Vaporwave deconstruction of the Punky Brewster Theme using Jeskola Buzz.

Blindly Not Chaos

First Thought At Dawn

The Ferryman - Six of Swords

Candlesmoke

I had a dream that I was visited by a ghost, and this sketch is based on that dream.

I think I will eventually flesh it out more as an idea, but for now, I just needed to get this much down and recorded.

Ghost

Black Metal treatment to Sacred Harp song 56b Villulia by John Newton

56b VILLULIA (black metal)

Gloom of Autumn is an Appalachian folk melody of unknown origin that appears in "The American Vocalist", a collection of music compiled by D.H. Mansfield in 1848, and revived and republished by Aldo Thomas Ceresa in 2015.

It appears in "The American Vocalist" as a setting of a poem by Selah Gridley, written in 1828.

"HAIL ye sighing sons of sorrow;
  View with me th' autumnal gloom:
 Learn from thence your fate to-morrow,
  Dead perhaps--laid in the tomb.
 See all nature fading--dying;
  Silent all things seem to mourn;
 Life from vegetation flying,
  Brings to mind the mould'ring urn.

 Oft the autumn's tempest rising,
  Makes the lofty forest nod.
 Scenes of nature--how surprising!
  Read in nature, nature's God!
 See our sovereign sole Creator,
  Lives eternal in the sky,
 While we mortals yield to nature,
  Bloom awhile--then fade and die.

 Nations die by dread Bellona,
  Through enraged tyrannic Kings;
 Just as plants by pale Pomona 
  Fall, to rise in future springs.
 Mournful scene when vegetation,
  Dies by frost, or worms devour!
 Doubly mournful when a nation,
  Dies by neighb'ring nation's power!

 Death, like war my mind depresses,
  Autumn shows me my decay,
 Calls to mind my past distresses,
  Warns me of my dying day.
 Autumn gives me melancholy,
  Strikes dejection thro' my soul,
 While I mourn my former folly,
  Waves of sorrow o'er me roll.

 Lo! I hear the air resounding,
  With expiring insect's cries!
 Oh! their moans to me are wounding,
  Emblem of my aged sighs.
 Hollow winds about are roaring,
  Noisy waters round me rise,
 While I sit my fate deploring,
  Tears fast streaming from my eyes!

 What to me are Autumn's treasures,
  Since I know no earthly joy?
 Long I've lost all youthful pleasures,
  Time must youth and health destroy.
 Pleasures once I fondly courted,
  Shar'd each bliss that youth bestows;
 But to see how then I sported,
  Now embitters all my woes.

 Age and sorrow since have blasted,
  Every youthful pleasing dream!
 Quiv'ring age with youth contrasted,
  Oh! how short our glories seem!
 As the annual frosts are cropping 
  Leaves and tendrils from the trees;
 So my friends are yearly dropping,
  Through old age, or dire disease.

 Former friends--0 how I've sought them,
  Just to cheer my drooping mind ;
 But they are gone--like leaves in autumn,
  Driv'n before the dreary wind.
 When a few more years are wasted,
  When a few more springs are o'er;
 When a few more griefs I've tasted,
  I shall fall to bloom no more.

 Fast my sun of life declining,
  Soon will set in endless night:
 But my hopes pure and refining,
  Rest in FUTURE LIFE AND LIGHT.
 Cease this fearing--trembling--sighing;--
  Death will break this sullen gloom;
 Soon my spirit, fluttering,--flying,
  MUST BE BORNE BEYOND THE TOMB."

Thusly proving that folk music from the 1800s is TRVE KVLT, as brutal as anything today, and just metal as fuck.

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