We have been serious since Halloween last years~ He called me ..I was at great ameica Halloween show...riding roller coasteers ...

It's a *Don't tread on me* snake flag in my front yard ...for me anyway...

Ever imagined what happens inside the universe whenever you get the dreaded 'Blue Screen' of death on your PC.

Blue Screen

Sunday Morning Rock

'Fragments Of Time', written and produced by Editor Cole, from an album I'm currently working on titled 'Landing Party'. This is the first track I wrote for the album, a few months back. Consisting of 10 tracks, it will be an electronic album, mostly ambient and dark ambient, atmospheric, sometimes hypnotic, and cinematic in parts. I've started to mix this with Dolby Atmos, but it's not finished yet, this is the first edit. As ever, best to listen with headphones, or through good monitors.

I will release the album in Spring 2022.

Fragments Of Time

A journey across the desert.  This takes place in a dream with hazy, dark colours.
The intro sets the scene.  A ritualistic voice is carried by the wind.
A slave escapes from pyramid construction and is pursued by men in chariots. The sun is beating and the air has a liquid quality. Sand is blowing across the plain. The synth lead has an alarm-like quality. The electro 16th notes that come in are a hot, glimmering mirage.
The bass synth is sneaky and searching. The soldiers are beating continuous war drums. A regular horn is being blown. More chasers appear as the snare drum crashes in.  
The escapee luckily grabs hold of a bird and slowly leaves the ground, narrowly avoiding a growling elephant. As the funk guitar comes in we soar through beautiful air, psychedelic colours passing by, going higher and higher until we’re nearly at the limits of our atmosphere. The gods speak to us through another dimension in an indecipherable language.  They sound malevolent and seem to be sending a warning to turn back. We continue to climb further until reaching our biggest peak.
Dark storm clouds appear and slowly we descend. The new acid bass is the call of a large hippo. Alarm bells ring and we feel terror as the pharaohs have caught us up and are waiting below. The chief villain lets out a booming, evil laugh. 
Once on the ground mayhem ensues as we do our best to fight the soldiers off. But they are too numerous to handle and soon we are torn limb from limb in frenzy. The voice of Werner Herzog comes in as if this is one of his films that he’s commenting on. 
The Pharaohs party in macabre celebration.  Our soul leaves the body and rises up as the group sets back off home.

K G G - Pharaoh's March (on the run)

A New Departure

Novembre                    Texte Sanzen

Si je meurs en novembre, 
je renaîtrai en mai... 
J'attendrai les jours longs, 
avant que tu m'oublies. 

Avant décembre, 
avant la nuit...
Avant les flammes dans l'âtre. 

Si je meurs en novembre, 
mon coeur sous la cendre... 
Je renaîtrai en mai, 
avant que tu m'oublies. 

Novembre où je suis né, 
à la fin de l'année. 
Novembre avant décembre, 
avant que tout s'endorme. 

Que la terre, que le sol, 
que nos coeurs en sommeil : 
Que tout ne disparaisse, 
que tu m'oublies... 

J'attendrai les jours longs, 
Je renaîtrai en mai... 

Si je meurs en novembre, 
avant que tu m'oublies...
Au lieu d'un paradis, 
je reviendrai te voir. 

Et qu'importe l'oubli, 
en novembre, si je meurs...

Attends-moi...
Je t'en prie.

Novembre    Sanzen / Illos

the shits are on parade
proud of the shit world that they made
they want you to love it too
if you don't, they'll step on you
we'll wait, make our weapons
wait'll you smell the shit you stepped in

ground glass and cyanide crystals
loaded in a smoothbore shotgun pistol
if you want some, i'll give you a taste
it's just a graze, but you're blue in the face
a flail of knotted strips
of leather that are poison-dipped
blue ring-stonefish-mamba venom
scrapings from my crusty denim
couple ounces centipede juice
and a cup of crushed-up brown recluse
it kills by touch alone
rots you to the bone

mercury rounds in .45
roller blades and bowie knives
knuckle dusters, iron gloves
.44 russian fired with love
squeaky little farts
blowing neurotoxic darts
just a little prick and you're done
a needle of death in a '50s raygun
for the next motherfucker in line
a metal lunchbox claymore mine
clack-clack-clack, pow-pow-pow
where's your god now?

you fucked up good and there's nowhere to hide
the mayan death god is on our side
knocking off your crown
a hail of crystal skulls rain down
in the land of the dead
wake up missing half your head
your funeral pants are filled with fudge
when you step up to the scales to be judged
ammit sits by, drooling
as anubis makes his ruling
the feather is lighter than your heart
demons will tear you apart
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Johnson Family Arsenal(OOTO & Slimecop)

This track I recorded with Guitars that weave in Harmony with the Cello And Viola, this Piece carries the motion the movement the drive and feel that I wanted to Portray from this Crafted instrument the Acoustic Guitar.

The Forgotton Dream

One Punch- (One Punch Man)

God is a liar

Not alone anymore

UltraVoog Studios

EXTREME Productions

   I suppose I have been gone for quite some time. Busy reading,cleaning and dealing with a ton of cleaning and remodeling. Will hopefully be back to recording here soon!

Johnson Family Arsenal(OOTO & Slimecop)

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