  Vortex in a Bag,   Ron Parent, Scott LaForge , Mike Harding ...   I'd like to thank everyone who's listened to our crazy band...   This was the song that just took us  to our 10,000 th  plays ...

" I Am The Sun "    Vortex In A Bag

A man with a mission, like in the books you have read. (Lyrics below credits)

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass & Percussion: Graham Williams

Our story begins many years ago,
On a moonlit night with the street lamps aglow
Enter a stranger, a tall man indeed,
He emerged from the station, looking hungry and lean,
Some saw him heading for the central cafe,
And later at the cemetery kneeling down to pray,
He continued his journey as the rain started down,
Not taking shelter like some misguided clown,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He stopped only once to wring out his scarf,
Looking this way and that with a furtive glance,
Then in a phone booth he made a two minute call,
To whom, we must ponder the significance of it all,
He continued his journey and glanced at his watch,
The meaning was clear, no time to be lost,
So he quickened his pace looking up for a sign,
He was searching for something that can't be defined,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He was approaching the dark house when events took a turn,
The man had to stop, maybe some doubts had returned,
He checked in his pockets to see if it was there,
But before he could be certain a sound shook the air,
It was the dead of the night when he witnessed the crime,
Though he thought he was mistaken and had misread the signs,
He heard several voices from the pool room inside,
But the shot that he heard was obscured by the 9:09,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

A car headlight cast his shadow on a wall,
Though you couldn't see it then his face told it all,
There where signs he was weary and nearing his goal,
But alas there's no end to this story being told,
Where did he go on that miserable night?
Was he travelling with intent or running in flight?
All that we know is what we read the next day,
A man in his prime found dead on the highway,

He's no longer walking right down the road,
But his collar's turned up his face never shown,
All of the time he still stared but was dead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously,
They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously.

The Man With A Mission

The Man With A Mission (Graham Williams)

Gate To Paradise

"Vivre Libre" est le cinquième morceau de l'album "Back to Life" sorti le 24 novembre 2023.

Vivre Libre

I had a friend whose mechanical aptitude was nothing short of sublime 
And when it comes to the physical sciences, he was quite thoroughly versed 
Over drinks he informed me he’d built a device that could transport a person through time 
And he asked if I’d help him to test his invention by taking the risk to be first 

And of course, I agreed, I mean who wouldn’t jump at the chance to revisit the past 
To travel through time like explorers in history, way off the beaten path, way off 
Think of it, you could buy bitcoins for pennies, return with a fortune amassed 
Or you could save 6 million jews from the ovens by killing an infant named Adolph 

I got in the vehicle, strapped on a helmet and made sure that my seat belt was snug 
It smoked and it whirred and it made lots of noises and spun like a carnival ride 
My friend warned me he couldn’t gauge where’d I’d travel to due to a programming bug  
It crashed to the ground and I started inspecting myself to ensure I’d not died 

I opened the hatch and was greeted by hundreds of savages, scantily clad 
It was clearly apparent that one was the leader, I offered my hand, “how are you sir?”  
They raised up their spears in defense of their leader who asked “are you a god, good or bad?”  
I said “i am no god and I mean you no harm, I am a man from the future”.  

At first they seemed welcoming, happy to have me, they asked of the future enthused 
I told them we sit on a seat we call toilet, it carries our waste through a pipe  
That flows to a waste water treatment facility where it is cleaned and reused 
And rather than leaves we have rolls of soft paper we use when we’re done and we wipe 

I told them that we live in houses and don’t sweat in summer nor in winter shiver 
Our heat and light come from electrons, these particles floating that none of us see 
But they thought me a god making promises to them that now I would have to deliver 
And just then, their leader arose and was forcefully speaking directly to me: 

“We want the things you describe, you’re a god, there’s a way you can give us these isn’t there?”
I apologized to him, “I don’t have the knowledge I’d need to build these things for you”. 
But this explanation was not satisfactory, I was then taken as prisoner 
You will build us these lights and these toilets you speak of, we will keep you here until you do 

But I can’t invent electricity even a toilet to me seems complex 
How does the poo and pee move through the pipe for great distances, miles and miles?  
Instead of learning such things I spent all of my free time in bars hunting drunk girls for sex 
I’m just a monkey who pushes down buttons, flips switches, swipes right and turns dials 

So, If you’re given the chance to learn how the world works I suggest you perhaps do 
Don’t be like me and expend all your free time in drinking and other tomfoolery 
I don’t know their customs, I don’t hunt or fish, I’m a prisoner now they throw scraps to 
They’ve taken apart my time travel machine and wear some of the parts like it’s jewelry

TurtleFrogMan

A Modern Monkey In A Time Machine

RETORCIDO - banda de Mar del Plata años 92/94
integrada por:Fabian cachu Spaltro-bateria,Guillermo Cerato-guitarra,Pablo di Giovanni-bajo,Berni Villar-guitarra y Christian Lisotti-voz

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Recuerdos

In Ages

El viaje del rinoceronte hacia un nuevo hogar. Una historia contada con percusión profunda y atmósferas amplias. El tema evoluciona lentamente, como un caminar constante entre dunas y estrellas. El piano añade un tono melódico y aporta orden. Los coros evocan una sensación de paz interior.

Savannah

Nomad Spirit

01 Sierra Bella

"Silk & Synth" is an instrumental expedition mapping the geography of the soul. Hant Studio weaves together the organic warmth of traditional instruments—Handpans, Tablas, and Qanuns—with the cold, hypnotic precision of digital processing and deep sub-bass.

The Journey: The album is structured as a circadian loop, guiding the listener through four distinct states of consciousness:

☀️ The Flow (Day): Vibrant Indian fusion and organic house rhythms to awaken the mind.

im The Mirage (Twilight): Granular textures and warping realities as the sun sets.

🌑 The Void (Night): Dark Arabic ambient and ritualistic drones for deep introspection.

✨ The Return (Dawn): Epic orchestral fusion and crystal chimes signaling a new beginning.

Functional Use: Recorded at a heartbeat tempo (60-75 BPM), this album is an ideal companion for Deep Work, Yoga Flow, Meditation, or introspective travel.

Credits: Produced by Hant Studio. Genre: #EthnoChill #WorldBass #OrganicHouse #Psychill #Downtempo

Sitar Glitch

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted

Gate To Paradise

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚