Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Paramour
Standing by
Please don’t cry

Nevermore
He won’t leave
It’s make believe 

You realize
In the storm

Evergreen
Someone new
Just for you
Make it count


Paramour

How To Weave Tenderness From The Threads Of Thunder

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

This song Began as a very Nice progressive/swing  tune titled "A Mood of Two" created by the Furico music Team and one of my favorites of theirs, several years ago-- Teth Sin (Mick) decided to do a collab/remix and asked me to supply some lyrics--i had some in the can from a song Called "Beloved Sisters of the storm" 
So Mick Masterfully put this Beautiful Progessive Swing tune together with all of us and honored me by naming it after lyrics in the Song--and has graciously allowed me to release it on my Page though It got major play, just in case you missed this brilliant tune, here it is--Cheers:)

lyrics

i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

The Mighty Himalayas-with Teth Sin & The Furico Music Team

Step Inside

I was in Prilep, Pelagonia province, North Macedonia in October 2022 during the Macedonian Uprising Day (October 11). I made some recordings of the celebrations in the evening and also of my hike to the Markovi Kuli (Marko's Towers) in the morning, a truly beautiful place.
Pics here: https://zuunzug.com/2023/05/21/prilep/
J'étais à Prilep, province de Pélagonie, Macédoine du Nord en octobre 2022 lors du Jour de l'Insurrection Macédonienne (11 octobre). J'ai fait quelques enregistrements des célébrations le soir et aussi de ma randonnée jusqu'aux Markovi Kuli (Tours de Marko) le matin, un endroit vraiment magnifique.

A Hundred Days in the Balkans

October in Pelagonia

October In Pelagonia

Dream # 3 (Minimalism Study)

A new composition:
Lyrics:

I'm tired of all the noise
The chatter that drowns our voices
And I’m weary, oh so weary
Of the games that are played
Where laughter turned to shadows grey

Oh my, oh my, what have we become
Chasing dreams in a world that feels so numb
I’m tired of you, I’m tired of them
Searching for solace where the light dims

I’m tired of empty nights
Where hope fades into fights
When the words we used to sing
Are lost, like whispers in the breeze
Tell me where, did the good times go

But in this weary heart,
There’s a flicker yet to spark,
If we can find our way
Back to where we started
Can we save what’s left of our art

So, I’ll breathe in the dawn
Let the shadows withdraw
I’m really tired of this show
But I still hear the music
Of hope rising up
Like a song from the ground
Oh my, oh my, we’ll find what we’ve lost
Together, friends, we’ll carry the cost
Mastered Track : Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image:  Elijah O'Donnell

Tired of this Show

Pieces

Nocturne in C minor for Violin and Piano

The Shape of Silence is an exploration of the quiet architecture of emotions — where stillness becomes sound, and silence takes form through subtle harmonic motion and gradual resonance.

Visual, music production, and composition by Ioannis Alexander Konstas.

#TheShapeOfSilence, #ioannisalexanderkonstas #Classical, #NeoClassical, #love

How To Weave Tenderness From The Threads Of Thunder

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