P.O.E.T.

Serpentine

Song composed during an artist residency with the Fredericton Arts Alliance, 2021. Guitar music performed and composed by Bryan McDaniel. A song about the resiliency of the human spirit.

Glacial Melt

V1: Down by the Labrador
Icebergs, 10,000-year-old glacial giants
Snow white to deep aquamarine
Floating down the current to the warm gulf stream

Icebergs are edges of glaciers
Broken off and slipped into the ocean
90% below the surface of the sea
As deep and as hidden as a secret me

V2: Down by the Labrador
Icebergs, frozen giants, compressed snow and water
Crevasses a deep blue
and volcanic eruptions encased in ice cold.

Ocean currents hold me, waves forever blow me
As long as I am deep blue
Try to stop explosions, wind forever blowing
Ocean currents growing too.

V3: Far from the Labrador
Icebergs run aground and begin to start melting
Growlers by the shore
The water that is melting innocent and pure

I feel the force of currents,
my inner momentum
Ice bergs are unstable
but that’s not my story

Melting ice is stronger
Melting ice no longer
I become the ocean
By a warm gulf stream.

Glacial Melt

Waking Up To A Copper Sunrise 00:00
Bloom 04:08

Waking Up To A Copper Sunrise/Bloom

fred-naa_round.mp3

4 Star Commended Entry in the 2022 UK Songwriting Contest

Lord, help me make it, through every day,
Lord, help me find, a much better way,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
Lord, help me make it through each day

You guide us all through our path in life,
Through the rough and the smooth
The bliss and the strife,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
You guide us all through our path in life,

Floating like an angel, through the clouds in the sky,
So many questions with no need to wonder why

Lord, help me make it, through every day,
Lord, help me find, a much better way,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
Lord, help me make it through each day

Floating like an angel, through the clouds in the sky,
So many questions with no need to wonder why

Lord help me make it, through every day

Floating Like An Angel

Floating Like An Angel (Graham Williams)

Second track from the "Ancillary Justice" project. Breq: spaceship AI, dead soldier, seeker of justice etc.
All Rights Reserved 2022

Breq

Saturday night then becomes  the reality of Sunday morning with a life stuck on repeat…..

Fire Escape ~ Conscience of Kings

Dark Matter is all around us.....recent evidence indicates that the Perseus Galaxy cluster (pictured) is held together by the stuff! 
Dark Matter's gravity effects may be responsible for many unexplained mysteries....who knows?
Track details: 
Flute ensemble with dark clarinets.
Tenor sax bursts (left channel)
Alto sax improvisation (right)
Soprano sax ensemble.. fanfares and themes.
Amalgamated dance beats throughout. 


Dark Matter Invasion

FREEFORM

Out of the Box October 2022
Drift and dream….

En - Trance

I've always wanted to make cinematic stuff. so here.

FALLOUT

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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