That's a very clear and well produced song!

Wow, interesting song. I can really imagine a cat looking for something. Great edition, it serves to me for inspiration. I would love to know which program you are using.

why am i imagining a cats POV of running around

So, was it?????!! I wanna know!!! A lovely prod, very well done ! <3

Checkout the music video: odysee.com/@svensebastianhorner:5/composition-nr-11:5

Available on all platforms: gate.fm/6DC9obUIV

Oh, again
loneliness is killing me
I don't know
how to escape from here

my heart, please
don't get cold
stay with me while
love's on hold

tell me
what to do
I'm lonely
give me anything
to ease my suffering

Oh, again
I wish I had a friend
but emptiness
drags me down again

There's so much
I could give
but nobody needs it
nobody cares

tell me
what to do
I'm lonely
give me anything
to ease my suffering

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Acoustic guitar
Acoustic bass
Electric guitar
Vocals & Lyrics
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Picture by pexels.com/@cottonbro/

music video

Loneliness (Composition No. 11)

expansive, melodic instrumental feat. piano  & guitars

uplift

An energetic young cat curiously searches for entertainment, while trying not to be detected by his foes.  He carefully & quietly searches for something small and furry to chase.

This is an instrumental folktronica song which incorporates hip-hop rhythms fused with acoustic guitar backed and by bold synths.  A touch of dark eeriness lends it nicely as a Fall / Halloween song.

Was It A Cat I Saw?

Uncharted

“Soul Hunt” is one of the most direct and visceral tracks on the album — a relentless vision of unseen warfare, where human souls are the prize in an eternal struggle between forces far greater than ourselves. Based on one of my oldest lyrics ever written, the song captures a world drenched in fear and metaphysical violence. Peace is yearned for but never found.

The verses paint a bleak picture: “It’s all over” declares one line; “Bloodstained icons weep in woe” ends another. These aren’t just poetic images — they’re cries from a world where fragile human lives are tossed into a cosmic battleground beyond comprehension. The music echoes this turmoil with razor-sharp, old-school thrash metal riffing, driving the message home with unrelenting force.

At its heart, “Soul Hunt” forms the eschatological core of the album — a dark framework where the sacred collides with the violent. The Latin chorus, “Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna” (“Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death”), taken from the Roman Catholic Office of the Dead, becomes more than a liturgical chant. It’s a desperate plea for endurance, for grace, for something to hold onto in the face of annihilation.

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SOUL HUNT

A star fell blazing, torn from the sky,
Ghostfire flickers, years burn dry.
Lunatic echoes are tearing the spheres,
Behind steel gates, the enemy appears.

He winks at me with a hollow stare –
A pupil-less gaze, a frozen glare.
"Come with me," he speaks to me, "behold!
We'll walk in the void like the gods of the old!"

Bell tolls crash on the lead-gray land,
The last fires go out, lost in the sand.
It’s all over – we fade in the tide, 
abandoned island, fortress denied.

Life’s breath is stolen, I drink from the still,
degusting the wine that the ages spill.
Spare me, O Lord, from the hunter’s chase,
Grant me, O Father, a night of grace!

Libera me Domine
de morte eterna! 
(Deliver me, O Lord, 
from eternal death)

The forest echoes from the hunting cries,
Dark shadows creep where the lost souls lie.
A soul hunt is raging deep down below,
bloodstained icons weep in woe.

Horror Sacri

Soul Hunt

Just some twitter musings on the present lawlessness in general.

Lyrics:

A journo was making a rather wooden take
That our very cultural survival was at stake
Reciting cliches, chapter and verse
And the state of his cause got progressively worse
As i passively catalogued his obvious failings

As i witnessed his histrionic railing
I admired his persistence 
Tearing on the weenies
Burying the gawking grifters
And telling those randy stoats to get wrecked
And extolling in all parts the liminal grace of 
The champions of full-gilled bravado
And forthright deportment
And bewailing the existence of
Beanie wearing peacoat-bedecked hipsters
Walking around carrying artisanal baked goods
And oat milk cortados in broad daylight in Portland

But the reality of course was rather more dire
Notably an individual in lingerie
Covered in sores stomping a windshield 
And generally ruining some hapless driver's day
Before attempting to light a man on fire
The nearby police 
Bereft of civic desire
Watched for a moment
Before calmly walking away

Banalities Of The Peacoat-Bedecked

Mid tempo rock song written, played, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions.
John H - vocals, guitars
(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territotries



Little White Lies

Little White Lies - John Hardman

Lost in Breakup

Unfiltered, loud, and gloriously immature — “Eat Shit” is everything you love about punk rock packed into one explosive track.
Catchy hooks, crunchy guitars, and that perfect “we-don’t-care” energy. Turn it up, shout it out, and piss off your neighbors.

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Lyrics -

Eat shit, eat shit

Fake friends smiling, knives in their hands
Stab you in the back, they’ll never understand
You play your games, you think you’re slick
I got two words for you real quick

Eat shit, I’m not your friend
Eat shit, don’t play pretend
Eat shit, this is our song
Sing it loud, scream along

Eat shit forever, sing it with pride
We’re punk as hell till the day we die

Thought you could break me, thought I’d fall
I stand my ground, I don’t give a call
Laugh in your face, watch me resist
I got one more line for you, just like this

Eat shit, back off now
Eat shit, take a bow
Eat shit, we run this town
Scream it loud, shake the ground

No rules, no chains, we make our own way
Kick the system, burn the cliché
Eat shit, we won’t comply
Eat shit, we reach the sky

Sing it loud, this is mine!!!

Eat Shit

Pet Sematary (RAMONES COVER)

An intense and atmospheric instrumental dive where silence weighs as heavily as sound. Each layer breathes tension and reflection — a journey into the beautiful discomfort of emptiness.
"The Stifling Nothing" is NASP's 5th single of 2025
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The Stifling Nothing

Roger is a musician, producer & composer living in West Michigan.

He self-produces original acoustic & electronic compositions which range from ambient and IDM to classical.  His influences span far and wide through traditional blues and jazz to more modern house and techno beats.  More often than not, his music has just a touch of beautiful sadness.

His music is perfect for soundtracks, video games & other sync projects.  Contact him for more details.

Was It A Cat I Saw?

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