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

Newfangled Hotel Ambience 8: 3:20 am

An old one from the 90s, the vocals are embedded unfortunately....

Orbiting Freakshow Orchestra

Where Angels Sing (1999)

Sadness and Sorrow

Asylum

Old Timer's Eulogy

One of Nature's sweetest fragrances, rain-washed air.  What a delight and honor to join Dan-DT, Clara, and Seagull in making this fragrant aural experience, and my maiden voyage into Dan's lovely genre of French Fantasy more of which can be heard @dan-t-3.  Seagull's lovely music can be heard here @farout-music-studio.

After The Rain  (Dan-DT, Clara, David, and Seagull)

i tried to write a love song and this is what i ended up with.......close enough......thanks for having a listen

@rick-4-1 - The Mighty Coventry Clutch Kit
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Ska M6 Suspension Stuff

JUST AN INSTINCT

Grew up in the same street
Bound to meet
Kicking cans together
Laughed forever
Went to the same school
Shared some thoughts about life
Growing up was fun and games
Or so we thought

We bought our cars
We went to bars
Laid on the beach 
Life unfurled
Sitting in the park
Watching cricket
'Till it was dark
Then barbecues 
And lemon fools

And when the going got tough, 
You hung on for your life, 
But was it just an instinct?
I don’t think you’d thought it through
I don’t think you wanted to…

And when the going got tough, 
You hung on for your life, 
But was it just an instinct? 
I don’t think you wanted to…
I don’t think you’d thought it through

Then we went to Uni
Kept in touch
Went to gigs
We told the wildest stories
Laughed the hardest laughs
Danced the hardest dances
Trekked the highest paths
Got totally lost
Totally lost

Then I got married
Had two children
Got divorced
Moved away from here
Everybody moves
I’m on my own
With my mobile phone
Looking for clues
Looking for you

And when the going got tough, 
I hung on for dear life, 
But was it just an instinct?
I don’t think I’d thought it through
I don’t think I wanted to…
I don’t think I’ll fall in love… 
Again...
Lah-di-dah-di-dah
Again!
Lah-di-dah-di-dah

© Phil McWalter May 2022

Just An Instinct

Time slips away.

Curtain Call

One Kool Kustamr

Check out Angel on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/y1HZlNJ50Nj4eUHnp7


The Things That Are So Hard to Remember

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