The Journey to a New Land

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Cover illustration: Alain de Maximy© - Elements from NASA

The Fate Of Destiny • X

The Dance

Your head on my shoulder as if in a dream
The music box plays as I rock you to sleep

And we danced 
Yes we danced
Oh that dance
That we danced

The years and the distance, no matter the time
Our song it still plays, never changed in my mind 

And we danced
Yes we danced
Oh, that dance
That we danced

And now your light, as it shines in another’s eyes
You dance 

To see you and to hear another song 
As you dance

Forever my little girl

From my seat, in this place, and on your day
I smile, close my eyes, and I’m proud to say

That we danced 
Yes we danced
Oh, that dance
That we danced

We Danced (A Ballad for Caitlyn)

Flyers In The Storm - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Dark Things is a dramatic, brooding tension instrumental with a climactic ending.


Dark Cinema

Dark Things

Ja z toboju

Electric Blues

Kia Iris - Kiss The Moon 

Vocals by Kia Iris
Written & Arranged by Kia Iris
Produced & Mixed by Kia Iris
Mastered by Lake, Prostudio 216

Kiss The Moon

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

taste my blood

So it's come down to this apocalyptic abyss,
where sentience of any kind can barely exist.
And we find ourselves led by hearts that are dead...
for the suffering they cause, not one tear do they shed.
Their addiction to greed, pushing perpetual need:
the base desires of stunted minds where vultures do feed.
It's all led to a hell of buy and sell, buy and sell,
where everyone's reduced to a pale broken shell.

The dead eyes of the young whose futures are hung
upon the endless lies of a million forked tongues.
On their flickering screens, visions sick and obscene
forge their souls into something small, dark and mean.
And the hearts of the old, once adventurous and bold
slowly molder in the remnants of the principals they've sold.
For once you give in an avalanche will begin,
and then you'll find that YOU are why those pricks always win.

Take back your brave new world and book me a flight to Jupiter...
'cause I don't wanna be human no more: everybody here's gettin' stupider.

The blind rage that you feel. The “Art of the Deal”.
The inexorable turning of a big f**kin' wheel.
And the strong eat the weak, the wise grow flaccid and meek,
and the rich feast on all the fruits of the power they seek.
If there's a future at all (after all of this falls)
it will not be if we heed the same darkness that calls.
The human heart it yearns for the path that does turn
towards the place where all good virtues bake, boil and burn.

Mistakes Have Been Made

Everybody Here's Getting Stupider

04 - Everybody Here's Getting Stupider

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

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John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.

04 - Everybody Here's Getting Stupider

John Ludi

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