I don’t know
What I don’t know
Something’s I know
Something’s I don’t know

There are things 
I think I know
But, maybe they’re
Not really so

What if the things
That I know
Aren’t real
Just a mental photo

What if the things
That I know
Are just brainwashing
From the status quo

What if I’m trapped
In some strange reality show

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?
There’s no way to control
The things you don’t know

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?
Memories covered in snow
Frozen in the ice flow

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?
The seeds of tomorrow
Were planted so long ago

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?

So, what do you know
In the afterglow?

What Do You Know

Floating Freely

Guitar by Bill Barek

Special Thanks to Dimitris Arvas for Recording in Leeds UK 2013

EARTH by Bill Barek

Sunday Day

Sunday Sun

SCANNING lyrics

Im scanning through our story
Im locked in a future I created for us
You disappeared from my life
I gave you all I had
But it was not enough
You disappeared from my life
Its still your terms like it always was
All these questions spinning around
Somehow I keep losing my ground

Scanning through our story

Not sure if Im haunting our dreams or mine
You disappeared from my life
Im scanning through our story
Im locked in a future I created for us
you disappeared from my life
you had my heart and my time
all these questions spinning around
Somehow i keep losing my ground

Yeah Im scanning through our story

Scanning

Two people share their experiences and disappointments that follow a common path, one that may ultimately finally lead to each other.

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2021
Gentle Rain Records.
Written by Craig Durgy
Performed by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy

Lyrics:
My Back Pocket

Well she left me on a Tuesday, and the backlash was a doozy
My drinking felt like poetry, but all that came back home was me.
Struck a match to watch it burn, my finger hurt, when will I learn

And then just like a puppy, so convinced she must still love me, 
I tracked her down..  no more than friends, pretending I could understand, 
But boy she played me tried and true, until there was no bone to chew

Don't think that I don't hear ya, it's only been a year now, 
Since he walked out of that Applebees, my Nachos on his dungarees
Crying in the backseat, like some pigeon in that taxi

Found his six-pack in the fridge and, tuned right back into that pigeon, 
And by refrigerator light, I drank that beer with all my might..
My church and my religion.. on the floor of my damn kitchen

Chorus:
Is it played by some musician or hidden by magician
Is it in the cemetery air, or in that taxi waiting there
Could it be in my back pocket or in my mother's heart-shaped locket
Have you and I looked hard enough.. oh, where can I find love

I've seen it in the movies, how that far off look gets to me,
And I know that fellow must be me, I could have written every scene..
Where's that damn projector, that don't look nothing like her.

It's been told through generations, Cinderella's destination,
Where snow as white as Kerosene, can dwarf the raindrops in-between
And leaves me in an Applebees, or in my kitchen on my knees

So we both have been right through it, had the balloon until we blew it, 
And it got so full of frigid air, it burst and left the cupboards bare..
And  now we both are cynics, we're each our own worst critics

Is it played by some musician or hidden by magician
Is it in the cemetery air, or in that taxi waiting there
Could it be in my back pocket or in my mother's heart-shaped locket
Have you and I looked hard enough.. oh, where can I find love

Bridge:
Guess I must have one time found it, 'cause I seem to know that taste,
But like sand I just pound it, 
The footprints disappear, as fast as I can chase

Chorus:
Is it played by some musician or hidden by magician
Is it in the cemetery air, or in that taxi waiting there
Could it be in my back pocket or in my mother's heart-shaped locket
Have you and I looked hard enough.. oh, where can I find love
Tell me where can I find love

My Back Pocket

Janine Levinson: voice, lyrics, vocal melody 

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mix

a note from Janine, lyrics to follow:

Jonathan sent me this lovely music, and for some reason I thought of Fibonacci. Not so much the number sequence, but the guy. The numbers are cool and I love them --a series where each is the sum of the two before: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, and so on. They are meaningful because it turns out these numbers appear disproportionately around us: in math, in our preferences, in nature. Like as depicted in the wonderful illustration that Jonathan found to accompany our tune. So many things end up to be described by the numbers. The beautiful numbers! Count the petals on a flower and the result will likely be one of them. How lovely is that? 
But the guy himself popped up in my head when I heard Jonathan's music. I imagined young Fibonacci --almost a thousand years ago now --looking carefully at everything around him: ruminating, fascinated, entirely distracted. So in love with the mystery of the world. To me that is the essence of romance. Young Fibonacci, madly in love with the world.


One one Two three five eight thirteen
 Leonardo what were you dreaming about
 Underneath your covers?
 One two three five eight thirteen 
You were the sum of your Dad and your Mom 
And everything that came before 
One two three five eight thirteen 
Hand over mouth 
See your breath in the night 
Leonardo you thought of everything
 One two three five eight thirteen 
Fibonacci, counting the petals on cosmos 
What did you find when the moment aligned? 
What did you see in the branches of trees? 
Fibonacci, you thought of everything 
The son, the sum of everything

You Thought Of Everything (with Janine Levinson)

Do you remember the story of how a mushroom began to grow on Oleg's head? It ended very well! The Mystique and Oleg turned to the queen of sound - their friend Myrh! She smiled, sang and turned the mushroom into a hat. Now Oleg could wear it whenever he wanted and he didn't have to wear a huge turban to hide his special appearance.

Oleg gladly took off his hat and sighed. The world became somehow uninteresting without her, and then he heard the song of the hat. She called him ... Put it on! 

He looked at the hat with disbelief, but after listening to the song halfway through, he put it on. Suddenly, Mauko materialized in the air and began to beatbox. Oh, how the song lacked this beat! 

Credits:
Oleg( https://soundcloud.com/v28yterij7ek ) sent his sketch "fashionable delirium" to Mystique Wind
Mystique Wind ( https://soundcloud.com/mystique_wind ) remix it and sang over it.
Myrh sang Over it!
Mauko ( https://soundcloud.com/music_mauko ) add some beatbox patterns!

The first part of the story, where Oleg discovers a mushroom on his head: https://soundcloud.com/mystique_wind/tits-sunrise-and-shrooms-mystique-wind-oleg-yastrebov

Mystique Wind | Oleg's Mushroom Hat w. Myrh & Mauko

A fine selection of songs, demos and loops that are almost lost forever. Lost&Found is a concept album free from subjectivity, which is why the titles show us the real creative process (DrumSession#). Music is a language, enjoy it ☺

DS355 (Digital Master)

My latest song and arrangement! 😊 Thank you to my lovely Sander for another wonderful mastering job here. 😊❤️🎶🎤🎹🎼🎵🎧

TELEPATHY

Original made by FPMORISTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin Composer

Guitar And Synth 110 Mixe2021

A laboratory with an open bar and floating altar. Come on in! 

Here are various solo and collaborative projects - songs, soundscapes, live looped solo guitar improvisations. 

This project used to be called "imaginary friends", but it became too real for that name, as did many of you.

I hope you enjoy something you find here. Do feel free to be in touch, you never know what might happen.  

I also invite you to attend @hypnopompetus, a duo project with the illustrious Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley https://soundcloud.com/sel-sync, and Fictive Sisters, a transatlantic band with  the incomparable Wheelwright https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction.