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

Newfangled Hotel Ambience 8: 3:20 am

Machine Gun Lists

Lost Years

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

Valium jazz - and if you are patient, on the long run, with a kind of deconstructive saxophon ;-)
photo: Jr Korpa, unsplash

falling asleep thoughts - sedative jazz

Asylum

In The Name Of God

;-Sentiment D’Absolu-;

All was made on GarageBand with 3 lines of bass guitar + synth drums

Watch out the Weirdo

Fundraiser Bass Loop

Thanks to @Pleudoniem for text suggestions & clip, and Marc and Jankobus  for comments on earlier versions.
https://youtu.be/vc6Fm3b2zmg

Take your disco lights
Out tonight
Send your laserbeam
into the sky

Lord I'm lonely
But the beat will guide me
back to the place
where we can be together

Unbox your dancing shoes
don't tie them too loose
Emoji, gives me a sign 
that all is still fine?

Here comes the disco king
watch him do his thing
like a chachacha
before the camera

There 's a tendency
in the tinder scene
that if you dance alone
you get stuck in the zone

But I don't mind
as long as I can find
a disco light
shining through

One Leg Dancing

Disco Lights

｢三和音 ~ CANON IN MEMORIAM OF A MISSING SISTER」

Concept music for a scene of a graphic novel.

Music written, produced, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "Trois Jeunes Femmes" (1953) by Marie Laurencin. Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

TRIAD

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took shelter/  til over/quite an adventure.

We Made It Through That Storm Last Night

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.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy