Broke my rot.... Decided to write one about the heart and it stuck. Had a good few days of everything I tried sounding the same and needed that reset ❤️‍🔥 Thanks Heart 🫡

If we are lucky enough to grow old it will beat around three billion times and pump 159 million litres of blood through itself and around our body. What a beast 🫀
I'm trying to make sense or pay homage to the filterer it is for morals. In conjunction with a well wired head it's the feelings in our chest that work with the brain it seems to deliver our morals and absorb and deliver that well felt empathy we share. I guess it's our experience of pain and pleasure that we know and the love we have for eachother which allows that empathy flourish solidifying our shared morals. Or we let apathy mute it. Either way its the shared experience that delivers them to us and the natural knock on effect of us knowing we don't like pain and knowing others don't either... so ego aside... Morals should be the easy bit haha!
What happened.... 😆



Heart

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Huge human heart
Filterer of feelings
Fear sent below
Love flow to cranium ceilings
Three billion beats
Spark to grim reaper
One million barrels as blood pump speaker

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Humans of heart
Beings of brave
Lumens like lark
Virtuous made
Body seer of moral
The feeler of feel
Fuelled well being of wise
Good stealer of steel

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Governor of grief
Body seer of empathy
Good decider of right
If mind tend peremptory
Four chambers chime
Tuned to physical realm
Feeder of conscious through feelings to helm

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy
Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy

Heart

My sister Cindy wanted me to write music for her. It is becoming increasingly hard to play and that makes me sad.  I have lay so far back in my powerchair that I can't see the controls. I can't tolerate sitting up, it's too hard to breathe. Some days I can't even get out of bed.

My son attached a projector to my computer so my screen is now 6'x4', and I have a small keyboard I hold in my hand. So I try to keep up, but it takes much longer to do anything. ALS is not easy to deal with. It's important to stay positive and make good use of the time I have left.

Something To Remember Me

I have the honour to post this piece with the added cello part by my good friend Michael Hanrahan, I'm very grateful to him to have this created for me...
I hope you have pleasure in listening as much as I have writing it...

To listen to more of Michael's music
https://soundcloud.com/michaelhanrahanmoore78

Art picture has been given by my son...

Fantaisie en Do Majeur

- Picture -
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist Editor. Shyntwirl 
Quality Editor. Shyntwirl
Effects Editor. Shyntwirl
Lightning Editor. Shyntwirl

- Music -
Producer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Structure. Shyntwirl
Developer. Shyntwirl
Synthesizers. Shyntwirl
Reverb. Shyntwirl
Echoes. Shyntwirl
Pads. Shyntwirl
Strings. Shyntwirl
Leads. Shyntwirl
Synths. Shyntwirl
Keyboard. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl
Quality Audio. Shyntwirl

PROD. Shyntwirl 

Shyntwirl - Pollination

Nothing's gonna hold us back tonight,

Slow motion exploration of a sensual relationship. It's dark, it's sad, it's sexy. Well, I hope so...
Lyrics:
Fap fap, get ready for the splash
Esoteric fluid, evaporating blue
Give me the pleasure and the lash
In the glory of dawn, pale an new

Dans cette errance, je me sens perdue
Je m’offre à toi, sale et vaincue

Bang, bang, get ready for the crash
Forget the secrets you once knew
The darkness comes from the gash
Deep in my heart, through and through

Dans cette errance, je me sens perdue
Je m’offre à toi, sale et vaincue

(Spoken words)
The dark ambient instant we spent
Evaporates in your synthetic sweat
My conscience fades in the ultra-bass
You’re attracted, but I’m a mess.

Tap, Tap, taught me how to behave.
With you, I’m always ready to play.
Your dominant stance is what I crave.
You got me groaning and moaning all day

Dans cette errance, je me sens perdue
Tu me prends, sale et vaincue

Errance #5

DRUMAX No. 71 // SIGMATIC // The Surrealistic Side Of The Galaxy
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Drums, Cover, Mix & Production
@joerxworx // soprano saxophone
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DRUMAX No. 71 // SIGMATIC

Drown in Your Games

[Verse 1]
Down by the water
I heard your voice low and strange—
fallen promises heavy as anchors
pulling me under your skin

Cigarettes burning like streetlight prayer
your hands stained with last night’s sins
I close my eyes but I can’t remember
every bruise that the silence begins

[Pre-Chorus]
You said love is just a game
but I keep drowning anyway
I still wait by the river’s edge
for the ghost of what you’ll never say

[Chorus]
It’s you only you—
dark as the tide that drags me through—
your shadow plays
a cruel refrain
and I drown in your games
I drown in your games

[Verse 2]
Satin dress cheap perfume
You wore it for me on a broken night—
television glow on faded walls
you laughed like a hymn in a funeral light

I traded heaven for your fake smile
I traded truth for your lies
but beauty’s a curse and you wear it so well
like a dagger tucked under your thighs

[Pre-Chorus]
You said love is just a game
but I keep drowning anyway
I still wait by the water’s side
though I know you’ll never stay

[Chorus]
It’s you only you—
dark as the tide that drags me through—
Your shadow plays
a cruel refrain
and I drown in your games
I drown in your games

[Bridge]
Down down deeper still—
the river hums it drinks its fill
I gave you my song you gave me chains
I gave you my breath you gave me blame
but oh how I love the pain—
it keeps me playing your games

[Final Chorus (softer haunting)]
It’s you always you—
ghost in the water pulling me through—
your shadow stays
a cursed refrain
and I drown in your games
I drown in your games

[Outro]
Down by the water
you never came
still I wait
still I drown
still I play your games

Drown in Your Games

Crescent Fern

Balloon Licking

Ce morceau invite à un voyage intérieur, entre lumière et contemplation, grâce à une écriture délicate et poétique. Les harmonies glissent en douceur, portées par des accords parallèles et des gammes aux couleurs étonnantes. Le saxophone vient ajouter une chaleur lyrique, tandis que les cordes pincées donnent du relief et du mouvement. Peu à peu, la musique s’élève, gagne en intensité, sans jamais perdre sa clarté apaisante. C’est une ode à la transformation, où l’ancien et le nouveau se rejoignent dans un même souffle enchanté.

Crescent Fern

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer