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LUCHAS BINARIAS

The dilemma lies in this: if sustainable modes of thinking and living can ultimately be overrun by destructive ones, can they truly be called sustainable? Perhaps they were merely appealing notions—unrealized promises, fragile dreams, and hopeful ideals—that endured only until the everloving fuck of greed and the thirst for power turned their gaze upon them. (This is not a quote, I just wrote this to be the description of this track.)

Music for bananas - Overrun

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

Thracian Myth - Θρακικός Μύθος

green moon

The words are from a poem that my grandad composed just before he was killed in action in world war 2. This poem was about my mum and my family didn't know the existence of this poem only until my mum passed away 6 months ago. The lie low in the photo he used to escape from Dunkirk and there is the only photo of my mum "baby blue" and her beloved farther. 

Coz your my baby blue,

Cyclothymia

Soft Glitch Version. This version stumbles where the original tried to glide. It’s slower, more fragile, a gentleman’s walk through emotional static. The track explores the tension between presence and detachment, between the desire to act without judgment and the reality of constant failure.
Glitches become gestures. Loops become longing.
It’s not about escaping emotion. it’s about making space beside it, even when that space flickers.
A soft departure, still — but now with broken shoes and a trembling compass.

Soft Glitch

A journey to Berlin in 1985, when the city was still surrounded by the GDR, was an unforgettable experience. In the track you can hear the moment we reached Berlin, driving along the AVUS, where suddenly the colors of life seemed to return after the grayness before. It feels good to know that this chapter of history came to an end in 1989 – and that today we are united again.

11x0 Arrived in Berlin

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