Cute and creepy at exactly the same time. Big like

Loving the harmonies and the effects on the vocals. Genius!!!

sounds like a early Pink Floyd dream type👄💫😶‍🌫️

Hey how are ya
Nice to meet ya
Don't be shy
Just sayin' hi

Hi
Howdy
Hello

Hey How Are Ya

Four guitars on a deliciously depressive and sleep deprived winter's day. Neither entirely composed nor completely improvised, it is more a finger painting.

For Ray.

january

The Seer (TL ) - Core

Concealed

Endless Night Of Dreams

I am writing an electronic opera on the theme of the mysticism of Ancient Egypt.  Working title "Golden Pharaoh" First movement (prelude).  Vocal part in the recording stage.

Golden Pharaoh

Andrew Satler Drums
Jay Corbeti  Lead
Junez Bass 
Junez Synth
Junez Guitar 
Junez Lead
Junez Vox 

Cover OF Cream White Room 

old school new Fools

White Room

(After Math. Before Spelling. A love that could not be. The true story of two best friends, trapped in My Own Private Manitoba.)

Trying to sing a sunrise,
from out the letting of our bad blood,
but your silence speaks,my knees weak,
beneath the flow of the flood,

Honestly, can't you see,this is me,
trying to be what you want,
except i couldn't and can't,
not a promise or pant, could i haunt,

desolation darkens the door,
where i dress up in my death,
but that's life, and it's rife,with this strife,
the clock breaking with each breath,

and now the hands never meet,
so we'll stare at our feet,with interest,
and the numbers don't count,
up to any amount, i confess,

Wager me, i'll be wringing the words,
from my clotted throat,
Wager me, and the tracks that we marked,
bid a baleful bloat,

Wager me,
for i told the truth,
and you broke my mirror,

It must be all my fault,
if we don't appear,
is our reflection gone?
is that the path we're on?
out from the sinking streets,
of the quicksand concrete,

you know my scars still sing...

Apologies to fall from my lips,
are only tears in the rain,
in the muddle of this puddle,
I would catch your refection again,
but for the reality that my proximity,
imparts pain,
and the truth is that noose of abuse,
swinging loose in my brain,

Sorry is the name of the blame,
that bides a world without friends,
where confessions of love, are made of,
old shames and long lost loose ends,

And every poor Palindrome,
a once and future home to forsake,
until they're lost in the cost,
of destruction that they'll leave in their wake,

Palindrome

NE COMPTEZ SURTOUT PAS SUR MA MORT! by SUBSONIC DISSIDENCE ! D'après un poème de Elbeau Carlynx
Album "CHEVAL FOU" (2023)

NE COMPTEZ SURTOUT PAS SUR MA MORT!

Deathof Clubbing

Enough Rain

Music is my bestie. If I like yours we can be besties too!!!

Vocalist, keyboardists and song writer for The Fly Catz

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Hey How Are Ya

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