Fantastic, ominous ambience. Wouldn't be out of place on an album like Solarized by Ian Brown.

This was a happy suprise! Sounds really cool

Lotus ((vv))

Can survive in a hostile environment.
Rarely opens itself to others.

"Lotus" was our main release from last year. This is a concept album about disease as a transformation agent. Musically, this is a psychedelic journey that covers Stoner, Far East, Cante Jondo, Freak Folk, European psychedelia and Krautrock.

You can get this EP on Bandcamp for less than the price of a coffee. All proceedings go to support other underground acts. 

https://sugaarpan.bandcamp.com/album/lotus-ep

Love.

Lotus EP

Wake of the Lotus

My desire to create a work conflicts with the feeling that "I should throw away the form and be free", so I can't form a complete picture of my songs. 
 At least I can't express the theme unless I am under the illusion that I am a genius. 
 Amekaze being a fool, Amekaze being honest, Amekaze pretending to be a genius.

Fool,Honesty and Genius?(247)

If Only Peace - Music by REKHA IYERN [Fe]

Instruments - Electric Guitars & Electronic Shruthi Box

Cover Art Design - Photo & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Music Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA


If Only Peace By REKHA IYERN [Fe] ShruthiMedNWithRev - M1 REKHA IYERN FE

Trailokya

If Only Peace

If Only Peace - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Electric 🎸& Shruthi | Meditation ROCK

Exploring the underworld, Izanagi searches for his wife Izanami…
This track is part of the project of my friend Hideo @soundsofthekosmos. It is an open invitation to collab by exploring japanese myths.

Yomi-no-kuni

Real-Wards&vocals/ Khan
Prod/Tot
 
lyric


I don’t believe what I can see
What is the real?
I believe what I feel impulse
What is the real?

Stop asking 
Your asking make a lot of questions
Stop asking
I’m thinking about my rainbow sky
Stop asking
You’re living just your stories
Stop asking
I’m living just my own story
I don’t believe what I can see
What is the real?
I believe what I feel impulse
What is the real?

Where do I go when I done my story?
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I go?

The Real   (Tot.Prod)

A collaboration with Brian Butts: Original composition, guitars, bass, percussion, keyboard, final master mix.
(Link in bio).

Cover Art from Pinterest: https://pin.it/3Pdi7xnbo

Bastacho: Alto Recorder.
Thank you for listening, enjoy from both!

Drifter

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

I know that we shared the girl
but I am not the boy that  you once knew
and if if you were in trouble
would I still look out for you

oooh ooh

and if if I was to live
throughout this whole life again
I yeah I have come to doubt
whether I would even call you friend

or would I just sit right there and rue  the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

and if if you were cold would I offer you my coat
and if say one day you were lost
would I show you where to go

or would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

I know things are strange
not the way they used to be
sometimes we all change

what Became of you and
what Became of you and
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me 


sometimes I like to remenisce
think back on all the places
where we used to go
Jukebox purple hearts and questions
but how the hell am I supposed to know

remember when we used to venture South
closing time and they're gonna throw us out
but we we just wanna stay
and re-live all our yesterday's today

or would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

 would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

I know things are strange
not the way they used to be
sometimes we all change

what Became of you and
what Became of you and
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me 



What Became Of You And Me

Lacrime

SK   Lacrime

... Easter with toothache, but now pain-free, thanks to antibiotics :-) ... so I can devote myself to somewhat morbid humour and use molars as scatter patterns :-D ... I hope this blues is not as bad as my tooth ! Anyway, the Electronic Wind Controller is useful for problems of this kind, you don't have to blow so hard ;-)

molar blues

A grand Collaborative Collison between WE Three-- Hats off to Jo and Mark and a blg thanks for lncludlng me, Such a TREAT to make and hear!! Cheers and thanks to all those that may peruse__

poem / copyright jo richter:

he had thrown shells
through bedroom windows
watched debris rain down
on strollers and dogs

his patriot self
got lost in the trenches
he watched himself die
survive and fight on

STAINED-GLASS PROPOSAL
RE-WATCHED ON A SMARTPHONE
MONOLITH LONGING
AS THE BATTERY DRAINS

she watched the news
frontlines too static
left to fetch water
thirsting for hope

she tried to comfort
a spark without flame
when little remains
you pick up what's left

A TOWNHOUSE WEDDING
FIVE DOZEN BRIDES
A DAY BEFORE LEAVING
A TENDER WHITE LIE

warfare has lingered
lining live ghosts
acting and watching
in camouflage clothes

PROMISED LAND

PANTOMIME RIOT

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