g-damn, O-Rabbit, but are you ever crafty on all counts. "No one’s shy anymore: shame gets off at the first whistle stop & good riddance"?? Absolutely LOVELY and gut-punchingly visceral.

Songs That Should be in This Is Us

Around The Atmosphere
By: Pieter Hurter

#ambient #instrumental

All Rights Reserved

Around The Atmosphere

Word to the wise: come to terms with your faith before your own mission
Goes to the dogs & your loyalty gets mistook for misprision
Down to the wire, circling vultures all await your excision
Cut to the chase: you’ll be cast out, disgraced, erased, O the list goes on
All around, hustlers standing the ground they acquired by hustling
Up & down, all  around them the infrastructure rusting
Face in their hands, charity transfers their bake-sale proceeds, entrusting
The beggar rebel holding a cup & a sign reading hedl, the dream lives on

Word to the wise: your brother in x’s heart drinks blood even as it bleeds
Needs of the world endlessly discoursed over devices no one needs
Back to the wall, he insists he’s enlightened just because he reads
Close to the Knives, but he skims looking for all the juicy bits (don’t we all?)
All around, Shamans selling the sacred stones for a pittance
Up & down, your commitment to branding the price of admittance
No one’s shy anymore: shame gets off at the first whistle stop & good riddance
Don your camo, get out & gather up weapons & ammo, the game is on

Word to the wise: your sister in y, she hunts with the mind of a leopard
Snake in the grass, but we’ll give a pass to any who’ll go on the record
Pastor approved: slaughtering sheep to provide meat & fleece for the shepherd
Come to the truth at the expense of a soul (don’t we all?), & the clock ticks on
All around, drummers drumming their armies of God to the river
Up & down, endlessly beating, berating, baptising each other
Long live y & death to x!  Stuff your manners & judge your confessor
Feed your cancers, phrase all your questions in the form of answers, the band plays on.

Word to the Wise

Got My Mojo Working, Gene Jumper, Muddy Waters, ( cover)

Got My Mojo Working, Gene Jumper, Muddy Waters, ( Cover)

Time passes like in high school, very fast in the good moments and very slow in the ones when I don't have to remember.

BACKWARD

Or see the video version here: https://youtu.be/QJkU8Ah-DxY
“Erecting a chart,” I must say to my young computer-wise everything-else-ignorant listeners, was in the former times no easy task. Start, as now, with the time and place of birth, but first it must be mathematically deconstructed from the falsehoods of “railroad time” and converted to true local noon. This sets the 12 numbered Houses of the zodiac, and gives the familiar sun sign but also the Rising Sign, which changes every hour or so. Where were the planets? For that we must go to the tables of the “deutsche Ephemerides” and adjust their positions, a process not for the short of attention span or mathematically challenged, to our exact time and desired longitude. And here we will also, depending on our skill and conscientiousness, adjust the House sizes to reflect our Latitude as well.
So now we have the placement of our Planets in their Houses. But are they direct or retrograde? And they stand in differing relationships to each other: conjunction, opposition, trine, square...A particularly unfortunate position is said to be “afflicted.” We will pass over astrological esoterica like the Arabian Points. And now with chart in hand, what does it all mean? THAT calls for wisdom! And in the end...sometimes one can only respond as Kipling’s Astrologer here!

Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?
Creep thou betweene – thy coming’s all unnoised
(Heaven hath her high as Earth her baser wars)
Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray,
By Adam’s father’s own sin bound alway,
Peer up! Draw out thy horoscope and say
Which planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars!

Unto Whose Use (Rudyard Kipling)

Art cover: Model ElectroTrek

Title: Basically
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Doot, doot, doot do do do dah do dah,
Doot, doot, doot, do, doot dah!

Basically, you think you own me,   
But, FYI, I don't give an *Uck...
Right to your eyes, 
I'd tell ya you're straight out of luck!

You don't live in my shoes, honey.
Can't, even if you didn't choose!
I wouldn't want to be stranded on an island with you, uh!
Ooh, you'd piss your pants--
Even faster than a driven lance.

So, you ain't so street smart,
Even in the least part.
That don't make you strong on top,
Even when you play on my turf!

Now you kiss my ass,
And crawl away in the grass!
I'm not to be played by you another day. Yeah!
All you ever ask,
Is thinking about your past.
I'm so over you...Ooh, yeah, ooh!

Basically, I own myself,
Putting you back on the shelf.
Can't stand the sight of 
What you thinkin' you are.

I don't know what you got baby!
Ain't enough to satisfy me.
You'll NEVER be in my bed making me happy, anyway! 

Yeah!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah...
I got rid of you!
Ah ha ha, um, ah ha!
Ooh...
You're driven down on your luck!
Now you're gone!
Thank God!!
Basically, I own myself! 

Just a wee bit of a backstory shaping note:) *This track got its inspiration from a favorite genius lyricist of mine:)
Mr. Eric Festa, here on the Cloud! https://soundcloud.com/user-323190184

©7-31-2022 Release/*All Rights Reserved
Written Lyrics by: Lady ElectroTrek
Music by:
Track: Road Trip 
www.fiftysounds.com

Basically

Earlier this year, I read a newspaper article about the Doomsday Clock.
A song closer to heavy metal was made.

Strike Midnight

Take Me With You

#dreampop #dreampopvibes #shoegaze #neoindie #bedroompop #indiedream #melancholicpop #psychedelicrock #indieatmosphere #retrovibes #vintageindie #modernindie #indiedreamscape #lofiindie

todo pasará

A storm of emotion, rebellion, and rebirth. Burn For You channels the spirit of Celtic rock through a modern, experimental lens — where ancient rhythms collide with electric fire. Each track forges its own path through shadow and flame: the haunting echoes of Dark Tide, the fierce defiance of Fire Within, and the bittersweet reflection of My Love Died.

From the thunderous surge of Rising Tide to the introspective chill of Night Spell, the album walks the line between myth and modernity — fusing raw guitars, cinematic soundscapes, and atmospheric vocals into a sound that’s both primal and progressive.

This is not just an album — it’s a journey through stormlight, loss, and resurgence.
Celtic heart. Rock soul. Experimental edge.
   Burn For You — where every note leaves a scar.

Inner Dread

shatterproof.mp3

Parachutes

Yellow

“This Town” Lyrics:

Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there
The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air
It’s Hard
Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round
It’s funny how things never change in this old town
So far from the stars

And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now

If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

I saw that you moved on with someone new
In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you
It’s so hard
So Hard

And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now

Cos if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

And I know that it’s wrong
That I can’t move on
But there’s something about you

If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

Everything comes back to you

This Town

The very first instrumental I composed on GarageBand in April 2019. Inspired by Jack Pearson from This Is Us which airs on Tuesday nights (hence the title), though most of the show's music is a mix of classic rock and acoustic songs.

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Tuesday Nights

Inspired by the character of the same name in This Is Us. The acoustic guitar represents his humbleness, determination, and devotion, and could pass as a track in this show since it’s indie folk. Created in GarageBand. Dedicated to Milo Ventimiglia.

Jack Pearson

You Don't Know

Sabrina Corpac is an American indie/experimental composer, a New Yorker living in Utah. She has been composing music since 2009, first in Guitar Hero's Music Studio feature, then in GarageBand. She can play percussion and guitar. From her cool beats to her unique music style, her music will take you to another world. This account is the first to feature her compositions.

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