Some vibes for when you want to just chill or focus and get some work done you know.

EYE DUH

Bishop Berkeley was this dude in Ireland that came up with Solipsism, which is complete junk unfalsifiable philosophy that claims everything just exists in your own mind.  He experimented with Pine Tar a lot and died of paralytic stroke, likely due to ingesting the Pine Tar (my guess).  What's funny is when he died, we kept existing, so we must not have been a figment of his mind.  Multi-layer improvisation (improvised train of thought lyrics), harmonica, old Yamaha keyboard, shaker egg, clay whistle.

Here is the lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7lN7L_b2Yc&list=PLvy_KXTNqcQeCK6_NNdtkBSxG_oWeuYEb&index=7

Bishop Berkeley Died

One Of Those Days

Verse 1
The fire went out, the ocean went still
I woke on the shore, lungs heavy but filled
Salt in my veins, smoke in my hair
Somehow I’m here, though I shouldn’t be there

Pre-Chorus
Among the wreck, among the din
I thought the dark would pull me in

Chorus
But I was rescued, pulled from the tide
Carried by hands I couldn’t describe
Rescued, though I don’t know why
Still half-broken, still alive

Verse 2
Voices like echoes, blurred silhouettes
The sound of machines I can’t forget
I drift in the quiet, I sink in the light
Haunted by flames, but spared by the night

Pre-Chorus
Among the waves, among the cries
I saw the fear in stranger’s eyes

Chorus
But I was rescued, pulled from the tide
Carried by hands I couldn’t describe
Rescued, though I don’t know why
Still half-broken, still alive

Bridge
If this is a mercy, it cuts like a blade
If this is salvation, it comes too late
I’m here in the silence, I can’t explain
Why I was lifted from fire and rain

Final Chorus
I was rescued, torn from the deep
But I’ll never wake from the dreams I keep
Rescued, but I don’t feel saved
Still remembering the flames


Rescued

A 4-3-5 polyrhythmic rhythm experiment. DEEP bass. Uptempo. Harp with harp and koto solos. Please enjoy!

HarpKoto

Kaleidoscope

(Verse 1)
Colors fracture in the morning light
Faces blur and fold into the night
Your hand is shaking, mine can’t stay still
The mirror bends, but it’s bending your will

(Verse 2)
Words unravel before they’re said
Thoughts are heavy, sinking like lead
Photographs hide behind your eyes
A thousand fragments, a thousand goodbyes

(Chorus)
Kaleidoscope, turning slow
Pieces scatter, but you don’t let go
Falling apart in a quiet show
Kaleidoscope, I still see you in the glow

Verse 3
Hands fold like paper, soft and thin
The storm’s inside, not on your skin
Every turn rewrites the scene
You’re fading out, but I still dream

(Chorus)
Kaleidoscope, turning slow
Pieces scatter, but you don’t let go
Even when the colors start to fade
Kaleidoscope, I see the life we made

(Verse 1)
Colors fracture in the morning light
Faces blur and fold into the night
Your hand is shaking, mine can’t stay still
The mirror bends, but it’s bending your will

(Chorus) 2X
Kaleidoscope, turning slow
Pieces scatter, but you don’t let go
Even when the colors start to fade
Kaleidoscope, I see the life we made


Kaleidoscope

Drums and percussions – manuel herrera
Electric Bass – neil catalano
acoustic piano – jepp zisa
electric organ – sal iurato
Acoustic guitar – gunther rholart
Electric guitar – robert herford
Mute trumpet - angelo alabiso (angus)


black and white

The City That Never Sleeps

Experimental meditation oscillation song. TEOP1 Field keyboard, started with a layer of mid-level digital organ with some weird timber effect in it, then added an almost walking jazz bass accompaniment, then went back and added a higher layer of some more ethereal stuff.  The point of this song is drone background for some thinking/working.

Preoccupied Oscillation

The Colour Of Autumn

The Sixth Beast

A collab featuring the fantastic guitar playing of Paul Hartshorn https://soundcloud.com/onefingermusic. 

Rhythm tracks and vocal used (in part) for the collab https://soundcloud.com/nostrumuva/settle-in by Echodust, Jimmy The Mule, Dave Turnbow, NOSTRUMUVA, Flying Kiwis and Brendan Dempsey

Dave Turnbow - vocals, rhythm baritone guitar, fretless bass
Paul Hartshorn (OneFingerMusic) - all other guitars

Music and Lyrics by David Michael Turnbow
©2025 All Rights Reserved

LYRICS
Our past is gone: poof, no goodbye 
The last line drawn: truth, knowing why
What dreams we had; quaint, large and small
What seemed so bad ain’t far at all

Our future's found: four circles deep
Come slosh around; more misery reaped
What woes occurred: cursed, fate foreseen
What does the word "worst" even mean? 

A fitting gloom: stark, rank and sour
A fetid tomb: dark, dank and dour
We should have known how ends begin
This is our home now; settle in
Settle in

Circle Four

Circle Four (feat. Paul Hartshorn (OneFingerMusic))

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
Multi-instrumentalist, all types of music, all types of methods.
Occasional collaborations with other artists.
Sometimes I post the sheet music if it's piano.
Lately, my favorite instrument is a TE OP-1 Field keyboard.