Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/notes-nha-8-320-am-even-though-i-love.html

Newfangled Hotel Ambience 8: 3:20 am

When I wrote this song, I had a female voice mind. I sent it to Nat Daniels and asked her if she was interested in singing it.  Long story short, both Nat and Craig got their creative juices flowing and came up with this beautiful rendition of the song. Ive always admired their work and it was a privilege to be able to do this with them. I hope you all like it!

Music and lyrics by Eric Feltham

Vocals by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy

Piano Nat Daniels

Produced by Nat Daniels

Buyer's Remorse (Collab with Daniels & Durgy)

P.O.E.T.

Cave

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Bass & Keys: JayKay
Lyrics: JayKay

Text:
Fortress

when the night disappeared 
the coming day was different.  
maybe it wasn't clear to you in the morning, 
but with the memory returning, 
the new day became paler and more spent.  

and where once have been green meadows 
now stands a dark fortress  
And I stand there outside, 
failed in the task of protecting you

I know, they are human beings
On the other hand 
Revenge is a human feeling

Now I'm standing here in front of your prison 
trying to convince you to swap places with them 
That they should bear the burden of their deed 
and let you go.  but you dare not do so

So all I have left is hope 
So all I have left is hope 
For you and for you and for you
For me

Fortress

A lovely bright thing on a stormy night
Entered into heaven which was not polite
"You came too soon" said the palace shade
"You flower and fruit and then you fade"

You fly too soon you fly too high
You know your life is standing by
Go work your clay and get ready for the way
Of stone and sky

Stone and sky

To be a lovely thing on slender wing
Or a horned god prowling for prey
In a thrashing fit to do the big fat "It"
While every way we go is pain

You wake to pain you wake to gray
And wonder how you came this way
You serpent bird - too low too high
For stone and sky

Stone and sky

(Too low, honey... Too high... Don't you know how to fly?)

A little bright light in a stormy sky
Scanning hell to heaven with the serpent's eye
And the bird's wing - "that's the only way
Bright young thing", said the shade

You crawl and fly you crawl and fly
You move according to the signs
You move it in the middle way
Of stone and sky

Stone and sky

Stone And Sky

Strut a Sidewalk Sanding

I could not find words with enough gravity for the current situation. I chose to focus on my hopes for the future.

Hoping For Peace (Instrumental)

2nd track from my new EP, 'A Sloping Field'. Help yourself to a free code via Bandcamp

https://woodlandtapeexchange.bandcamp.com/releases

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A Sloping Field

Needle Kiss

You Wanted me (Sped up) prod. VELVET

all by myself...

Folk, songwriter, Oregon, vibes, alternative, country, rock, lapsteel, banjo, vintage , sonic, trippy

Brake Then

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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