
Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.

Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.

After some broken sleep I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.

I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.

Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.

Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold. 

These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.

These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.

Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you. 

Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...

...Wasted words I can only share, 
with the power flowing through your golden hair.

These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.

The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.

Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night. 
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.


Ghostman of the Night

Just your enthusiastic music lover who loves making instrumental pieces of music for a hobby with his guitar and other handy instruments....Peace and Love!

Follow Willy in Spotify and Youtube Music.
I am 54,  and in between years started to record songs that I wrote when I was 15. I am a drummer, and I composed by acoustic guitar but never went to learn other instrument except drums. I just let flow away the muses. Thank you for your comments,  always make me grow. I really and deeply appreciate them. Thank you for your support. Love you all.

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I will soon be without distribution and  have only rarities left on Soundcloud. I'm transitioning to be a Bandcamp exclusive artist for my next album (if I choose to release it).
Previously distributed Sönderrevet albums will be available on Bandcamp only, where you can actually support artists and not murder drones etc. 

Indie rock, post-punk. Backed by high energy strums, synth leads and earworm guitar hooks.

Debut "Songs That Wouldn't Die" was released in October 2021 and created during the pandemic lockdown in Oslo.

Sophomore album "Chapters Missing" was released on the 5th of January, 2024.

All songs are written, recorded, mixed & mastered by Jan aka Sönderrevet.

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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Attention Earthlings! The 47's music will not be available on Soundcloud. If you liked the style then come join us on Spotify! Pandora! Youtube! Tik Tok! Apple music! Amazon music! and many more... links are below...

  The 47... A punk rock band from Planet X. 
 Accidentally crashed a spaceship on earth in the United States and have been living among us... Secretly planning their World domination by being the most epic rock band in the Milky Way Galaxy... Combining all genres of sound from space, time, dimensions, past, present, and future... 

Earth's music providers assimilated...
The 47 album has landed, will Planet Earth survive?
               
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Darkwave is my experimental music project built on the backbone of old-school metal riffs, with an outlook to a wide variety of musical scenes. Despite its intimate connections with progressive – and even thrash – metal, the musical dynamics I try to accomplish in Darkwave often deviates from the classical concept of the genre (e.g. the catching tempo generated by tight rhythmicity), and incorporates elements with significantly different tonal and emotional characteristics, ranging from thrash, power, doom or symphonic metal themes to electronic, classical or even jazz elements.

Such a diverse mixture of different styles is seldom intentional, but rather a mixture of instinctual and intentional elements reflecting the character of the composer and the impact of influences shaping the songwriting process. Balancing on the razor-sharp edge between these domains of human consciousness, I think it’s always revealing to indentify the composer’s primary influences to understand the core philosophy behind the final product. Despite their essential innervation with thrash metal, my main influences come from somewhere far beyond, from the distant realms of hard rock, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), and – in certain extent – from classical (or even gregorian) music. I see it as some kind of an evolutionary process: first it was the intensity, then the complexity of the music that grabbed my attention and put a significant emphasis on my way of looking at all things music. Regarding the metal frontrunners, the complexity of the Shermann-Denner duo’s guitarwork as well as the dark, monumental, epic atmosphere of Tony Iommi‘s musical skyscrapers clearly shaped my personal attitude to music. Still, the artistic genius of the late Jon Lord (who aimed at building bridges between “old” and “new”, traditional and modern) was that characteristical influence that put its almost deterministic mark on my musical taste and creations. I started to listen to bands that somehow unite various territories of the world of music: it felt amazing to listen to Mekong Delta’s Suite for Group and Orchestra or the jazz-metal fusions by Atheist until the point that I could finally identify a third essential element besides intensity and complexity: the gloomy, epic, emotional (sometimes sad) and monumental atmosphere: something that I could find so often not only in music, but also in my favorite books and poems. And this is that exact point, where the intentional and instinctual motifs become somewhat indistinguishable from each other, and form a distinct entity of thoughts, feelings, desires and aims that might be characterized as my personal attitude to music, art – and in general, life.

It’s not that hard to grip the essence of that attitude. I tend to agree with G. K. Chesterton‘s paradoxical jeremiad from 1905 on the loss of universals (“…we are more and more to discuss details in art, politics, literature… Everything matters — except everything.“) and accept that it’s always the core philosophy behind art (or “everything“…) that we must understand, if we ever want to grab the creator’s personality that is mirrored in the final product. The secondary details in composition, performance or production are merely consequences of this primary attitude or basic approach behind the creative process. My primary aim with Darkwave has always been (and will ever be) nothing else but to formulate, express and transmit feelings and thoughts without words, while constantly realizing that there exists nothing more suitable to facilitate this communication between human souls than music itself.

“When words fail, music speaks.”

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Ghostman of the Night

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