I've always loved this song  &  its been in my head lately.

Tower Of Song (Cohen)

Music K. Todorov, lyrics taken from the poem "The Hollow men" by T.S. Eliot
Arrangement: Hervé Arroyo, Sylvain Palpant, K. Todorov
Guest vocals from Melody Nelson
Artwork: Sarah Morris

… 
The eyes are not here,
there are no eyes here
in this valey of dying stars
in this hollow valay

In this last of meeting places
we grope together
and avoid speech
gathered at this beach of tumid river

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
these do not appear
in this valey of dying stars
in this hollow valay

Let me be no nearer 
the eyes reappear
a tree is swinging
and voices are singing
this hollow valey.

Last Of Meeting Places

Music and lyrics by Konstantin Todorov and Markus Eronen
Arrangement: Hervé Arroyo, Sylvain Palpant, K. Todorov
Artwork: Sylvain Palpant

***
You've been on a long trip
have a rest
You've been in a war.
The days now will be bluer
quieter and cooler
no more little voices
screaming out

You take the morning 
take the evening 
take the night 
you take the light
you take the song 
take my own song 
you take it wrong

Lots of things I didn’t do with you
You were fun
But it was more fun without you
That’s why you're gone
Your shirt hangs outside, a memory
I pull it inside where it’s safe and dry
How can anyone be 
happy anymore

It takes the morning 
takes the evening 
takes the night you take the light
it takes a song 
it takes too long 
you take it wrong you take it wrong

If only I could let you in 
and let you eat my heart again.

Happy Anymore

The young

The young will soon grow older,
the tides are due to rise.
Tomorrow waits no longer
to be realised.
All those visionaries,
All the ones who know
to face there adversaries
to keep themselves composed.
The young will soon grow older,
How wide is the divide....
Tommorow waits no longer 
for us to realise.
All those forward thinkers
all the ones that see
just when we are slipping backwards
what does it really mean?

A.Hallam 2016

The Young

Peach Tree Cottage

Folk

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We were so close but yet so far away
from having fun today... Today.
I always j*rk off before we meet, 
I say. So I can control myself... Myself.

You are the moon
and that's not necessarily good:
I'm afraid that you don't fall for me,
that you fall for gravity.

Easy thoughts. They are the worst.
They make you feel so vulnerable.
Unless you are a great believer,
which I'm sure I'm not... I'm not.

I'll keep my head down
because I don't know
whether you will like me...
Or maybe not...
I always roll like this...
Afraid of been left alone.

We were so close but yet so far away
from having fun today... Today.
I always j*rk off before we meet, 
I say. So I can control myself... Myself.

You are the moon
and that's not necessarily good:
I'm afraid that you don't fall for me,
that you fall for gravity.

I'll keep my head down
because I don't know
whether you will like me...
Or maybe not...
I always roll like this...
Afraid of been left alone.

We were so close but yet so far away
from having fun today...
I always j*rk off before we meet, 
I say. So I can control myself...

My Newest Sheep Costume

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The 5th and final bonus track from the Ragnarock album is here for you today! Other exciting news is also on it's way very soon! Enjoy!

Listen and purchase the album from the link below.

moxie2.bandcamp.com/album/ragnarock

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Moxie - Vagrant (Ragnarock Bonus Track)

The music from this track was posted on Soundcloud 4 years ago as an instrumental. I think it was probably the 2nd track i ever released on here.
My good friend & incredibly talented artist Christofferson Weber offered his amazing vocals to this and the result is what you are hearing now.

To hear more of Cw's wonderful music go here: https://soundcloud.com/christoffersen-weber
Vocals: C.Weber
Music: A.Hallam

Michael Weber's Album

It was just an Illusion (Featuring Christofferson Weber)

Happy New Year~

New years

Have no fear, the end is near my friends
Raise your glass & lets begin again.
Bring it in with all your heart.
We will live again.
Don't you hide from what
you mean to say.
Now is the time, 
no longer can it wait.
Bring it in with all your heart.
Show the ones you love.
Lets begin again
The year is at an end.

December 31 2016:)

Song & lyrics: A.Hallam

New Years

This song started with Dan Ls exploration of "The Devil's Interval".  The flatted fifth creates dissonance and is not often used in music.  I associate it with the song "Black Sabbath" by "Black Sabbath".  You can find it in other "evil" sounding songs.

You can read a little about this interval here:
https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,,-1767,00.html


Because of the dissonance I contacted DanB and asked him if he was interested in writing a song with me using this musical element.  He agreed and we wrote this song.

DanB writes:
Well this is something quite different for certain!!  It is something very unusual. I have titled it "An Ode To Edgar"
Of course I mean Edgar Allen Poe.  A master at the macabre.  This is a story of a most likely, very disturbed man. Obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe.  He may or may not have committed a murder. 

It can be determined that he is delusional and quite unbalanced. Therein lies the, um... fun. 

Lyrics;

The night so bleak 
A final shriek 
As cold fog blankets my little town

Now still the air
sit in my chair
And think how lovely she looked in her gown 

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

The chandelier 
Burns bright and clear
Illuminating the dining room

A well swept floor
And basement door 
That leads to a hidden tomb

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar 
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

Where she is bound
Never to be found
Her pale blue eyes forever will stare

So quiet now
And yet somehow 
I fear she may walk from out of there

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

News flies around 
Throughout my little town 
She has gone to see her family

So no one will know
Where she really did go
A secret known to only me

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

An Ode To Edgar

In direct contrast to Gods perceived reality
His world is a business, for it is not a charity
And it must be run in view of false veracity  
Formed by the heads, and then shaped by authority 
Above all the weight, and above all the gravity
Telling their lies for the sake of the durity of 
The non-stop, the burning of the coal
Within the belly of the beast, the monster eating whole
And you feel so sick, and you feel so small
When you know all your power’s really nothing at all
So what is there to do, and what is there to say
When all that’s really understood is you’ll never have your day 
Still you’ll always work and you’ll always pay
Just to satisfy the ones who make you live life their way
Why must we attend coronations of insanity
Displayed by those in their acts of improbity
Projected through the use of their manifested vanity
And taking advantage of our lack of fortuity 
It comes down to this, overused in its levity
That we all the people must surrender congruity and
Take stock, live out our lives in shock
And only ever speak out by appointment of the clock
And live behind their rules and sleep behind our locks
For we’ll never get the time to have them hear what we talk
But that’s enough, I fear I’ve said too much
And so I’d better take my leave, and only live out on a crutch 
In the search for love, and in the search for touch
For in the 21st century, all we lack is such
The world is a lab, it’s chemicals to blow
All for a worthless profit, only the heads will know 
Still here we are to slave, and slaving doesn’t show
The graves we are digging, the graves they order grow 
So we do all this for, their glassy eyed stare
That’ll work you to the bone, and can find you anywhere
That you’ll seek to escape, you’ll look for solitude
But there is no seeking, when you’ll never elude them
Them
Them
Them

Songs Of A Science

They Are Them, Not Us

LYRICS WRITTEN FOR EVERY SONG

No computers - I overdub every instrument using an R16 Recorder.

They Are Them, Not Us

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