HEAR SO MANY FOLK INFLUENCES AND JIMMY BUFFET FEEL

Great song Mike! Your lyrics really paint a picture ... and it's very catchy as well

Contains a snippet of narration of H. P. Lovecraft's 'The Colour Out of Space' by Ian Gordon for HorrorBabble.

Lovecraftian Herb Garden

My humble contribution to the popular musical magna opera that may be understood as 'Lost in space.'

Far From Home

In The Corner Of The Night

Needlework

Dropkick the Sun on Feb. 10th - Mash up by the amazing Mahan Mahan 

https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals courtesy of How To Loot Brazil www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail…bpm-pop-acapella

Instrumental sample taken from Screach @Bobby-Brady track February Bobby-brady – February

Mixed & Mastered by Mahan² @ Pahlavi Sound Studios, Los Angeles, California, USA 91304

Dropkick the Sun on Feb 10th (Mahan² Mash-Up : Screach & How To Loot Brazil)

Show Me Your Way

Wheelwright: voice https://soundcloud.com/wheelwright
Beckenstein: music, lyrics, vocal melody, instruments

Fictive Sisters is a Trans-Atlantic online collaboration between Wheelwright and Jonathan Beckenstein.
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hibernating
the days grow dark
suffocating
so pull your boots on
walk out the door

frozen ridge line
and silver moon
distant tree line
the sleeping forest
is under snow

crystal flakes will crunch underfoot
icicles agleam
father winter will tread by your side
to the frosted stream

calculating
the solstice tide
enervating
procrastinating
walk out the door

frigid meadow
in moonlight glaze
dormant willow
is waiting naked
for your embrace

crystal flakes will crunch underfoot
icicles agleam
father winter will tread by your side
to the frosted stream
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Michael and I will be introducing two new songs in roughly a month, and at that time the Fictive Sisters album "Immaculate Distraction" will be available on Bandcamp. We will let you know when and provide a link. Thanks always for your listening!

image from Wikipedia

Father Winter (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

I was a bike messenger. It never leaves you. 

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40 quarters
in your pocket
strap your helmet
grab a lane
asphalt pinball
in the morning

rocket on
marathon

trucks and taxis
coming at you 
double dance move
get away
asphalt pinball
it’s a hustle

canvass bag
cargo tags

cop in bike lane
traffic ticket
time is wasting 
run away

open car door
broken window
glass on pavement 
shitty day

chain links clicking
through Manhattan
red light running
all the way
asphalt pinball
burning muscles

it’s the same
in the rain
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photo by Max Bender via Unsplash.com

Thanks to Wheelwright for his sage suggestion to include backing vocals.

Asphalt Pinball

A Big Thank You to my friend „Zeralda“ for composing and playing the beautiful keys

The picture shows: Apollo sample No 60025, collected by Apollo 16 and currently in the National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C., source: Wikipedia


Little Moon Piece

1
Mind
Always out of time
Cannot word a line
Not on god
Nor life
That passes by 
In the long course of the day
That is elsewhere night
That just can’t say
What’s wrong or
What is not right
In course of time,
In course of that time,
In course of that time 
That is passing by
…
…

2
Mood
Often in uproot
Cannot draw a line
Between god
Nor life
That’s wasting by
Through the long curse of the day
That is elsewhere night
That just can’t say
What’s wrong or
What is not right
In curse of time,
In curse of this time,
In curse of this time 
That is grinding by

Day after day
Also night after night


3
Moon
You will come up soon
Let me loose a sigh
Upon this 
Turmoil
That’s passin’ by
In the long course of the day
That is elsewhere night
That just can’t say
What’s wrong or
What is not right
In course of time,
In course of that time,
In course of that time
That is swifting by

Day after day
Also night after night

Little Moon Piece (Collab wt Zeralda)

Lyrics (First strophe, translated from Mallarmé's Hérodiade) :
A dawn, heraldic plumage, has chosen our cinerary and sacrificial tower, a heavy grave from which a beautiful bird has fled, the solitary caprice of an Aurora in vain black plumage.
I subdue you senses in the vectorial space of my desires. My lingering incantations enter your heart and strain your body.
The tide of my liquid desires floods your senses as I rise above you naked and triumphant, humble and superb, determined and lost.
Your passions ride seven winged demons in the lust of my sweat and the pulse of your blood reverberates in the symphony of your moans.
The echoes of my humble incantations interfere with the golden melody of your erections, and my tongue writes seven runes of power an glory on your mystical member.
And I rise like a tide, and I fall under your command, and your devour my angst and drink my lust. And we pray Derketo in the secret language of our moans, entwined a Her divine feet.

Chaos of Forgotten Melodies

Forgotten Poem Engraved by the Waves of Desire

Forgotten Poem Engraved By The Waves Of Desire

Tan Line

I write simple songs, mostly in a country/folk vein. All recordings posted here were done at home with minimal production on my little Tascam Pocket Studio. No great commercial intent here, just a love for the writing process and the hope that one day I will pen one really good one.  Thanks for taking the time to listen!

Tan Line

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