Name: Cold Smoked Salmon by NOSTRUMUVA in Psychedelic
Duration: 5 min 56 s
Description: Ambient world music on a TE OP-1 keyboard.

Psychedelic

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

EYE DUH

This is the first song of my "Nullanon" series, which kind of correlates to a depression section of my life.  Little bit of funk at the end.  If you like the funk there is an extended version of that called "Turbulence Of The Nullanon".  The Nullanon is an anthropomorphized nothingness.

LYRICS:
Behold unto, O gentle love,
The nothing, Nullanon.
'Tis said on many scroll
He knows neither fate, nor reason.
Shall his will be evident?
His image sung through gifted tongue,
(Shall his will be evident?)
A voided hope and without shame,
(Shall his will be evident?)
Regardless of his coming seen,
Bring us to thy empty shell,
Shall his will be evident?
To others, an evil anathema,
Nay man is he, nor solid Earth.
Apathia, athambia, aphasia.
Man is but self-serving.
In hobo form, or merchant storm,
A wanderer o'er land and sea,
O Nullanon, join him now,
All nightmares expound from thee.

The Nullanon

This is the extended part of the end of my first "Nullanon" song.  Just some funky blues, that's all, moderately repetitive.

LYRICS (at the end):
Let there be something new?
No, it's all The Same.

Turbulence Of The Nullanon

This is number 3 in my "Nullanon" series.  The point is there is this thing called "The Same" and everything is part of it.  No matter what you do, all of life is vain.

LYRICS:
The air we breathe is The Same.
The light shown on us is The Same.
The sounds we hear are The Same.
The ground beneath our feet is The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
The light shown on us is The Same.
The sounds we hear are The Same.
The ground beneath our feet is The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.

The Same

When someone asks you "What's the difference?", now you know.  It's this thing that came down from the sky and changed stuff after the Nullanon disappeared for a while.

At this point, I started concentrating on generating album covers using artist mannequins.  This is number 4 in my "Nullanon" series.  Imagine a bunch of people used to doing things very unambiguously and then there is something that forces them to start making more granular decisions based on evidence.

LYRICS:
Softly, slowly, swaying in the wind,
The trees reveal a message to begin,
As if a random group of people broke into a song,
The natural and man-made objects start to play along:
What is The Difference?
The great and mighty Nullanon is nowhere to be found,
A wave of synchronicity unfolds across the ground,
The people all are silent and they open up their eyes to the skies.
There's a difference that flies.
What is The Difference?
The Difference descends in graceful hidden coup d'etat.
It suffocates the people and their will.
What once was unambiguous is now a rolling hill,
And though they're happy they will cry inside.
What is The Difference?
It shines so bright,
Look at it and love.
It came from above, it must be good.
Give it all your energy, feed it like we should.
Feed The Difference.
What is The Difference?
What is The Difference?

What Is The Difference

I love the organ melody progression in this song at the beginning.  This is number 5 in my "Nullanon" series which is depression stuff, mixed with some funk organ.  The lyrics for this song is mostly about accepting what happened already and moving forward (stoic philosophy).

LYRICS:
Everything that was is now undone.
Every time we lost, we thought we won.
Everywhere we went is just a memory that fades,
Everything we said was just a promise that we'd made,
And now those promises are broken.
It took us way too long to figure out.
We didn't seem to start,
When we did, we never carried through.
We had a chance, but didn't try.
Pick up our mess, and collect ourselves,
Gather some hope, move forward again.
Rusted old tools in the dust on the shelf,
Moments before it's the end.
Might as well give it our all,
Nothing to lose,
One final attempt.
Maybe we're spent,
But that's how it went.
Might as well give it our all,
Nothing to lose.
One final attempt.
Maybe we're spent,
But that's how it went.

That's How It Went

Ambient world music on a TE OP-1 keyboard.

Cold Smoked Salmon

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.

Cold Smoked Salmon

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