Grumpy and proud of it : )
Including my first snoring solo. My first conscious snoring solo that is.
 
Has the whole world gone stupid
Is no one thinking any more
And why is everyone acting as if they were 4



It doesn't make much sense now
Maybe it didn't before
We're  all perpetual children now
Having tantrums on the floor

Grumpy old man


40 winks.........


You tell me I should cheer up
But I think, well what for?
We don't all need inane grins
Plastered across our jaws

Life is a serious business
Thinking is not a flaw
The trivia merchants would have us believe
That that's what we're here for

Grumpy Old Man

The Box by Kendrew Lascelles,  Read By Kevin Kennedy
Music written & performed by Finn Eces

The Box. A Poem By Kendrew Lascelles, Read by Kevin Kennedy

I play as much as desired at a resort and am refreshed! Let's spend gentle time.
I hang a surround effect in a sax, an electric piano, a base, a drum, a percussion, strings mix down.

Brightness

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...

Release Date: Sep 2, 2022

◆Apple: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/fabiano-matiolla/1551531961
◆Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/br/artist/121664422
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◆Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/fabianomatiolla
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Produced by fabiano matiolla

Android,s Dream

Quasar - Shaolin Shadow Boxing

Out of the Box November 2022
Everybody wants one...

Happy Ending

Doraibu 2023

Brin de reggae

Borderline Saints is a hymn for those caught between salvation and collapse.

Borderline Saints

Sitting in the dim light,
Black wings cutting through the haze.
The judge holds every card now,
Throws them in the fire and walks away.
Summer never came back
just the heat that makes the lies decay.
Something moving under the skin,
no legs, no eyes - but still awake.

The worm wears a mask now,
crawling through what’s left of me.
The flowers don’t bloom, they stare
roots in chains beneath the street.
The hammer falls again,
the sound rings hollow through the air.
All the little things still whisper:
“Girl, this is the life you made
now sit and taste it slow.”

The sky opens,
and the birds rise
black dust in a dying light.
Watch them go.
Watch them go.

Four and Twenty

The longships have landed.
Flames rise on the shore as the warriors claim new ground.
Shores of the Fallen continues the Vargkald saga with crushing guitars, industrial drums, and ritual chants echoing through the storm.
A fierce blend of Gothic Metal and Industrial power, forged in darkness and conquest — where glory meets blood and fire.

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/vargkald/shores-of-the-fallen

Lyrics:

The sea has delivered us.
The earth will remember our tread.
Flames shall mark our claim,
And the fallen shall name these shores.

Winds cry loud, the banners rise,
Oars rest still beneath dark skies.
Steel meets stone, the ground shall quake,
Blood will feed the gods we wake.

Stand! Stand! Upon the shores of the fallen!
Fire reigns as the ravens callin’.
Stand! Stand! Upon the shores of the slain!
The sea brought glory, the land takes pain.

Shields press forward, axes bite,
The day burns fierce through endless night.
No fear, no prayer, no retreat —
Only steel and storm shall meet.

Stand! Stand! Upon the shores of the fallen!
Fire reigns as the ravens callin’.
Stand! Stand! Upon the shores of the slain!
The sea brought glory, the land takes pain.

Ashes drift through blood and rain,
The earth now bears our name.
Beneath these skies, our fate is drawn,
The fallen rest — the dawn lives on.

Shores of the Fallen

All music, songs, lyrics and artwork are original, unless noted. No AI used, I have spent a lifetime learning.
Collaborations welcome.
 I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the lower frequencies and  only hear half of the music : )

Grumpy Old Man

Garddwr Porffor