An old Rock n roll number. All instruments played by Wilson 1963.

Sung by me and my wife Elisabeth

C mon everybody ( cover from the great Eddie Cochrane

Sound from a recording of street cries from linemen in New York: https://archive.org/details/lp_sound-patterns_no-artist

Photo credit: https://www.historylink.org/Content/Media/Photos/Large/seattle-city-light-linemen-on-alaskan-way-1952.jpg

Crossed Lines

L'âme Du Vagabond

Mind Over Matter

Zombi Girl

Matt James   Zombi Girl   Feat beat Guitar

Days

took shelter/  til over/quite an adventure.

We Made It Through That Storm Last Night

the words I speak

Demo
Rytm+Digitone+Mother32+SE02+Micron+Frame Drum+Broken Guitar

Not a Kid Anymore

Searching For The Spark

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