Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Second Hand Man

Experience the eclectic blend of jazz genres in the latest track. From smooth jazz to bebop and fusion, immerse yourself in a captivating fusion of styles.

Floomara Swaylix Duo

This song Began as a very Nice progressive/swing  tune titled "A Mood of Two" created by the Furico music Team and one of my favorites of theirs, several years ago-- Teth Sin (Mick) decided to do a collab/remix and asked me to supply some lyrics--i had some in the can from a song Called "Beloved Sisters of the storm" 
So Mick Masterfully put this Beautiful Progessive Swing tune together with all of us and honored me by naming it after lyrics in the Song--and has graciously allowed me to release it on my Page though It got major play, just in case you missed this brilliant tune, here it is--Cheers:)

lyrics

i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

The Mighty Himalayas-with Teth Sin & The Furico Music Team

at sunset
autumn video:
https://youtu.be/H6hEqQ_hQxs

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Visorula Papaliva

We will withstand!

Owedy dowe_02

Nap Mix - Variations on a Dream

2025-03-18

rays of light

Produced by Accent Noir for Accent Noir Music 2025

Mixing and Mastering by Accent Noir 2025

I Don't Know How To Waltz

Curly Compositions from a German Composer.

We will withstand!

Robert Knote