Ambiance rock incroyable, si sombre et captivante!

65 You guys have a really great sound, arrangement, vocals...great...

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https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/no-basic-style-94-bpm
(Chorus)
No basic style, come on take a ride
Basic style——why? A catalog of vibe
Put a name on it, another wave for the tide
Listen what’s inside, then blast it worldwide 
The groove does not lie, a melodic glide
   Something-though, this much is certain
Set free to run wild—-no basic style
No basic style (Echo)

(Verse 1) 
Energy driven, music’s a haven
No questions-no answers -Taken-none given
We Share parts of ourselves 
   Just for the living
But I’m still underground 
Although I have risen
To a higher level that’s a fact,
Basic styles-good riddance 
Bye bye—-let’s dance 

Switch it up!

(Verse2)
Switch it up-Switch it up
Random rhythm of raindrops 
Nothing fancy—-plop, plop
Lightning strikes naturally 
It’s all good-fear not

No hassle, add a deep bass
Some kicks and one-shots
Vibe along, it hits the spot
Feel the rhythm, move your butts
Cataloged tabbed—-
“Forget Me Nots-Vibe Will Hit The Spot”

No basic style—
(Chorus)
Interlude

No Basic Style Vocals 94 BPM

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

What do you call it when 
You can’t remember someones name? 
What should I call you instead?

Feel the pressure rising
Right in front of my eyes
Tip of my tongue, but not my brain

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

Conversations a thousand times
I know I know your name
What it is right now I’ve got no clue

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Later on today or tonight
Not thinking ‘bout it
Beat the blocking phenomenon


Blocking Phenomenon

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

W-Sheep in The Rain

ANARS ! Cauchemar

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

My newest song I wrote Sep 30, in the wee hours of the night, 1-3am... A few lyrics came to me awhile back, I usually always come up with a melody first then the lyrics, but this time happened differently, once I hit the D chord then another, it all just came together very fast, as a songwriter, these unexpected nights always amaze me, I've never been the type to say oh I'm gonna write a song today...they've always just came to me. These were feelings that weighed very  heavily on me almost a year ago now, strange how I wrote this now...guess it's a closure song that I needed deep down. Sometimes things can just surface.  I hope someone out there can relate. Recorded live tonight on my 60's Baldwin, Rode NT1 mic, hooked into a Tascam Portacapture x8. Thanks so much for listening!! The pic is one I shot of the bridge in my hometown after a storm a few months ago. I felt like that bird, arriving safe and sound. More songs will be coming! Take care out there everyone. 

Baby 

All those ugly words
From your pretty mouth 
So uncontrolling 
Off the cuff
Baby, wish I coulda kept the love
All the nights that I couldn't sleep 

Flying back with these birds
I left you down south
Cause you were never good enough 
Baby, you coulda been good enough 
Why create a mountain too steep?

Up north has called my heart
I gave you my best
But everything just fell apart
Oh baby, I'm laying our love to rest
All the memories sinking deep

Tonight, I will sleep 

All music written and recorded by © Daniel Colter Valentine
All rights reserved

Baby (Original Song Live)

I fully expect some people to get creeped out and unfollow but when I used to go to church, I’d get creeped out, so this is that, and fair is fair. I'd probably get arrested in the former Unites States. FYI, I'm not really a witch.

Lyrics:

They say kneel, they say pray, then rub my shoulders and look away.
Bitter tales and the air is stale, and every song scrapes like nails.

Fingers grip far too long and voices wail and they call it song.
Speaking in tongues I can’t translate, and threats of fire if I escape.

Eyes are closed when questions burn.  
God is needy, I have learned.  
Every sermon strokes a fear and every smile masks a sneer.

If I stumble I must pay the vengeance dressed in holy gray.
I hear whispers through the walls judging me with ancient laws.

Close your eyes, eyes that pry, I was born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly.

No one’s born to kneel or pray, they teach us fear to make us pay.
Books are closed when questions burn but we are here, you never learn.

Hands on eyes, eyes that pry, born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly

Who I love terrifies you
A coven hidden in your pews
Your God’s a myth and you’re a fake
We live beside you, wide awake

We Live

Spirit (2025)

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wait
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

ANARS ! Cauchemar

ANARS !

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