My first “ lofi a like” track. 

Love this genre, that lets you mind rest in relaxing soundscapes and repeating patterns.

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Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Bloom

Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by The Mysterious Decibel

When this castle crumbles
Toss me with the crumbs
When this castle crumbles
And the rumble drums
I'm jousting with a ghost
The other side of the toast
Now I don't mean to brag
And I don't mean to boast
But I'm Courtney love gone Julius Caesar 
Courtney Love how would you please her?
Would you bury it a few times
Marry  it a few times 
Bury it a few times only for the end of this to take a hit to the face and be buried underneath with no crimes 
Am I spilling my own blood on the right side of my own dime?

My feet are rising off the ground
Where am I going?
We are lost before we are found
When wounds are showing

Killing My Ghost

This piece was inspired by a trip to Salmon River in the Ghost Town of Hyder, Alaska with my son David in 2023.
Every year thousands of salmons migrate the River of their origin for spawning. The journey can take up to a year. After spawning  the salmons  protect their eggs until death which occurs after a few days for most of the salmons. For them the circle of life comes to an end here. For the bears they are food and so you are able watch both salmons and bears if you are lucky. The place is mystical,: the beginning of new life and death at the same place.

When I send a raw edition of this to Carl from ‚The Beautiful Dark‘, he agreed to work on it and wrote some gorgeous lyrics and a vocal line in no time. I am very happy about this collaboration with a great musician and a very nice guy. Hope you enjoy!

https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark

Salmons Heaven

Look! We have eggs.
In 3 months they hatch.
Feed off yolk-sac. Alevin need not beg
Eat several weeks, Let growth attach.

Curate now, fry, five to ten weeks
You're swimming. Silver. A fish so to speak.
Careful now, Downstream.. Predator meet!
Life Lives we made it. Dear Parr says we saved us
East now. Lets evade blood. Finger markings make stones of us.

Smolt. School! Strength in all yous!
Adjusting our bodies for salt water truths
Look silvery again
May an Ocean we know
Ocean as Adult
Now feed
Smolt feed grow

Hazards: Men, seals, whales
Eat, hide, sleep, repeat these days with tail
Above look dark
Viewed from below white future spark
Easy, you zipped 2000 miles plus, left no mark
Now, home time, take magnet of map. Follow the heart.

Spawning adult we sense that circle
Pure birth rivers to Salmon their temple
As rugged rapid ready redden our new
We dodged the bears. Natal stream for me and you
Now shake that tail. Fill our Redd
I'll fertilise. Let's protect till dead

Salmons Heaven

The Beautiful Dark Vocals + Lyrics
BeSinger Composition, Instruments, Back Vocals

Salmons Heaven (with The Beautiful Dark)

Political satire about... well, you'll find out soon ;-)

Here is the YOUTUBE video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp_hOP5B5dI

LYRICS

Hey there people, I’m back in town
And I’m still truly brilliant and deserve this crown
I took over from grandpa, which makes me real proud
I’m always saluted by the ever-largest crowd

It’s so sad that you all had to wait
We wasted four years. Is this a shit-hole state?
I’ll take care of the losers and make them all straight
It’s not an empty promise, all will be great

I’m gifted and will make an end to each war
I just deport the people, so they can fight no more
And my plans never have a glitch. Really?
I’ll develop that shore and will be rich

Accused of treason and a stupid attack
I wasn’t inside. So, what the heck?
But they shouldn’t have done that, I’ll get them all back 
The judges were smarter and enjoyed my cognac.

Thanks to the Lord who saved me
And the devoted folks who voted for me
They follow me blindly, no matter the scandal
But don’t let them know that I don’t read the Bible

With force I’ll expand this beautiful land
No matter the color, I take blue and green land
It’s the owner that I will switch
A cross with my sharpie and I’ll be rich

Criminal intruders are eating our pets
They secretly job without paying tax
They’re doing my dishes and may mow my lawn 
But I don’t like their faces, so I’ll send them home

Women always get what they need
I grab them by their pussy and may kiss their feet
I used to be horny, but that’s years ago 
And don’t mention Stormy, she took all my dough

And then, I had this amazing plan
I decided to hire rocket man
And I will send him out to space
When he’s done cleaning up that governmental workplace
 
Remember how my first term was paradise
Of course, I volunteered for the Nobel price
And I will never go to jail
Instead I’ll stay, forever, on the Hill

And no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest head of state
no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest, for the greatest, for the greatest head of state

Frankly, I’m not surprised at all.

Back In Town

4-5-25

Photo: moon from front porch 7:15pm 4-8-25

Recorded at Old Man Yells at Cloud Studios 
Coldheart: rhythm guitar and vocals
Casio CTK-611: everything else 
91 Bluegrass 120 bpm
Key of G

new day coming 

There’s a new day coming 
It’s been following you 
There’s a new day coming 
It’s been following you

Ready 
Steady 
Go
Like freshly fallen snow

There’s a new day coming 
It’s been waiting for you
There’s a new day coming 
It’s been waiting for you 

Ready 
Steady 
Go
Every footprint yer own

There’s a new day coming 
It’s been following you
There’s a new day coming 
It’s been waiting fer you

new day coming

F-Burning Library

This is an original song I recorded some years ago that describes the transition when seeing your son come of age as you (the parent) has to let go and adjust to a changed role in his life. Some regrets occur, thinking that the time to do certain things with your child has come and gone, perhaps you could/should have done more.
This was recorded back when I wrote it, so my recording techniques were not very advanced and I lost the master, left with just an MP3. I want to thank Nat Daniels and her production skills for helping make the most of improving the sound, although there was only limited opportunity to undo all its flaws. She also added some lovely piano parts to help replace many of my original xylophone parts which had faded considerably. Despite the rough quality, I hope the sentiment conveys. (note: Neddu was a nickname my son was given during his infancy which should help explain the lyrics)

All music written and performed by Craig Durgy
Additional production rework and piano overdubs by Nat Daniels
©2025 Craig Durgy / Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:  Written by Craig Durgy
You won’t need me as you walk out that door
These eighteen years were what a father’s for
But change is not an ending
You know that I’ll be sending my love

Can’t help but feel regrets, a childhood's gone
Lost chances sometimes hit as you move on
I guess that it’s just me though, 
It was just meant to be, so go
And I’ll watch Neddu grow

I still can see you, coming in this world
Red, blue and green, you cried, your flag unfurled
We played, explored together, 
And Mom how you upset her so
Just watching Neddu grow

That day you ran out in the pouring rain
And dashed head first to surf those flooded drains
The raging storm soon hid you
I wondered Ned where did you go

And still a glimpse of all our backyard games
Now all your friends converge, just not the same
I stand here washing dishes, a man here watching wishes blow
Away as Neddu grows

I still can see you, coming in this world
Red, blue and green, you cried, your flag unfurled
We played, explored together, 
And Mom how you upset her so
Just watching Neddu grow

Watching My Son Grow

Gammal, avverkad och ointressant. 579 ( 1983 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

The second last track of the EP 'Living A Broken Dream', it's hyper emotional and engaging and will SURELY blow your mind! It combines melody with odd time signatures, making it even more unique

LIVING A BROKEN DREAM

The sound of craving something so bad it rots you from the inside out.

I miss you more than I want to die.
And I hate you for making me choose between the two.

LIVING A BROKEN DREAM

Saint of Angst