music K Gennery

For my Nan, Emily Adelaide Francis 1903-1972
Mother of 15 
Grandmother to 24
intro voice, my 93 year old Mum, talking about her Mum.....Emily.

While on my own i find myself lost in the past
maybe i should step back and leave well alone
For there you are ready to receive me
feel safe and warm wrapped in the arms of emily

long ago wished i could have told you so
such a long time ago ooh how i loved you so
ooh how i loved you so....emily

you were gone in a blink of an eye
i should have come and whispered goodbye
 i was young but it doesnt ease the hurting
age is not an excuse its all i have

long ago wished i could have told you so
such a long time ago ooh how i loved you so
ooh how i loved you so....emily

emily

Emily

Transfixed Traffic Lyrics

Our narrator slowly dips into a bit of a mental state and basically shuts down. Much like the traffic that isn't moving at all. 

Lyrics;
The tail lights on the freeway
Go on for miles and miles
And it's looking like I'll be here
for quite a long long while

In the middle lane
No place to turn
Home is so far away
I feel a real concern

The traffic on this freeway
Has me trapped me in this car
A claustrophobic feeling
Like a bee caught in a jar

Heavy rain is coming down
The wind is screaming
ominous sounds
And no one's moving
Like a bunch of trees rooted to the ground

It's an atmosphere of madness
My mind has gone off track
On a road of no return
And no way to turn back

Traffic jam goes on and on
I'm locking on to tail light glare
Going catatonic
'Cause I'm not going anywhere

My hands melt to the wheel
My feet become the pedals
The rest of me no longer feels
And I harden into metal

Heavy rain is coming down
The wind is screaming
ominous sounds
And no one's moving
Like a bunch of trees rooted to the ground

And the tail lights on the freeway
Go on for miles and miles
And it's looking like I'll be here
for quite a long long while

Transfixed Traffic

Original Fouglas.


Lyrics:

She’s living in a tomb
amongst the insects and ghouls
Fallen from earth
in a land beyond sleep and waking
Whenever she closes her eyes
she’s lost to the spirals
Spinning in a hex,
in an echo of truth,
in a dream that can’t die

Yet you carry her like an ache in your head
And as you walk through your days
just thinking and seething, 
though you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

She’s broken into fragments
of ugly scenes you must forget
You still feel her
and, of course, she still haunts you
Is she still buried out there 
in Satan’s junkyard 
‘neath the iron and rust 
and red rotting branches?

Yet you’re driving her like a nail in your coffin 
And as you swallow more pills
all wasted, sedated,
‘cause you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

Nail In Your Coffin

This track was developed based off a poem written by the same name and the emotiveness evoked from within it. In the semblance of life, there are crackles "spackling" the loveliness of the everyday. 

When we experience things in life, it is always wise to remember all of whom we are, deep within us. When we do this, the easier it is to keep everything else in an appropriate perspective... remembering everyone and everything are simply... energy. We are merely the vessels in which energy is processing through each life cycle in the physical three dimensional world. 

We can get caught up in the man made constructs, verbiage, judgments, etc. and permit them to disrupt the flow of our energy... or we can allow the energy to flow to us, through us, and then... beyond us. We can choose to absorb it, ask it to be returned to the sender, or (as we've chosen to begin as our own practice...) ask it to simply be returned to the earth for transmutation into the growth medium for something lovely, BEautifying, and helpful to the earth and for the potentiality of enrichment for all. We hope you enjoy this piece as much as we enjoyed creating it.

This piece was produced in the 432HZ range so please do not drive or operate machinery while listening to this track... and listen to the track through wireless headphones at a lower volume to receive the optimum effects. As always, we thank you for taking some time for yourself and your self care... with our music.

Transparent
Copyright: 2023
Author/Artist: Rainier Daze
There are some who treat 
Hearts and minds like their toy
Who think they are subtle or coy 
With their ploys. 

You do not understand 
Things permanently etch into our brain…
Think we don’t remember names
Merely because we didn’t previously entertain.

Make believe your games 
Aren’t totally apparent
But, let me assure you,
What hurts the most is…
You’re ridiculously transparent.

You couldn’t be any more transparent.

What hurts the most is…
You’re ridiculously transparent.

Transparent

Methods of Curing the Mischiefs of Faction (2023)

Discussing Potato Salad Recipes With A Bunch Of Iowans

To quote Josh
"This is a song that began as a bass line I came up with on my four string fretless over a looper. I shared it with Ken (K2 and the Three [and Four], Stephen (Tex Mex Shaman), and Tez (Llanpsych) through BandLan, which we're all on. Ken came up with some perfect drums, as always, to prop up the whole thing. Tez added some killer guitar solos, which you can hear more towards the end, with the ripping tone. Stephen then came in and added the talk box guitar and wah guitar that you hear playing the hook more towards the beginning. It's my first song ever featuring a talk box, and I'm amazed with the part he came up with. It's a major line against my minor bass line. I love how it sounds! Stephen also was kind enough to mix the beast for us, which turned out to be a herculean task. But he was up to it, and a fine job he did, too. It was an honor and a pleasure to work with these guys. We all hope you enjoy it as much as we did making it"

High Noon - with Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary), K2 and the Three, and TexMex Shaman

葉月(August)

Art work: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:N%C5%8D_mask_-_Deigan_Type.JPG

flute-like voices: Vocaloid Yukari

窓の外　凶暴に夏　立ち騒ぐ

Outside my window, the blustery summer is in full swing.

葉月(Hazuki)

葉月 (Hazuki)

Recording sessions from 28/05/2023 of 19/07/2023.
1 Track VCV_1 (vst VCV),
1 Track VCV_2 (vst VCV),
1 Track MOOG Modular (VST Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Experimental #Minimal #Space
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 - The Divine Comedy - ❤️🕊️🙏

The Divine Comedy

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

Nail In Your Coffin

Dred Fouglas

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