One of my very personal favorites on this release, Rising Above The Madness. Psychedelic acoustic instrumental. Passionately layer some very cool "violin strings" arrangements around my acoustic guitar tracks. Hope everyone enjoys this colorful dreamy psychedelic reflective journey titled, "Dream Tunnel."

Rising Above The Madness

Dream Tunnel

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"White Sand" - Lil Tecca x Lil Mosey type beat (Prod. by Last Will x DisciplineOfSnd)

one more dream

For some change: Here's a more ProgRock track, eventually with slight hints of Curved Air ... 

World's Harmony

REMIX OF - *SPARK* 444 Hz


https://on.soundcloud.com/mek31k6uWEg21i29A

*ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋ - ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴍɪx

I'm told it's brilliant
Layers, motifs, counterpoint
A little bit of Latin in the second verse
Very... "award season"
I hate myself in high fidelity
But it sounds profound, doesn't it?

Painted in silence, a canvas of doubt
I sculpted the shadows the critics write about
My heart was a rumor I never could prove
But the rhyme-scheme's elegant, the modulations move

Ars gratia artis, but what is a self?
A mirror I sing to, with nobody else

You said, "This line's genius, it's post-modern pain"
But I wrote it drunk on a Tuesday, for fame
Every metaphor's hollow, but wears a disguise
A top hat of trauma, a monocle of lies

Tell me it's timeless, tell me it slaps
I looped the cello 'til I collapsed
I hated the bridge, but you called it sublime
So I added a reprise-well, five times

Am I a fraud if the work is good?
If it makes a woman cry in Amsterdam
and a reviewer use the word "visceral"
does it matter if I meant nothing?
(Or less than nothing?)
Am I just the casing around the bomb?

Three-four sorrow, spun in silk
A sip of envy, a dash of guilt
I laced my shame in major thirds
The strings were weeping, not my words
Spoke in symbols, dreamed in code
But woke to find I'd overflowed
A masterpiece of self-contempt
Curated, clean, irreverent

The cat walked across the MIDI keys
And that became the hook, with perfect ease
Critics said it echoed Mahler's grief
She was just hungry. That's the motif

Raise a glass to the tortured chord!
To the melody forged in a metaphysical war!
To the line that sounds just like despair
Though I wrote it in line at the DMV’s chair

We are patrons of the hollow hall
Where echoes win the curtain call
I gift you this: a soul on tape
Wrapped in theory, sealed in fate

I don't like me
I don't think you would either
But here it is
Six movements
Key changes
Time signatures that would make a metronome cry
Please, clap

Art for art’s sake, and me for no one's
Praise the mask that sings when the man has gone
The ink is dry, the curtains close
The ghost you loved... never composed

Ars Ex Nihilo

You were just in the next room
Weren't you?
I set two spoons
And the kettle screamed at me
For being wrong
Again

I don't cry
I rehearse
This absence
It's not a sentence
Just a wrinkle in the hours
Just a door someone forgot to close

Come back, and I'll forget what you said
Come back, and I'll tear out the ending
Come back, and I'll believe in gods
Come back, and I'll fold the universe
Down to a note
Tucked in your coat

(You took the coat. You took the note.)

Who do I become
When you're not the name
My day was built around?

I touch the outline you left in the air
It feels like emptiness
It feels like loss without direction
It feels like the beginning of extinction

I hate you
Because you're not here
Not because of how
Not because of when
Just the brutal, raw arithmetic
Of your not-being-where-I-left-you

You took, the rhythm of doors closing gently
You took, my habit of laughing before the punchline
You took, every second that might've meant anything

And you left
this echo in my mouth
that keeps calling your name
like a heretic naming saints

I feed your silence
It grows fat
It learns my gait
It sleeps in your side of the bed
And I tuck it in

It watches shows you would've hated.
It wears your robe
It hums out of tune
And I never correct it

Sometimes it weeps
Because I don't
Sometimes it reads
The notes you never answered
Sometimes it just sits
And listens to me
Not saying your name

I stopped saying "you'd love this"
Now I just stare
At the thing you would've loved
And nod
As if you're already watching
From wherever this absence feeds itself

I set no spoons
The kettle stays quiet

You're Not Where I Left You

 A timeless Amapiano Dancehall voyage filled with lush basslines, golden grooves, and echoes of luxury—where familiar rhythms meet future vibes. Enjoy

Tell the Girls I Said Hello (Sunset Deluxe)

Gravity

Origins

Finish It

*Note*- I don’t check my soundcloud messages often. 

It's a hobby now and I'm not active in the music thing, I have been writing electronic music for over 2 decades, my music has been on CD-ROMs, video games, independent productions, commercial speaker packages (COZO speakers of Japan), etc. etc. 

	I have been writing under a pseudonym, Kryptonic, since 1999.  I started writing my own original music starting in 1989.  With the increasing ubiquity of the Internet, I went from amateur to professional (used to get paid for it) in a very short amount of time. I specialize in electronica music, but I am not restricted to just that genre.  I also write orchestral, film, and world music as well as dance, EDM, trance, and everything in between.

I’ve developed these skills over a long period of time and long hours , my secret formula to producing and writing music is so secret even I don’t know how I do it to be honest.  It’s just an affinity, the grace of God and a lot of hard work and time. 

* sometimes it involves making a lot of mistakes and foibles but choosing the right mistakes somehow makes things work, it takes 10,000 hours to master anything and even then you're still accumulating knowledge and technique. That's approx 30 years of fiddling around. 

Sorry I don't get around to my Soundcloud page very often to read or answer comments and sorry for the inconsistent quality I can't mixdown to save my life. But every few weeks I get around to it.... Larry

*ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋ - ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴍɪx

KRYPTONIC

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