Name: INTO THE VOID by Saint of Angst
Duration: 4 min 14 s
Description: The last track of the EP 'Living A Broken Dream', it's my first song I've ever written on a 7 string guitar! It has a big contrast with clean ballad and some fierce heavy chorus. You certainly wouldn't want to miss out on it!

Your 7-stringer soars, man.  Great vocals as well.

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Метель

Dolbania - Метель

I rediscovered my electric piano; made some layers of instruments...on a beat...
The lyrics are the poem "We Wear the Mask"  from Paul Laurence Dunbar).
The cover-art is made by Carlotta.

Lyrics/poem
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise
We wear the mask!

We wear the mask  (poem Paul Laurence Dunbar)

The last track of the EP 'Living A Broken Dream', it's my first song I've ever written on a 7 string guitar! It has a big contrast with clean ballad and some fierce heavy chorus. You certainly wouldn't want to miss out on it!

INTO THE VOID

feeling ok

Rainbow - I surrender (cover) collab with wanizoo: guitar

A satrical look at starving artists (Note: I'm married to one).  Influenced by the songs of Mose Alison and Terry Allen. The cover art is AI with the prompt "bad art in a museum." Maybe AI has a sense of humor?

Lyrics:
Tiki torches up on the wall
A Polynesian restaurant
At the end of the hall
Upstairs
They set up a gallery wall
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

She's been dreaming of
A grant from the Walmart Foundation for the Arts
For her electrified
Polka dotted
Mannequin parts

He's been spreading genius around
All the other artists they just sit and scowl
But you can't buy his work at Sotherby's
Look for him in the parking lot of KFC

I am surrounded by
Amateur David Hockneys
I'm in cubist hell
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

The 'MacArthur Genius Award'
They don't want to call me back
No one is to blame
Someone bought my work
But they don't want the painting
They just want the frame

Organic vegetables in a stall
At a Farmer's Market
At the mall
 I have my table set up
With my hot  🔥  avant-garde
Don't you know that I'm the vanguard?

I've got my genius on display
I've got my beret
Because I'm a genius
Let's keep that between us
The cut-throat world of low-budget art
The cut-throat world of
Low budget art

The Cut-Throat World Of Low Budget Art

Hey…. Glad you dropped by. This is a simple, fun banjo song, with an instrumental break that has some mandolin, recorder, homemade percussion, and guitar-bass. It also has some vocal shenanigans. The song is about my time in graduate school, 40 years ago, when I lived off campus in a harmonious hippie house. I lived in the attic with my wife, and there were 4-6 roommates downstairs at any one time. We were all university students, peace loving, free-thinking, socio-environmentally conscious free spirits who became a family of sorts. There were potlucks, guitar jams, gardening, all sorts of ecological endeavors, helping our neighbors out, sharing meals, peace protests, shows and concerts and of course, studying for our classes, among other things. It was a time that helped shape who we would become. There was Joan, who became a professional wildlife photographer, Jack, an environmental engineer, Tim, a social worker, who built a farmhouse and had a large family with the love of his life. Andrea, a founder/owner of a community composting and recycling business, Delilah, an ecological research scientist and me, a laid back science teacher. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and now we are all old people. A lot of that lifestyle, ideology and sense of peace and freedom has stuck with me to this day. Hope you like the song. Mark

Our Harmonious Hippie House

Jack

This is pure, unadulterated arena rock—a high-octane anthem built for chaos and a good time. It’s a track that grabs you by the collar from the first guitar squeal and doesn't let go until the last drum smash.

The song kicks in with a hard-hitting drum stomp and a dirty, overdriven riff that bleeds pure swagger. The male vocals are raw and raspy, carrying a rebellious attitude that matches the "live fast, set the world on fire" vibe. The verse builds with a sleazy, blues-driven groove, leading straight into an explosive chorus that is pure rock 'n' roll chant. This is a song made for stadiums, with crowd shouts and a hook designed for a sea of raised fists.

The track reaches its peak with an insane, shredding guitar solo full of tapping and screaming bends, adding a final layer of glorious, wild chaos. "Burn The Night" is an unapologetic, swagger-driven anthem that promises no retreat. It’s the soundtrack to a night of wild fun and rebellion, proving that rock 'n' roll’s got hungry teeth.

Burn the Night

New version of my  original The Four Horsemen

INTO THE VOID

Saint of Angst

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