instrumental: guitar/synth/beats electro-rock build

sidewinder

Warm look from the past

Against the Wind

cold shoulder of snow written and composed and also produced by Christoper Patrick Brown - Chris Browne BrowneProject download a track on my Bandcamp music page? https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/cold-shoulder-of-snow

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Cold Shoulder Of Snow

The woodchip, old atari, moths. 
Footsteps on the pavement.
The lemon curd, a kerb, sunny spots. 
A chip on my shoulder.
I can not list what I've forgot.
I was not reaching for the top.

You gave me the eyes to see?
You showed me the recipe?
There's a remedy for you.
Perhaps if you gave me clues.
Does any of this count for you?
Nothing I do is on you.
Learned the rules.
After school.

I, windchill. Long walks in the rain. 
High heels on the pavement.
A thunder storm, forgetting names. 
Laying down in the rain.
Not many start out with a lot.
It would be nice to have had a shot.

You gave me the eyes to see?
You showed me the recipe?
There's a remedy for you.
Perhaps if you gave me clues.
Does any of this count for you?
Nothing I do is on you.
Learned the rules.
After school.

Remedy

Bahama.

As the wind blows through the trees.
As the silence starts to break.
As the dawn is facing forward.
Passing time, prepared to wait.
While a crow is looking over.
As you're making your mistakes.
You hide your face.
Hide your face.

If tomorrow wasn't certain.
Would you still behave this way?
As there is no way of knowing.
Could you live on in disgrace?
As the current representative of the dead who lost their way.
You hide your face.
Better hide your face.

Can the sunshine ever touch upon.
The darkness at the heart.
Will the ancestors forgive you for your
mistakes at the start.
As the crows begin to circle.
All their eyes fixed in one place.
Better hide your face.
Hide your face.

Bahama.

When you're running down the white lines.
When you can not see the stars.
When you can not stop them watching.
When you can not fall apart.
Oh, should there be a knocking.
On the window in the morn.
You have been warned.
Better get things done.

Bahama.

And should you go a-walking in the trees.
Be careful not to show them any fear.
And it might be a crow at your window.
The Dead have nothing to teach us, so let it go.
Just let it go.


Bahama (Reprise)

Samuel Yuri - Wolves (Official Lyric Version)

“Nobody’s Groovy Anymore” is a sprawling seven-minute epic from Icelandic post-rock collective Laxá & Heima Kvartett, teetering on the edge of prog. The track builds from a foundation of shimmering guitars and insistent pizzicato strings, anchored by Bjarne Guðjohnsen’s thunderous dub-tinged basslines. There’s a restless energy in the shifting time signatures and layered instrumentation—Matthias Helguson’s drums drive the track forward while Mike Taylor’s keys offer both shimmer and shadow. The Heima Kvartett—Lisbeth Heima, Sif Árnadóttir, Natasha Guðmundsdóttir, and Ída Sigurðardóttir—pull the piece in and out of tension with sweeping strings and sudden stabs, making for a journey that feels both cinematic and deeply alive. The groove may be gone—but something stranger, wilder, and far more expansive has taken its place.

Nobody's Groovy Anymore by Laxá & Heima Kvartett

EILAD 

 

Rap Verse 1:  

I’m sitting pretty now but I used to be so vicious. 

Was the moment I met you, that second everything changed 

So many lessons in my life, in all these bridges I’d burned 

Perhaps it isn’t fair, to have to be my calm in the storm 

But we’re rebuilding my foundation, all the years, damage done 

All this poison in my blood, always steering me wrong 

All these choices, these decisions, all the things that we do 

Now, every breath a confirmation that I’ll be there for you. 

 

Verse 1:  

Oh, I love you, my angel, I do 

Oh, my starling, the murmuration of you 

And I don’t want to wake up but for your light, my every morning, all I need 

This time is never enough, so be careful with the moments, let us have this memory 

 

Rap Verse 2:  

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that this is the time 

But it passes so fast, too old for nursery rhymes 

Thinkin' back to scraped knees, I was a mountain to climb 

Both the good and the bad, what kind of man was I? 

And you moved me, so when the sun sets low, let it be, it’s ok, you know we all have to go Keep the love that we shared, may it continue to grow. 

I carried you, you carried me so much further though 

 

Verse 2 

Oh, my child, my one, my blood 

My hand runs the lines marked on the wall, how fast the time has gone 

I smile at the box of things, and search my heart to feel that way again 

And as I fade away, may the simple things we had be enough when all that’s left 

 

Outtro 

And we all sing… 

Oh my love, every day is like a dream 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

Oh, my baby, how you blessed my soul, every day is like a dream. 

With you in my life, every day is like a dream  

eilad

All parts by Robert Grigg with inspiration from our Lord God!
https://youtu.be/s1xDAcgg9Nw?si=WHdluoX7f79IvU9-

A Better Way

This is song written by Jeremy Ryan at a time when he was reminiscing on his past remembering all the loved ones he'd lost particularly his mother he lost when he was in his early 20's

Spinning Wheel

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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