Name: Wolf Pack by INFINITY IS BLISS
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: A pulse-pounding synth anthem about freedom, instinct, and the cost of running wild. It’s the sound of chasing the night with the pack—only to look back and wonder what you left behind. Buried in the beat is a quiet truth: wisdom tames the wild.

Sounds from Tuesday night

This Dream (Drifted In)

Sounds from Friday afternoon

Simple drums and a simple rhythm, but with some nice grooves on the guitar sandwiching an instrumental bass line.

Searching Saturday

Banjos 'n Bass

take me home

Shine

A pulse-pounding synth anthem about freedom, instinct, and the cost of running wild. It’s the sound of chasing the night with the pack—only to look back and wonder what you left behind. Buried in the beat is a quiet truth: wisdom tames the wild.




Wolf Pack

Dark, Sexy, Existential. 

Lyrics: 
We sense each other just by chance 
The heart releases
a look inside at every glance 
the pulses link us

I had lost my head 
When you came in 

regain  my sense of self
when we're put in 

Contact


Worlds apart met by fate  
The wave precedes us 
A feeling caught before too late
the wash will lead us

A fire felt in the skin  
ignites when we're joined 
Burning all that's within
as if we had any choice
  
Contact  

Chorus: 
The lives behind us upon the walls 
the frames that bind us crash and crawl  
nothing to fear or hide at all 
down is relative to the way you fall 

Contact

this room is more than just a place 
it's a feeling held in time
your heartbeat moves across my face
as you swim through mine

I read the life on your skin
in words meant for me
of something pre destined 
for us it had to be

Contact

sensations feed
the patience to see  
faith in what could be
reward in belief 


Contact

A sugary sweet cover of Loudon Wainwright III's classic "The Swimming Song". 



The Swimming Song

Some Electornic weirdness from the Savannah days. 

Collage

More electronic weirdness form the Savannah days. 

Wolf Pack

INFINITY IS BLISS

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