Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Hello to everyone!

Here in Soundcloud i publish dark and mysterious alternative rock and classical music that has been influenced by metal music. I am influenced by HIM, Nightwish and classical music. I have also published rap and electronic music. You can also find my songs from Youtube. Here’s link to my Youtube chanel: https://youtube.com/channel/UC3cM6ETf-CesfZn-3jmZ5wA.

Hopefully you will enjoy my music. 
Yours
The fallen archangel

Music from Austria - from
my soul to the world. 💙

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MP Grey writes the kind of songs that sit just left of the mainstream : thoughtful, melodic, and quietly powerful. Based in Germany, he’s a songwriter and producer whose story begins in the shadow of a divided Berlin. Classically trained in piano as a kid, he later found his way into rock bands, where he began writing songs of his own. A detour into economics followed, but the music never stopped.

Blending indie pop, alt rock, AC pop, synth-laced textures and hints of folk, his music explores everyday themes with an open heart, often carrying a hopeful mindset, a touch of melancholy, and a sincere belief in human connection. His ongoing collaboration with LA-based vocalist Rudiger brings these songs to life with a voice as distinct as the stories it tells.

In 2020, MP Grey released « Merged Time », a debut album collecting songs written across three decades. Since then, he's continued releasing a steady run of singles, earning recognition from global music blogs, airplay on independent radio, and a steadily growing audience around the world.

Music may not be his full-time job, but it’s a full-time passion. From writing to production to playing keys, every track comes together in his own studio, built with care and a love for the process. Experimental yet accessible, intimate yet cinematic, his catalogue is as broad as it is cohesive. And with each new release, he continues to shape songs that reflect real moments and the shared experiences that make us who we are.

Earth Patriot is a PhilAmerican who © plays #BcRich guitars on most tunes trough #Marshall Heads. I do grungy melodic Alternative Rock with mostly three different guitars, have a mixed ethnical background and come  from the north of europe where the light is rare. 

influenced by the second wave of western punkrock and grunge that flooded the networks in the 90ies.

There are some really good soundcloud-exclusive-bands to find out about on my playlists/compilations.

I especially want to recommend The Young Love Scene , Ian McIntosh , Brian Butts, Eternal Ballers  and the bawl slant . 

#DaysGoBy but the chords 
#hardly ever #change !

To interact, just leave a comment or send me a pm!

Cheers!

my favorite artists: @BillyTalent @NIRVANA @NadaSurf
#EarthPatriot es un grupo de Rock Alternativo .

DO NOT MESSAGE ME ABOUT PROMOTIONS FOR ANY STREAMING PLATFORM. I AM NOT INTERESTED. thank you!

if you wanna play #callofduty #warzone with me, just write a short msg and add me - earth-patriot on #PSN / earth-patriot568 on xbox live.

These Guitars Say Sorry is the banner for a diverse range of artists, from UK singer-songwriter These Guitars Say Sorry to classical composer Jeremias Langsämmer along with his ensemble, Icelandic post-rock band Laxá with the Heima Kvartett, ambient artist Siegfried Jünger, and Doom Jazz ensemble The Dark Messiahs. Founded by Jez Stephen, who incepted all the projects, the label has released over 30 albums, crafting a unique sonic identity across genres.

Since 2021, These Guitars Say Sorry has released a track every week, later compiling them into albums available on all major platforms. Explore the catalog on Bandcamp: https://theseguitarssaysorry.bandcamp.com/ and support the work for as little as $1 a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/tgss.

Composer of Quirky Lyrics and Squiggly Melodies.
Author of "The BumbleBeatle Battle" Novel.

And a Part of this Grand Orchestra.
The One And OliBoli.

Better known as "Unbekannter Interpret" (or "Unknown Artist"), we've been a very active and successful part of the music industry in the last decades. However, as author of millions of songs and albums, we became tired and also confused about our artistic position. So, we needed a restart, and here we are, Interpret Unbekannt, making music for nothing but with a lot of passion!

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.





Howl At Nowt

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