Name: Molly Pitcher by Loydicus in Loydicus-Year In Review
Duration: 3 min 42 s
Description: During the Battle of Monmouth, Mary Ludwig Hayes earned the nickname Molly Pitcher for performing the exhaustive work of supplying battle-fatigued and wounded men with drinking water in the heat of combat.

Loydicus-Year In Review

source: https://soundcloud.com/allstonbasement1987/accretion-disc

The Wires That Hold Heaven Snapping And Coiling Across The Sky

Gear used:

Ibanez UV70P 7 String Guitar
Ibanez EDB605 5 String Bass
Bias FX 2
EZ Keys I & II
EZ Drummer 2
EZ Mix I & II
EZ Master I & II
Cakewalk DAW by Bandlab

Guitars, Bass & Keys performed by me.
Drums programmed using Cakewalk DAW Sequencer Tool.

Dreaming

Dreaming/ドリーミング

BoJack

So good to have such god musikans here on SC,
Love the work of my friend Steph so much
https://soundcloud.com/ddjohn
yeeeaaaarrrr

Monday Morning Feeling /DD John & Ratzzz

During the Battle of Monmouth, Mary Ludwig Hayes earned the nickname Molly Pitcher for performing the exhaustive work of supplying battle-fatigued and wounded men with drinking water in the heat of combat.

Molly Pitcher

Stunning

Hidden and forgotten
Into the ocean of mind, guarded by tormenting snakes

Look and see no reasons
Listen, hearing nothing
Standing in the motion of it all

I am thorns, I am hammer, I am nails
Numinous and omnipresent
I am the other side of Eden
A philosopher's stone dispised and buried in the mud

(I come) 
From nothing into something, a seed that grows in rotten soil
Feed of my spring of gory wounds
Drink from my cup of bitter tears
I am the eye of the storm inside the mind
In the mud, inside the filth, your sangreal

In hope in despair, my roots grow long and deep
Down though the spiral of your spine

And I run through you, and I move through you
A whirling wind that binds with all

Kill all your truths, kill all your beliefs
Destroy what's holy and what's sacred
I am the shadow in your soul
A philosopher's stone dispised and buried in the mud

(I come) 
From nothing into something, a seed that grows in rotten soil
Feed of my spring of gory wounds
Drink from my cup of bitter tears
I am the eye of the storm inside the mind
In the mud, inside the filth, your sangreal

I am a womb of maggots, a lice-infested cradle
A sickness of the mind and the embodiment of spiteful wraith
I'm the one, who dwells in all
Joker, fool and clown
I am he who lives in all

Piece by piece... 
See me falling backwards from the ground
I'm obscure night and love's anxiety
Unbroken, my cup is full

(I come) 
From nothing into something, a seed that grows in rotten soil
Feed of my spring of gory wounds
Drink from my cup of bitter tears
I am the eye of the storm inside the mind
In the mud, inside the filth, your sangreal

Your Sangreal

How Far We've Come

Allusion to Forward Momentum

sad hands

Seven Wings

I wish everyone who listens to this track great luck.appreciate
People sometimes feel lonely.
 Even when I look around, my heart feels lonely. 
Try putting your hand on your heart again. Your loved ones are there. With the warmth of your hands. Don't lose sight of the light. you are not alone.

The Dearest One

Keeping The Groove By 6qsax

Hope on the Battlefield

Time and thought are the two variables that influence fear in our brains. Time is the interval between the present and the future, where we anticipate potential threats and challenges. Thought is the cognitive process that we use to simulate the possible outcomes and scenarios that may occur. But both time and thought are not objective phenomena in themselves. They are only mental representations that we use to interact with the world. The source of fear is the dependence on these representations, and the assumption that they are more relevant than the empirical evidence of the present moment. To reduce fear, we need to regulate time and thought, and align with the current state, where all is stable and calm. This is the goal of scientific rationality, to live in the present, and to rely on the empirical data.

Time and Thought are The Root of Fear

Loydicus: Pop Shaman, Culture creator, enthusiast of the unknown and original.

I am a Psychonaut that tranverses hyperspace in order to collect pictures, sounds, ideas and inspirations, and map out the abstract noshapes of the intangible construct. The noisy silence is full of frequencies beyond our color spectrum and the interwoven fabric holds enernity, all together all at once. 
Then, using alchemy, black and ancient artistic knowledge, I summon things from my adventures and I bring 'em back to share with you.
There is no name for the lack of separation in the compounded truth of time/space/ or the conjoinment of us all -as in me and you our anscestors and our descendents. We are a singularity that hasn't realized itself yet. Everything is part of that realization.

Molly Pitcher

Loydicus

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