This song is based on a "Pastime with Good Company", written by the king Henry VIII over 500 years ago. It comes from a short podcast episode exploring where the song comes from, what it meant originally, and why it still matters.

🎧 Full story & episode:
https://pod.link/1868331429/episode/YmViODRmZmMtZTRkNC00ZjQzLWFlMmQtNzJiM2QwMDY4ZTBi

📝 Written version:
https://songsfromthedead.substack.com/p/ep-6-pastime-with-good-company-when

New episodes weekly.

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Past time with good company
I love and shall until I die
Grudge who will, but none deny
So God be pleased, thus live will I

For my pastance
Joust, song, and wine
My heart is set
All lawful sport
To pass the time
Who hinders yet?

A king must keep some merriment
Or silence turns to blame
With cheers and games and spectacle
He keeps his doubts unnamed

For idleness
Wears velvet robes
And crowns itself
Who dares to claim
That work and want
Outshine its wealth?

Good company speaks earnestly
Around a loaded board
They praise restraint and virtue loud
While taking more than scored

The best seem right
The worst seem small
From where we stand
Choose virtue when
It costs us nothing
To command

The crown comes off
the chair remains
The habit stays in place
No throne is needed 
to look away
When comfort sets the pace

Now every screen’s a tournament
Each voice a lordly tone
They kill the hours, call it taste
And name the boredom "grown"

For idleness
Still finds its friends
In borrowed ease
We sing, we play
We pass the cost
To those we never see

King's Pastime (Story & History in Description)

This song is based on  "El Cóndor Pasa" ("The Condor Passes"), written by Daniel Alomía Robles in 1913. The original music was instrumental. Perhaps the most well-known lyrical version is "El Cóndor Pasa (If I Could)" by Simon & Garfunkel (1970). Our version has new lyrics and comes from a short podcast episode exploring where the song comes from, what it meant originally, and why it still matters.

🎧 Full story & episode on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2wxq5aSvireEmatedw8BBP?si=VomG9P8GQk-zgljtTYMa7A
or on other platforms:
https://pod.link/1868331429/episode/MTkxNzJlMTAtN2M0MC00MzczLTgxMGItZDMzNGYyNDU2OGZj

📝 Written version:
https://songsfromthedead.substack.com/p/ep-12-el-condor-pasa-the-sound-of

New episodes weekly.

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I’m thirty thousand feet above the ground
Yes, I am  
Here I am  
I really am

The wingtip writes “goodnight” across the sky  
Yes, it does  
As it does  
It always does

Away, I watch the lights all fall away  
Like quiet goodbye, then they’re gone  
A girl gets lifted from the ground  
She gives the night its aching sound  
That aching sound

They call my seat number like it means nothing
It's 14A  
Yes, 14A
It's always 14A

I press my forehead to the window’s cold  
Yes, I do  
Here I do  
I always do

Away, the cabin hums a steady prayer  
And I breathe to not come apart  
My hands are full of harmless things  
A pass, a pen, a set of wings  
That aren’t my wings

I keep one tiny word of you I didn’t say  
Yes, I do  
Still I do  
I always do

My phone is warm with words I didn’t send  
Yes, it is  
Here it is  
It always is

Away, the clouds are clean as bandages  
And I’m not clean inside  
I can’t tell if I’m being brave  
Or just too tired to be saved  
To be saved

I don’t know if this is work or if it’s loss  
Yes, I don’t  
No, I don’t  
I really don’t

I only know I miss you more than air  
Yes, I do  
God, I do  
I really do

Away, the sunrise finds the edge of wing  
And turns the metal into gold  
And for a moment I can see  
A life that isn’t leaving me  
Isn’t leaving me

If you still want me, I can turn around  
Yes, I can  
If I can  
I swear I can

And if you don’t, I’ll learn to land somehow  
Yes, I will  
I still will  
I always will

Away, I hold one thread of light in my fist  
Like a map back through the storm  
No matter where this flight has been  
I can still come home again  
Come home again

14A (based on "El Cóndor Pasa", Story & History in Description)

All music written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Tobias Wolf @ Wolf's Den Studios.

Our Names

The Way To Heaven

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS, SYNTHS & STRINGS

GLOW YOUR LIGHT

Wasn´t born with a silver spoon
Wasn´t loved and didn´t get fooled
My dreams are my ship
For my trip on this world
Cutting waves of indifference
Hoping love will unzip

Don´t try to fly and get high
‘cause all you´ll learn is how to sigh
There´s no fun forgetting who you are
What´s the purpose of turning dum
Don´t cast aside your dreams
As you smile in vain

You´ve been crying while others smile
Watching as you kill your dreams
But the wrath of love succeeds
And your ship will cut the waves 
Of their hatred
As you sail to the port of joy

It´s your turn to smile now
Your wisdom will show you how
Don´t be shy and glow your light
Only then you´ll be right
And you´ll be ready to fight
To fight. To fight, to fight

Wasn´t born with the silver spoon
Wasn´t love and didn´t feel doomed
Don´t be shy and glow your light
Only then you´ll be right!


GLOW YOUR LIGHT

The Fans Applauded is a powerful storytelling ballad about the fear that can grip an artist the moment before stepping on stage — the racing heart, the doubt, the overwhelming thought that everything might fall apart.

But sometimes the people we think we have to impress are the very ones who lift us up.

This song captures the moment when fear meets encouragement. When the audience begins to sing along, applaud, and remind the performer that they are not alone. What begins as panic transforms into courage, strength, and connection.

At its heart, The Fans Applauded is about the bond between an artist and the people who believe in them — the fans whose support turns fear into confidence and silence into music.

Written and performed by Exzenya.

The Fans Applauded

Losing It

At 155.9 BPM in the key of G, "Blood Remembers" channels ancestral memory through layers of hypnotic guitar work and atmospheric production. The track builds from introspective verses into a powerful chorus that examines the tension between inherited identity and modern transformation. Lyrically, it explores themes of genetic memory and cultural continuity through the lens of historical consciousness.

Musically, this represents Hallucinophonics at their most focused—combining the spacious arrangements of classic prog with contemporary psychedelic textures. The production emphasizes dynamic range and stereo field depth, creating space for each instrumental element to breathe while maintaining the driving energy that propels the composition forward. Influences from Pink Floyd's conceptual approach and Porcupine Tree's atmospheric precision are evident throughout.

Stream and download "Blood Remembers" across all platforms: https://too.fm/rlj7pno. Follow Hallucinophonics for more releases that explore the intersection of consciousness and sound.

Blood Remembers

Crank the engine and hit the open road. “Blacktop and Burnt Rubber” is a hard-driving slice of Americana blues rock built for long highways, loud engines, and late-night miles.

Fueled by gritty guitars, pounding drums, and a bassline that rumbles like a V8 under the hood, this track captures the raw spirit of road-trip rebellion. It’s the sound of tyres screaming on hot asphalt, neon lights flashing past the windshield, and the freedom of nowhere left to be but forward.

If you like your blues rock loud, dusty, and built for the highway, buckle up — this one was made for driving fast and turning the speakers up.

Start the car.
Roll the windows down.
Let the road take you.

Six Days and A Single Dime

Blacktop and Burnt Rubber

AMUSE THE Muse (Prod. Majesty)

Unfortunately  my wife of 45 years has mid-stage dementia. This track comments on the difficulties and determination we both require to cope with this horrible disease.

Every Small Step Along the Way

We have stumbled 
On our way
Single day
By single day
Challenges we had to face
But we faced them all

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

Fewer things which you can do
Independence wanes for you
Signs and lists to print the way
Cross one thing off
Then another
Then two

Tiny wins
But they all are helping you

Tiny wins
But they all are helping you

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

Every small step along the way
Counteracts the slow decay
We’re stumbling together, one day at a time
And you’re still mine

We never wake up to a perfect day
We build it slowly
Savour happy times
If we only move an inch today
It means so much in every way

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

Every small step along the way
Counteracts the slow decay
We’re stumbling together, one day at a time
And you’re still mine

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

We never wake up to a perfect day
We build it slowly
Savour happy times
If we only move an inch today
It means so much in every way

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

Every small step along the way
Counteracts the slow decay
We’re stumbling together, one day at a time
And you’re still mine

Every small step along the way
Reminds me of our yesterdays
When your mind was busy and bright
So bright

The Way To Heaven

Sergio Guarneri