per instrumentation and vocal, great play !

Good strong country sound. Another track with a powerful bite.

The sparrows flutter about my head
Land on my hair, singing to keep warm
They bathe in the tears that roll down my face
Washing their feathers coloured by a child

Some of these feathers stick to my skin
Making me more and more look like a bird
In twenty years maybe, I'll take to the air
And circle round and round in the sky


Feathers

Midnight Sun Society – Original Guitar-Driven Music with a Live Studio Soul ⚡

Welcome to Midnight Sun Society — a private collection of original music blending raw electric guitar, bass, and live vocals with atmospheric synths, MIDI drums, and cinematic orchestration. Every track is crafted to feel like a live session, recorded with Cubase, UAD Apollo Solo, Focusrite, Arturia Analog Lab, and the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

From dark grooves to radiant instrumentals, this channel is a sonic journey through modern rock, ambient textures, and post-cinematic soundscapes.

Mister Clean

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They say you should be careful what you wish for.
Well… “I’ll Take My Days” takes the old song Wishes, throws away the fairy dust, and plugs it straight into a bass amp.

This isn’t sweet or polished - it’s neo-soul with grit. Loose drums, raw edges, and a voice that’s more truth-telling than wish-making.
Life doesn’t come in shiny packages, and neither does this track.

So if you’re after something real, a little rough around the corners - this might just be your wish granted.

https://cruft.bandcamp.com/track/ill-take-my-days

I'll Take My Days

Figure 8

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Tanner McGraw: vocals and backing vocals
Lawson Mars: backing vocals
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Atomix LA: mastering

LYRICS
Will I find you there
with your golden hair
glistening in the breeze
I hope I find you there
In the sunlight
In the sun
in the sun
Will I find you there
Will I find you there
with your golden hair
I'd love to meet you there
By the sea
By the sea
Will you meet me there
By the sea
in the sunlight
in the sun

BY THE SEA

90's influenced hard rock produced and recorded in Metro Detroit.

I've become the slow momentum of common value in decline.
Hats of to those who made it. As for me, I'm getting back in line.

All the hopeless lining up with what they found.
Who decides who will fly, I'm running out of one more try.
And the hapless, cueing up for one more round.
Who decides when stars align, I'm running out of one more try.
As the hopeless pass me by.

All the good that I found, slowly leaks and slowly lets you down.
Now you have my soul to take. On the run and feeling less than great.

All the hopeless lining up with what they found.
Who decides who will fly, I'm running out of one more try.
And the hapless, cueing up for one more round.
Who decides when stars collide, I'm running out of one more try.
As the hapless walk on by.

Who decides when to try? I'm racing on the bottom.
Who decides when to lie?  I'm l lying on the bottom.

Back in Line

Rivers We Drown ft. Landslide

Credits:
Lyrics: Rika Shikimura
Drums: Shirou Senshi (Me)
Piano: MegumiTanaka
Violin: MegumiTanaka

Lacrimosa

Streetlights hum, my jaw set tight;
I name the cracks out there and feel that line in me.
No halo, no excuse,
salt in the mouth of every word.
If I’m tied to what went wrong,
I’m tied to what must move.

We say we’re better than our worst—are we?
We talk like we’re the cure—are we?
If I can’t face the quiet truth in me,
what truth could I be to you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When fear says stay, I answer: move.
Let small good tilt the room.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

Old fear behind the eyes, steady as a wire.
We named it truth, still it hid the blade.
We named it love, tallied every debt.
Heat in the chest that will not loosen,
because our losses never got their names.
Give them names, set them down.

We call our noise a calling— is it?
We call control a rescue— is it?
If I can’t be plain with me,
how plain could I be with you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the room turns cold, I light what I can give.
When the road thins out, my feet still make a path.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

I step outside, the air cuts clean.
I think of you; something opens,
almost breaks, then holds.
I want the good, the good that stays,
not buried under noise.
Leaves don’t vanish; they change,
dying into color all around.
If there’s a rule that keeps us whole,
let it lean a little toward mercy.

I watched good doors pass, eyes open, hands anchored.
Fear kept the shoulders nailed to the chair.
Not now.
I stand. I move.
I choose the door I have—this one,
then the next, and the next.
Love, keep me aimed.

Pull us from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the world feels narrow, widen with a gift.
We are part of something larger; still time to turn.
Falling out of grey, dying into color…
we come back alive.
Not bigger, just truer. Into color.

https://marol.bandcamp.com/track/dying-into-color

Dying Into Color

Everything is fine
until you speak

They raised the flag, they lit the torch
they swore the words were free
But every time a tongue gets scorched
I hear the lock turn on the key

We all chant "Say what you want!" at the rally
until the echo rattles back through the alley
Freedom's cheap when it's your own creed
but your neighbor's truth feels like a weed

You clap for voices that sing your song
but plug your ears when they prove you wrong

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They'll frame your words on a courtroom wall
but whisper "Censor him" down the hall
Heroes of principle, fists held high
until your sentence crosses their sky

The saints, the critics, the kings of the stage
they write their sermons and call it courage
But when a word strikes too close to home
suddenly silence becomes their throne

Do you want truth
or just a mirror?
Do you want freedom
or something nearer?
A cage with your anthem carved in stone
but bars that slam when it's not your own!

Every tongue's a loaded gun
but only yours is aimed for fun

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They said the words were free
but every word has a fee

Until You Speak

Waking Up with the Dawn

Love being creative, to see something come together from a thought is mind blowing to me still. My inspiration musically comes from Tom Kiefer (Cinderella) Axl Rose, John Bon Jovi and Chad Kruger of Nickelback, one of my go to singers is Sammy Hagar . Van Halen years were amazing.

Waking Up with the Dawn

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