Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

Agony is a song that reflects the experience of living in the metropolis of São Paulo, Brazil. An immense city that offers opportunities while taking away peace. A city that is both chaotic and beautiful at the same time.

Agony

I spend the day, the dark afternoon, inside myself;
My life so secure, filled with my fears;
My apartment, my Garden of April;
My gray day, the girl who left.
I wander every day, with no destination or place;
The Earth is my fate, the pool comes from the sea;
And this strange world;
And this crazy life;
I’m not part of that herd, no!
I’m not just anyone.
Life has left me.
Life has left me, alone.
Life has left me, just dust. My dear.
I spend the day, the dark afternoon, in this civil chaos;
Breathing the filthy air of the city that birthed me;
Waiting for something new to happen and distort;
This so-called reality that surrounds me and makes me fall;
In the depths of society, miserably all the same;
Different from the vultures that inhabit the central highlands;
From all the children of this beloved homeland, gentle mother;
I spend the day, the dark afternoon, in this civil chaos.

Agonia é uma canção decantada da vivência na metrópole de São Paulo, Brasil. Uma cidade imensa, que dá oportunidade e tira a paz. Uma cidade caótica e linda, ao mesmo tempo.

Agonia

Passo o dia, a tarde escura, dentro de mim mesmo;
Minha vida tão segura, dentro em meus medos;
Meu apartamento, meu Jardim de Abril;
Meu dia cinzento, moça que partiu 
Vago todo dia, sem destino ou lugar;
A Terra é minha sina, a piscina vem do mar;
E esse mundo estranho;
E essa vida louca;
Não sou desse rebanho, não!
Não sou gente pouca.
A vida me deixou.
A vida me deixou, só.
A vida me deixou, só o pó. Meu bem.
Passo o dia, a tarde escura, nesse caos civil;
Respirando o ar imundo da cidade, que me pariu;
Esperando algo novo acontecer e distorcer;
Essa tal realidade que me envolve e que me faz descer;
Nos confins da sociedade, miseravelmente toda igual;
Diferente dos abutres que habitam o planalto central;
De todos filhos dessa Pátria Amada, mãe gentil;
Passo o dia a tarde escura nesse caos civil.

Agony (Agonia)

GlassBalls

I thought I'd create a dark themed Christmas track.
Various plugins were used to create this track from The Crow Hill Company, Spitfire Audio and Toontrack.

Image was generated by AI. 

A Christmas Ghost Story

The third track from my Echoes From The Wastelands EP!

Guitars used:
Yamaha Revstar Standard 
Gibson Les Paul Studio 
Fender Precision Bass 

Synth:
Arturia Microfreak 

Novation Launchkey 49 MK3 midi keyboard 

Plugins used:
Tonex - Mesa Boogie and Orange amp captures
NDSP Darkglass Ultra
Line 6 Helix Native 
Spitfire Audio Labs Cassette 
Toontrack EZ Keys Upright Piano
EZ Drummer 3 Dark Industrial 

Cover photo generated by A.I. 

Corrosion

Whatchya trying to do to me

Some months ago I was heading to the doctor’s when I heard a voice say “notice the tattoo,” or “ look at the tattoo,” something along those lines, which left me pretty baffled, unsure what this meant or why it suddenly popped into my head. But I made sure I would pay attention to any tattoos I saw at the doctor’s office. When I got there a young nurse admitted me and checked my vitals. She was pretty and had a calming grace about her. When she went to take my blood pressure, I saw on the inside of her wrist was a single tattoo: a red rose. Throughout the day I contemplated what this symbol was meant to mean and why I was supposed to see it but couldn’t really make any connection to it. 
Around this time I had started learning more about the saints. I was reading a book of poetry by St. Thérèse of Lisieux “the Little Flower” that I really loved. In it are the most tender of love poems dedicated to Jesus, other saints and her fellow sisters at her convent. 
But it wasn’t until a couple of days ago I found the novena prayer to St. Thérèse and was shocked and tickled to discover it is apparently common knowledge that she’ll send a rose to those who ask for her prayers. 
Now I can’t remember if I had, at that time, asked, but maybe she went ahead and sent the rose knowing I would catch up down the line. Either way, this beautiful haiku by El Wud evoked in me this memory and the desire to repay her kind gift.

So dear St. Thérèse of Lisieux, this one’s dedicated to you:


Curve of time—
a thought takes flight,
scent of a rose.

by El Wud
Naviar Haiku challenge #577

A Rose from St. Thérèse [naviarhaiku 577]

when we were small

Heartbreak_

Vanilla Twilight but it's house

Dream Runner ’89 – Retro Dreamwave / Synthwave / Vaporwave Escape

Dream Runner ’89 throws you straight into the glowing heart of the 80s digital dreamscape — drifting between dreamwave haze, neon-soaked synthwave basslines, and soft vaporwave echoes. 🌌✨

Built for night drives, arcade memories, and drifting through imagined cities, this album blends shimmering pads, VHS textures, warm chorus synths, and drifting retro melodies that feel both nostalgic and otherworldly. It’s the sound of neon horizons, forgotten dreams, and a future that never was.

Let the runner in you take the wheel. 💜🏙️

Whatchya trying to do to me

Nathan Pugh