в этот раз, похоже, получился спейс-рок, а не лоу-фай хип-хоп // this time it seems to be space rock, not lo-fi hip-hop 

все дороги вселенной

travel diary 2 part - city of forgotten dreams

-Unfassbar-

Fourth single from our upcoming album, Tales from the Lost World. Check out the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jssvVA-DZJo

llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar, Tambourine & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Synths, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
© 2025 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

The Dawn

Another phone recording.

Hedges - Bass and Vocals
Norsa - Guitar and Vocals
Willy - Drums and Vocals

Mixed by Norsa.

Windmill, windmill, windmill.

Recorded on 28th of October, 2022.

At Willy's Palace

The fourth track from my Echoes From The Wastelands EP!

Guitars used:
Yamaha Revstar Standard 
Fender Precision Bass 

Synth:
Arturia Microfreak 

Plugins used:
Neural DSP Darkglass Ultra 
Line 6 Helix Native 
Glitchmachines - Fracture
EZ Drummer 3 Dark Industrial 

Glitch In The Machine

song about a  past neighborhood  tragedy....happens everywhere , all the time I figure... sad things.. bad things..

Lost Horizon

Solo standing street light shine                                     Your hands reaching out to mine
Floating up through the evening skies
Just like hail and gentle rain
Love is soft, but love is pain
and hard to find under our thin disguise

Cause now that you’re gone                                         
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon is fading to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
they know I’m no good

Welcome to this land of shit
Head is pounding, eyes are lit
Falling down to meet my gin-soaked master
Empty bottles line the floor
Brimstone shackles on the door
Once a child now a lonely bastard

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood
Cops at the door 
I know I’m no good

Shots through the window     
The smoke starts to rise         
And I'm floating so far away   
The look in their eyes             
They can't  touch me              
There’s nothing to say            

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
They know I’m no good
I know I’m no good




Lost Horizon

Picnic in the Park  - Watch my video short! https://youtu.be/Z90D8qLSHjY?si=9lbkSdG-aeu_zr4H

A glorious day 
For a Picnic in the Park
Birds are chirping, 
Swans are swimming
Children laughing, 
The sun is grinning.
On a blanket of grass, 
We lay 
Side by side, 
Savoring each taste
Of food, drink, 
A kiss, 
On this lovely day.

Poem and Music by
Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
March 22, 2025

travel diary 2 part - city of forgotten dreams

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