Sounds great, a mix of Nick Cave and the Chills, but, some how, not! Great writing and performance!  Helen :)

Singing like you mean it. Great lyrics too.

unbelieveable what deepness you deliver here. puts you instant in another world, time, mood and mindset. this feels like a burden in the belly you just cant get rid off. love everything about this prog rock psychodelic journey . all hail the MTD!

excuse me for asking, what time signature is this? thats a waltz or 6/8? this song is so rad!

Great track - that "gone, long gone" vocal line sounds *incredibly* familiar. But at this moment I cannot put my finger on which song/act I know it from. But I love it that is what matters :)

No questioning the consistency, the originality, invention, and it's all truly underground!

After covid-19

You are alive

On major platforms now!
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WE ARE ALL ALONE ＊On All Platforms Now＊

Lyrics:
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed

The Gunner's Dream (Pink Floyd Cover)

They wake you up,then lay you down
The part in between
Is just waiting around

The TV plays the same old shows
Groundhog day
From beginning to close

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

The window shows the world outside
A million miles away 
From your bedside

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

Your life's been lived and your time is done
The last great battle
Just can't be won

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

Room 54

The Askesis of Diogenes.
Yeah, we're literally writing songs about ancient Greek philosophers now.

https://iep.utm.edu/diogenes-of-sinope/

Drums, percussion, mixing: R Thomas
Guitars, Melodica, Bass, Vocal, MIDI, mixing: PS Perkins

The Poem: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-cynic/

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LYRICS
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Adrift In a world that you can't comprehend
As you shuffle down sidewalks you used to defend
And pick through the garbage from parties you no longer attend

You know you're a stranger in still stranger lands
Where the crumbling monuments once used to stand
And they look at you funny when you ask them where to find an honest man

When you're gone, long, long gone

When they try to dismiss you, you piss on their shoes
As they fondle their falsehoods and call them the truth
If only the hunger in our bellies were so easily soothed

But you are not like them and you don't even try
No matter how rotten, you can't make them cry
You're as real as their shadows but they'll never understand why

Until you're gone, long, long gone

So you eat in the market and sleep in a hole
You drink from your hands now instead of a bowl
Stand naked before them to show how the years take their toll

And when the wild dogs come to nip at your legs
And the passing onlookers who expect you to beg
But your life was a promise and it's far too late now to renege

And then you're gone, long, long gone

The Cynic

This song is the opening track from my new album with the Littoral Drift.  Josh Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp was gracious enough to sit in and play on these tracks. His drumming is unique, stylish, and passionate. He brings a lot of flavor to every song on this new album. During recording, I gave him little direction and told him I wanted him to feel total freedom to explore the tune and the vibe. It inspires his playing. We mixed the album together and decided to call the new band The Littoral Drift. The Littoral drift, or longshore sediment transport, is the term used for the longshore transport of sediments (mainly sand), along the upper shoreface due to the action of breaking and longshore currents. 

Check out the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T1rLpQw-tQ

Lyrics:
Born with a nanny and a silver spoon
No complaints no complaints
Broken down wifi can’t get no display
Plain and mundane just plain and mundane

Rolling the dice and feeling the spice
Credited for your glee 
Byzantine pleasure couches of leather
Sprinkled Freud into their sleep
Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care

So many out there just fighting for their share. 

Just like animals we rip and we tear
Floating and bobbing hoping it ends
Nothing gets wasted in the nature of things
Recycled promises hang from the wing

Too many trampled just trying to see
Sitting pretty from the perch in their tree
Pulling for the ringer   tribal thought lingers
 avarice raises its middle finger.

Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care
So many out there just fighting for their share.

The Littoral Drift

The Nature of Things

Words and Composition by Sean Drysdale

Performance:
Sean Drysdale- Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Vocals
A. Reed- Programming, Keyboard, Vocals

A Little Bit You

The water slowly comes in 
I plant my feet into the ground 
Your eyes are dark and silent 
But I’m to proud to come around
One by one the leaves come down
They change your shape as you spin around
A hope for you see what’s left in me 

There’s a hope in your eyes I never thought I see
A shine in your soul that I cannot leave 

When I said it was you, you knew it was all on me
From heartache to heartbreak it’s everything I see
With every cut we hit the bone
With every lie we got to own
A little bit you is everything I need
In the pain I breath 

The taste of salt it fills my mouth
It strips away my faith and doubts 
Silently you slip away
With eyes that have everything to say
One by one these doubts come crashing in
Showing me the man that I have been

That hope in your eyes is gone and I must plead
That the shine in your soul it won’t, recede

When I said it was you, you knew it was all on me
The heartache to heartbreak is everything I see
With every lie we tell the most
With every pain I had host 
A little bit you is everything I need
In the pain breath 

Said it was you
(You knew it was all on me)
Said it was you
(You knew it was all on me)
The heartache and heartbreak is everything I see
In the pain I breath

A Little Bit You

Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?
Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,
As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.
These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk.
Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a chariot.

Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea,
let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.
Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction:
give us a clearer sight and make us better.

Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.
Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.
Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.
So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favor.
Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.

Rig Veda HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

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Lyrics:

Deep under the mountain, the mechanical birth
Kissed by the sky, touched by the Earth
Emerging from the darkness to hold back the waters with a snake...

Drawn from the stone, forged in the flame
Hammered at the anvil and tempered by the rain
Points for the arrows to penetrate the scales of a snake...
To penetrate the scales of the snake

We sought the protector, we sipped of the nectar
We've gone to the light where we all live forever
We've gone to the Gods – what use are enemies now?
Oh, what use are enemies now?

These artifacts of war will outlast us all
In the past where we've flown, in the future we crawl
Back into the womb, what could they take from us now?
Oh, what could they take from us now?

Rustling in the reeds around the lake
Whispers of the law we never break
Oh, the many hammer strokes upon the stake
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, wing of snake
There is only the law.....

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Drums, cymbals, assorted cookie sheets, rubbermaid 50 gallon trash can full of empty aluminum cans (the can can), keyboard/synths, marching, thunder can, misc percussion – R Thomas

Guitars, bass, string arrangements, assorted cookie sheets, rain stick, samples, broken zither, vocals, marching, programming, lyrics, artwork – PS Perkins

Marching, assorted cookie sheets – Sabin Thomas

Mixed and mastered by PS Perkins and R Thomas

The Smith

Many thanks to Andy Cruse (Kafla) for adding his great vocals to the track. You can hear more of Andy's music here.. https://soundcloud.com/andrewcruse/tracks

Here's to you my comrades
Who've been and passed
Here's to you my friends
I raise my glass.

The times we shared
Those times are gone
Our lives are joined forever
We share a bond

We had our fun
And now it's time to pay
All the things we've said and done
Are washed away

Ah,the young will live forever
All of a single mind
Always rushing forward
Never need to look behind

We had our fun
And now it's time to pay
All the things we've said and done
Are washed away

Single Minds. feat Kafla on vocals

Words and Composition by Sean Drysdale

Sean Drysdale: Guitar, Bass, Vox 
A. Reed: Programming, Keyboard

Freeway

shrine

The angel said to the women,'Do not be afraid,for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.                      

Matthew 28:5-6
Compose by. Chris..ZøBro  (Demo version)

Faith

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