Wonderful cinematic drum and bass. Marvellous!

A merging of classical and rock guitar with a live , throwback feel and a groove that will awaken most of the souls that exist within earshot of this bad assed collaboration with Mr. Jim Robinson and the Immortal Mark Combs from the David R Sparks original composition of "The Gathering". Couldnt Imagine this with out 2 of the m,ost talented and overlooked madmen in the indie  world.....oh...and then there s me, too..-Dave. (<-- me   ).

The Gathering ~ Sparks - Combs - Robinson

Close your eyes and let mind flow
I've used pianos as a tempo mark beat, slow motion music.

Novo Turno

AstralMind

Dance By The Water

I didn't intend a sad song, just a emotional touch in the music that this time should be more affordable. Usually my compositions are more experimental, this time is more predictable as she would had like it. Despite she was actually a very old person, after she left appears a blank and eventually a absence feeling.

Absence

Sonata n°1 for piano in G minor

See video: https://youtu.be/qifG-tN2sgY

Sonate n°1 pour piano en sol mineur

A long duet that looks like a mini-musical. //
Mai & Ninezero (Synthesizer V) : Vocals //
Arthelion : Piano, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Orchestra programming //
Lyrics : http://www.arthelion.com/index.php/en/music/11-music-en/115-the-journey-symphonic-rock

Angry

The Journey

The song is from a dream I had about Worf from Star Trek defending an orphan from drug addict assassins. He then participated in a time travel experiment, using a shuttle with a field of particles without positions in space to collide with its corresponding pair in the future, at high velocity at the periapsis of a highly elliptical orbit , thereby exerting a drag effect and pulling it into the future. Finally Worf turned out to be a shape shifter and united with his people in the great link.

I took this raw material and turned it into a song about a dude recruited from the past by an intergalactic drug cartel to defend its Messianic psychic prophecy child from being assassinated. This "messiah" would grow up to be the most formidable leader, defeating the rival cartels and conquering the galaxy to ultimately sell narcotics to billions of species. The dude ultimately was just a projection of her psyche; in other words her future self created this guy in the past to protect her in the future, and so he was just a dream, which implies we may all be dreams of someone else's psyche!

Lyrics 

On a tainted
 moon
I received a message from you
With a mission
For temporal transposition

[You said:
"Board your shuttle
And blaze a trail elliptical
Initialize the field
Collide with its entangled pair at periapsis
Creating a rupture
That can't be sealed
The time differential collapses 
Dragged forwards by the chain reaction]

Protect the vision
Contemplating sublime enigmas
Galactic fanatics wage narcotic wars
In the dark of night
We fried a would be assassin
Just a washed up junkie
Not sure this is right

On my arrival 
Sworn to defend the  precious cargo
From their cartel rivals
Whose ruin they would sow

She knows the lattice of time
Her glare illuminates that which I sublimate 
The voice of my own past self who I will become
And becomes me, travelling to the place where I received the sign
An instrument of her design
Manipulating the folds of destiny
To target the syndicate adversaries
Scorching their territories 
Conjuring chaos across the universe

I'm just a dream of someone else's psyche
I must return and link with the great unity

Tainted Moon

Nostalgia

BB60 A Cold Day In Jazz

when they first met they were just cellies
shared a secret phone so they could txt their rellies
the one guy was younger wanted hoops on the telly
but the older guy liked to watch arthur fonzerelli

he said, 1, 2, 3, 4
what you here for?
fuck your happy days

monday tuesday, 
wednesday, thursday
fuck your happy days

 the younger guy had real world money on the line
 the younger guy had commisary on the line
 
when they first met they were just cellies
shared a secret phone so they could txt their rellies
the one guy was younger wanted hoops on the telly
but the older guy liked to watch arthur fonzerelli

all the sons of daughters  
born with harmful disorders
please at least be orderly
while they're dissecting your quarters
in to eights save face
coz this'll shorten your courses
police got beef with the criminal forces
they say bitch, fuck your life
we're just doin our job
and meanwhile little _ gettin deep in the mob
poked and prod
tell him he's odd
we're gonna push that muthafucker
till he killin for god

he had a hardy boy vibe about him
dope astounding, different
a cut above the rest
like a one sixteenth
dressed sharp, from toe to teeth
with full arm shark tattoo sleeves
i thought i saw him for a thirty second
but it was one verse thirty two
there was nothing he could do
true criminal
resistin arrest
swingin with rights and lefts
intense
we're gonna push that muthafucker
till he killin for god

agree with your grievances
your more accurate that cesium
criminals do crime
and they do time for the premium
sitting in cells in their cerebral cerebellum
born with the harmful disorders
of a predetermined felon
_ drugs and robberies are hobbies
possessed by prescription
medication
outside of a retail situation
mr shark arms sold it
they rolled it
smoked it and broke it
police crept up unnoticed
oh shits
they did it

64 days
in a mad mans hell
they gonna push that muthafucka till he killin as well
they gonna push that muthafucka with the warrior way
give him a sporting chance, unless he can't play
and if he can't play
and he can't learn and he can't earn
then he's useless to us, let that dumb bitch burn
but i'm not that guy i ask
why?
what happened?
and with rappin can i
break that life's a bitch _ and then you die pattern?


when they first met they were just cellies
shared a secret phone so they could txt their rellies
the one guy was younger wanted hoops on the telly
but the older guy liked to watch arthur fonzerelli

he said, 1, 2, 3, 4
what you here for?
fuck your happy days

monday tuesday, 
wednesday, thursday
fuck your happy days

 the younger guy had real world money on the line
 the younger guy had commisary on the line
 
when they first met they were just cellies
shared a secret phone so they could txt their rellies
the one guy was younger wanted hoops on the telly
but the older guy liked to watch arthur fonzerelli

cellies (music. XRZST)

it's no big thing to make a PVC "Didgeridoo", Take a PVC pipe, approx. 130 cm long, diameter 40 mm, form a rim with beeswax as a mouthpiece ... finished. A jam on one of my pipes, complemented with a Danmoi, (vietnamese lip lute) and a flute improv on top ... Image by Satyaban Sahoo from Pixabay

BB60 A Cold Day In Jazz

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