Name: Stay Close / Better with headphones) by Head of Hydrus
Duration: 6 min 11 s
Description: Recorded at home, instruments, lyric, vocals by me.

A great, dreamy and beautiful, even a little bit spooky/alien sound.

One of your best and most dramatic songs.

great songwriting as always Ingvar, here I love the harmonic vocals especially and these awesome melodies!

Back for another listen, the guitars are awesome too!!!! Such great chord progressions! I love such things!

Very Good Production. Really Like the Singing Guitars, too.

Never Red Moon Rise

Phoenix Lights

IN THE 20th CENTURY WE WENT TO THE MOON
HEADS UP LUNA WE'RE COMING BACK SOON
HIGH ABOVE US YOU SHINE SO BRIGHT
SEE OUR ROCKETS LIGHT UP THE NIGHT SKY AS THEY FLY -----
TO YOU

THE HOARDS ARE COMEING THROUGH THE VACUUM OF SPACE
PARASITIC WE ARE THE HUMAN RACE
BREACK THROUGH YOUR SKIN ,BURROW AWAY
CUT INTO YOU THEN TAKE YOU BACK TO OUR BASE
MOON BASE

WE CRAWL APON YOU LIKE ANTS IN THE DIRT
UNSURE OF YOUR FATE NOW MAN HAS RETURNED
YOUR RESOURSES HELP FUEL OUR THIRST
WE'LL REFINE YOU AND TAKE YOU BACK TO OUR BASE
MOON BASE

Moon Base

Want To Sleep Like Mud

Struggling to extricate yourself from some awful mess of life and circumstance (relationship?)Free? Feels like it, sometimes, until freedom starts to feel an awful lot like falling down. Still, whatever we choose, the choice to be free, to soar, to coast, or to fall down, is in your hands.

* I always loved Tom Petty and his Free Fallin'. Maybe that was in the back swirling around.?

                                                Free, Falling Down

I’m free… falling down…I’m free…falling down
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way,  good to be giving it up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings

As autumn falls and the leaves do curl
Throw this drowning man… a heavy stone…
A heavy stone
Ah summoning the North winds, a hard brick in soft felt
The world has lungs…that are fit to burst
The world is a mighty fist…in your hands
The world is a fragile fist …in your hands…in your hands!

In your hands… Whoa! 
(Im free…falling down)
It’s in your hands … Whoa!
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way, good to be giving this up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings.

Well who made the world mad?
Was it us? That twisted the five fingers of continents?
Fingers of continents
Hold the world for what it’s worth, 
Don’t let your spoon stir the pot…in reverse

In your hands…In your hands   (I’m free)
It’s in your hands…

Wigmore-: Music, guitars, chorus lyrics, lead vocals (chorus)/backing vocals, mixing,production
Allen:  bass, lyrics for verses, vocals (verses)/backing vocals

Test It To Destruction

Free, Falling Down

Rather than follow the traditional path for this classic Christmas song we decided to change the words just a bit so the story is quicker paced than usual and told in the present tense. The message is eternal and unchanging and we hope our acoustic folk version will express it as well as any other version has for generations. Wishing everyone a very joyful Christmas 2022! 

We also did a music video with Nat & performing this song: https://youtu.be/Qwd9lq5Wkeo

Written, Performed and Produced by: Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Craig Durgy: acoustic guitar and vocals
Nat Daniels: keyboards, vocals and production
Copyright 2022 Daniels & Durgy * Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:  Noel (adapted from the traditional The First Noel)

On the first Noel 
Shepherds see a great star
That is guiding three wise men 
From countries afar.
And onto the earth 
Shines this glorious light
Over Bethlehem where the 
Newborn King lies

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Following the Holy light, 
To a stable they come
And there lies dear Jesus, 
God’s only son
Falling to their knees, 
With a gift they each bare 
Humbly looking upon the Lord’s 
Gift lying there

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Come farmers and statesmen, 
Come rich and come poor
Praise the gift of Christ Jesus, 
From our heavenly Lord.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel! 
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Noel

A cool collaboration a few years back with the gracious & gifted Vocalatti and Jorge Stohwasser
Lyrics by Janice Slater and Vocalatti
Sax solo and final master by Jorg Stohwasser
Vocals Video and music by Vocalatti
(c) ASCAP APRA AMCOShttps://open.spotify.com/track/0DgpnlmyChnVXUmSwGlLK0?si=d9603936597d4244

Living In the Sun by Vocalatti (ft arterial flow)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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Video, https://odysee.com/@numbersinthedream:4/symbols-of-the-devil-4:c

Symbols Of The Devil (Parts 1, 2, 3.)

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Recorded at home, instruments, lyric, vocals by me.

Stay Close / Better with headphones)

Put together a mix of a few of my tracks for a melodic mix, some dope transitions and a tight groove. 
Enjoy fam, get the download!!!
✌🏽
Great response download extended!!!...Enjoy fam!

Melodic Tha Mix (Downloadable)

fridur110490@gmail.com Head of hydrus is a one man band and all the songs are recorded through mbox by me at my home,
and my intention is to record them in studio later. https://www.facebook.com/HeadofHydrusband/

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