The author at work in his private study aided by the isolator.

Blue

Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Grabado en 2024    
Me acosté                                   Em-B5
Y entonces desperté                F#5-A5
En la luz 
Reze en un ataúd 
Ya no hay más 
Menos mal 
Ahí abajo 
Ya no veré los rayos 
Pero igual                                  D-Em
La máscara caerá                    A5-F#5
Cuando está 
Casi nada es real 
Son los pies 
No dejo de mover
No es tan tarde 
No se si perderé

LA MAS CARA

Experience the eclectic blend of jazz genres in the latest track. From smooth jazz to bebop and fusion, immerse yourself in a captivating fusion of styles.

Floomara Swaylix Duo

Third track of a set of short piano pieces "Rêveries pour Piano".
Dans Les Ruines D'Arghalion.

Dans Les Ruines D'Arghalion

Rêveries pour Piano III - Dans Les Ruines D'Arghalion

Music by Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

Vocals and Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

The Greatest

Love is patient, love is kind,
does not envy, takes the time;
endures all things, 
does not rejoice in pain,
never proud, or unkind

We knew in part at one time,
now the partial is done away
One time I saw in a mirror, dimly,
now we are face to face

[chorus]
When faith, hope, and love abide,
the greatest of them all is love

If I speak with the tongues of men and angels
but do not have love,
I have become a noisy gong,
fit for none

If I knew every truth
and have the faith to move mountains,
without love,
in the end,
it all amounts to nothing

[chorus]

If I give away all I possess,
and have the courage to face death,
If I don’t have love
in my understanding,
all the profits 
amount to nothing

Love is patient, love is kind,
does not envy, takes the time;
endures all things, 
does not rejoice in pain,
never proud, or unkind

[chorus]
When faith, hope, and love abide,
the greatest of them all is love

The Greatest (Paploviante & Cosmic Keanu)

Here's a track featuring the super deep words of https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire


Here's her original track;

https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/crimes-against-humanity-open-collab


Cover art created with https://www.canva.com/

Lady Of Fire Poetry X RiZLiX - Crimes Against Humanity

Hösten Kommer Snart

Sergios - Drums
Giouli - Guitar
Christos - Vocals, Lyrics


Breathing in a sea of violence,
Dealing with my fate with a consiouss eye,
Swimming by my anger to silence,
Its a stepping stone to what you shall live,
Met you in a day of weakness,
That i am alone with nothing to quest,
Give me now your only forgiveness,
Make me feel blessed that i found you now,
Swimming all my pain in your madness,
Swimming just above the thought of your hopes,
Playing all around with your sadness,
Can't you feel in this role that am not alone ,
Travelling in your sea of badness,
Shore to shore sacred by my holy oath,
Do you want to feel my godness,
Do you want to feel my breath in your core.

Enjoy One Breath!!

One Breath - JAMMING WITH FRIENDS 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuNmdvbRdBA

Easy (New KhanWu Version)

** A QUESTÃO DO FUTURO **

Por muito negro que seja o livro do passado,
o futuro é sempre uma página em branco...

Se queres saber o que é o futuro,
dou-te uma resposta inocente:
É como um filho prematuro
da gravidez que é o presente.

Porque o presente sempre está
com a barriga dilatada,
sempre a parir um venho já,
um porvir que ainda agora é nada.

Convém agora meditar:
Esse porvir, esse talvez,
é tempo para nos libertar
da nossa humana insensatez.

Dá-me tua mão. Vamos dançar,
que esse porvir, esse talvez,
talvez nos traga um madrugar
que leve as dores da gravidez.

Penso que o mais que podemos
fazer nesta curta vida
é tocar com a mão que temos
outra que esteja estendida.

E, desse contacto breve,
tentar extrair a verdade,
um feixe de luz que leve
ao fundo da eternidade.

Here is an English translation:

** The Question of the Future **

No matter how dark the book of the past is,
the future is always a blank page...

If you want to know what the future is,
I'll give you an innocent answer:
It's like a premature baby
of the pregnancy that is the present.

Because the present is always
with a dilated belly,
always giving birth to an I'm coming,
an upcoming that is yet still nothing.

It is now worth meditating:
This future, this perhaps,
is a given time so we can get free
of our human foolishness.

Give me your hand. Let's Dance,
because this future, this maybe,
may perhaps bring us a dawn
that will take away the pains of pregnancy.

I think the most we can
do in this short life
is to touch with our hand
another that is begging.

And, from that brief contact,
try to extract the truth,
a beam of light that will takes us
to the end of eternity.

A Questão Do Futuro

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