Verse1 
What is life: one loses, another wins
And you immerse yourself in an ocean of sins

Verse 2
Now you've lost this game and are in despair.
And here and there, temptations are just in the air.

Chorus:
So you want to get some relaxation
And now you're  captivated by temptations
Forgetting everything, you begin to sin,
Breaking all the righteous ways now
No more variations in this situation
Lost your soul with no way to go.

Verse 3
You chase the light but still fall into the night
But something deep inside still yearns to find the light

Chorus:
Lost in the excess of sensual pleasure
Where there is no limit and no measure
You sell your soul for gold
But all you get is cold
Illusions shimmer, then fade somehow
And no destination in this revelation
Trapped inside with nowhere to go

Verse 4
It’s hard to see what’s real and what’s a disguise
But truth still lives beneath the surface of lies

Chorus 3:
I'm tired of being constantly deceived
But from the problems I have once received
And in this perception
Of naked truth and deception
We all just still live in this world.
So my life's conception
In this combination
Is that not all that glitters is gold.

Temptation

This is a collaboration with the very talented Epic Dreamery (Bruce). We completed this last year and posted it on Epic Dreamery's SC page, but I wanted to share it to own page too. It is a song I wish to share, and I hope you like it as much as I do!

Check out more from Bruce here: https://soundcloud.com/epicdreamery


I GOT MOXIE, BABY
Lyrics by Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production by Epic Dreamery 

 
I grew up in the projects, was just mom and me
Had three dead bolts on the door , but never much to eat

The world taught me too early, that life isn’t always fair
But I never stopped believing, I could build castles in the air
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

From cruel broken sidewalks, On the wrong side of town
I conquered attitudes and fears, that were holding me down

The day I turned eighteen, I kissed my mom goodbye
She knew I had to dream, And I knew I had to try
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie . . . baby . . .
For me there is no maybe

Well I Bought a one-way fare
On the poor man's limousine
On my way into the city, where muse’s dare to dream
I know it won’t be easy . . . but I’m ready and prepared
-SOLO- 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that roll right through me
Like an ocean rolls the tide, my moment will arrive
. . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

I Got Moxie, Baby

Another Musical Improvisational Conversation by my dear friend and Guitarist Tim Elliot and I.

Here we are 'Falling off' the 'One Mic, One Take ' cliff together.                                
And imho... we  Love how we landed.  ;)

We sure hope you'll enJoy it as well!

Tim is playing his Telecaster... and i am on my Kawai ES7 Stage Piano.

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2025
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2025

For More of our 'Shekinah Fire' releases... check out https://soundcloud.com/gary-courtland-miles/sets/shekinah-fire-w-tim-elliot

Photo: Diamond Dust Sky Eye
Image Credit & Copyright: Jaroslav Fous

Explanation: Why is there a huge eye in the sky? Diamond dust. That is an informal term for small ice crystals that form in the air and flitter to the ground. Because these crystals are geometrically shaped, they can together reflect light from the Sun or Moon to your eyes in a systematic way, causing huge halos and unusual arcs to appear. And sometimes, together the result can seem like a giant eye looking right back at you. In the featured image taken in the Ore Mountains of the Czech Republic last week, a bright Moon rising through ice fog-filled air resulted in many of these magnificent sky illusions to be visible simultaneously. Besides Moon dogs, tangent arcs, halos, and what's called a 'a parselenic circle', light pillars above distant lights are visible on the far left, while Jupiter and Mars can be found just inside the bottom of the 22-degree halo. "

Beyond Belief *  Anomon & Elliot

This is a cover of of a Rory Gallagher song of. his first Album. 
a beautiful song that  I always wanted to record. 

I Fall apart (Rory Gallagher Cover)

Still Think Positive / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
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Still Think Positive (Open Collab Offer)

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
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— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

The Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

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Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

Roots Machine

I want you super close

shipwrk'd ∞ comatose
day–dreamer,
night-timer party–crasher

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