Lyrics
I wish I could go back
to where I said
that I didn't
want you back
Now, I'm saying
I'm cold
and I'm saying that I am alone
and I see all the beautiful things

If I can put you in my pocket and take you with me
I would
If I could take you in my pocket and pocket you with me
I would
If I could take you in my arms 
I would
if you wanna roll with me 
you could

I wish I could go back
to where I said
that I didn't
want you back
Now, I'm saying
that I'm cold
and I'm saying that I am alone
and I see all the beautiful things

If I can put you in my pocket and take you with me
I would
If I could take you in my pocket and pocket you with me
I would
If I could take you in my arms Tonight 
I would
if you wanna roll with me 
you could

BURN IT!

Put You In My Pocket | T-Bone Gregory

Since I Met The Master # 008, Gene Jumper, ( Original)

Since I Met The Master, # 008 Gene Jumper, ( Originial )

I wrote this last year after some tragic news events. While the gun control discussion goes on, I’m still hoping…

A real pleasure to have Pravinand joining in…thanks mate, your harmonica really gives this a lift. @johnny-minstrel

Last Bullet To Fall (Brian Peters)

He had his workout, got into shape
With a pre-dawn run
Bought some takeout, briskly escaped
Into the morning sun

A rodded wood beam, trigger and tape
That he found on the ‘net
Some target shooting, sling bag and cape
And he was finally set

He moved behind the crowded scene
Like a snake on the ground
Raised his head, uncoiled to spring
As he fired his rounds

Now I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the ever after
Where the reels of regret
Will be turned into laughter
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls
Waiting for the last bullet to fall

Some weeks before I was glued to my phone
Just scrolling through
Caught my eye some kids had died
In a Texas school

Slip of a lad just went mad
With an AR-15
Shot his gran, got into her van
Headed down the street

Powder and lead were burning red
In the midday heat
Twenty-One Dead, the headline read
It was the bloodiest scene

So I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the ever after
Where the peals of lament
Will be spun into laughter
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls

Yes I’m holding my breath
Like I’m under water
For the death of death
In the sweet hereafter
Where the steel of dissent
Will be bent to a ploughshare
But till that trumpet calls
I’ll be shouting from the top of the city walls
Waiting for the last bullet to fall

Last Bullet To Fall (ft Johnny Minstrel)

One Last Dance (Bittersweet Memories)

Fake Smile

Music is fantastic in evoking emotions. But not always pleasant ones as in this case where it's supposed to make you feel tense and uncomfortable. 
This is one of the suspense tracks of the yet unreleased game Anthador.
Have you noticed the uncommon, metallic string swells? Here's some "behind the scenes" footage of me bowing guitar, banjo and ukulele:
https://youtube.com/shorts/4hhyFF0CBN4?feature=share
I've created this creepy cover pic by adding some cat's eyes to the gaps of an old stone wall.

These Walls Have Eyes

Staggerlee Blues

This is a piece of music honoring the 5 year old inside of you! You know the one, with a rich and vibrant imagination, full of energy! An explorer, a dreamer, pure momentum and joy <3! This has been a piece long in the making where I had the pleasure of revisiting my inner 5 year old, it was emotional, it was joyous, it has become a celebration - and now you can listen to it and hopefully go on your own adventure together with your inner child :-)! Image created in Midjourney

Going on an adventure!

Music and Painting by Paulina Gomis
Human architecture. The portrait of your sacred geometric being. Being is perfect in its human essence. this portrait is of my friend Amir Ebrahim Bozorgi Heerd . With love.

They are the portrait of the essence. Telepathic divination to balance and stabilize the human structure in all its beauty. With the blessing of love.

Prod. By P.G For Amir Ebrahim Bozorgi Heerd

Artist Picture. Shyntwirl
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
PROD. Shyntwirl
Trumpets / Ambiance / Drums / Bass


Shyntwirl - Fungus (PROD. Shyntwirl)

Oh francine its not what you think
Get so high i could live in a dream 
I talk to the bugs and they said it was fine
The moon in the gutter still gives a shine
You called me a ghost and i took it to heart
I slept in the woods just to tear you apart
Your blood knows my name but it wont say it back 
My face is what you see before it turns into black
Oh francine don't wait up for me 
Im lost in a song that nobody sings
Your name on a note that i folded in 3
Still stuck in my pocket since 2019
Francine Francine 
Oh francine i tried to get clean
Im not ready for the silence that it brings 
I talk to the dog when my fever gets high
He tells me that your love was a lie
Painted your name on the side of my van 
Peeled in the rain just like all of my plans
The mirror wont look at me straight anymore
I see you instead when i walk pass the store
Oh francine its not what you think
Get so high i could live in a dream
I talked to the bugs and they said it was fine
The moon in the gutter still has a shine

Put You In My Pocket | T-Bone Gregory

Nathan T-Bone Gregory