Name: Feasting On Sand by Jim Lynch
Duration: 3 min 47 s
Description: Further explorations into the worlds of imagination

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Further explorations into the worlds of imagination

Time of the Purple Starfish

Feasting on Sand

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Track 3 from "What's Left" a Punk EP, full release on YT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLPpWgm5NAE&ab_channel=DatDBC92

"What's Left" EP Track 3

Working all-day 
Taking the bus at night
I don't want to come home
And start another fight, fight with you

So many misdeeds 
Flowing through my head
I'll take it as it comes
And make wish she's dead

Dead.
Dead.
Dead.

Working doubles, It just isn't right
I want to crawl on glass
Every time I hear the whines

Whines.
Whines.
From you.

I'll put a bullet right through her head
Won't lose any sleep as I lay in our bed

Scramble Brain

Lyrics:

Gonna catch a moon train
To see her again
To see her again

She's my kind of wonderful, to me
She's my kind of wonderful, to me

I've counted the days
I've counted the nights
Till I see my baby again
Till I see her again

She's my kind of wonderful, to me
She's my kind of wonderful, to me
She's my kind of wonderful, to me
She's my kind of wonderful, to me

She's My Kind Of Wonderful

Basket Of Light

In the grand expanse of the cosmos, envision a tempestuous surge of cosmic vitality cascading upon an outpost nestled within the cosmic embrace of Alpha Centauri. Fashioned from adaptive materials, products of the ingenuity of distant epochs, the outpost steadfastly withstands the tumultuous onslaught, manifesting a symphony of resplendent hues and luminosity.Amidst the void's chilling embrace, intrepid astronauts, representing a mosaic of diverse racial lineages and gender identities, anchor themselves firmly with magnetic footwear, grappling with undulating tendrils of energy, laboring tirelessly to restore equilibrium to the besieged outpost. In the distant reaches, enigmatic astral entities, their corporeal forms woven from celestial dust and adorned with thermal ocular organs, observe with a beguiled curiosity, drawn by the spectacle unfolding before them.Behold, a quintessential odyssey of the cosmos unfolds—a saga fraught with peril and exhilaration—a testament to the indefatigable spirit of humanity, as it endeavors to traverse the uncharted frontiers of knowledge and fortitude.

Outpost Alpha Centauri

Lyrics:

I feel numb to the bone
Feel like drifting away
Nothing left for me to say
So, let me take you on a holiday

I can see you biding your time
I can make you feel real
You can't go there, boy
You can't turn back
It's just a prick or a track

Numbones

OneManNation

I am a composer and producer of instrumental music in several genres, including ambient soundscapes, electronica, orchestral and chamber music.  

Musical influences include John Coltrane, Igor Stravinsky, Gustav Holst, Claude Debussy, Maurice Ravel, Tangerine Dream, Robert Prince, Frank Zappa, Brian Eno, Heinrich Ignaz, Franz von Biber.

I'm only posting my own work here.  Visit my repost channel at https://soundcloud.com/jimlynchrepost for music I really liked on soundcloud.

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