Wow! Terrific! What a great idea to use a cello in such a rocky way! Marvellous!

Hi friends, this song is a collab with 2 of my oldest SC friends

https://soundcloud.com/zefora

and

https://soundcloud.com/wildmansolow-is-c-crow

Lyrics:


Martin L. and Cro Magnon

Vocals: Zefora, Cor Magnon and Martin L.

Arrangement and Production: Martin L.

Starchild - Likewyse with Zefora & Cro Magnon

CHRIS AND WALTER ....Vicktor Thron

DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS

- DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS 
- LOOK FOR THE LIGHT
- CLOSE YOUR EYES 
- TO THE DARKNESS
- OF THIS WORLD
- .....( THIS WORLD IS CRAZY....) ........

- YOU NEED TO BE IN THE LIGHT , light light light .....
- IN THE LIGHT BEFORE
- ..... ( BEFORE THE DARKNESS
- CONSUMES YOUR SOUL ) .....
- YOU FOOL ......fool,fool,fool .........solo guit......

- TAKE THEM SUNGLASSES OFF
- AND DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS ANYMORE
- CAUSE IF YOU DO 
- YOU CHOOSE TO BE

- DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS
- CAUSE DE DEVIL LURKS THERE
......( THE DEVIL LURKS THERE .....HAHAHAHAAAA....ALL AROUND ROUND
ROUND....WOUAHHHHH..........
YA , DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS 

WALTER BLAMER

DON T BE IN THE SHADOWS

6. Sky Light Grey - this is the second collaboration I’ve done with Mark Spruce (Original Spruce). These are his lyrics about a moving, spiritual encounter with a robin in an English churchyard and how it triggered thoughts of his father in law’s spirit visiting through that bird. I found it really moving. My tune and performance. Mastered by RCD Audio. 

Sky light Grey 

I’m here, I’m still here
And I will always be here 

I stood in the church yard
Cold winters day
My back to the beach tree
Sky light grey

On the branch above me
Cock robin perched 
He sang then stared intently 
I returned his gaze

He repeated his song
And looked again
I smiled and nodded
Like we were friends 

I turned so slowly
As he moved to another branch
Eyeball to eyeball 
Repeat performance 

We both stood still
Locked in our game
He moved on once more
To repeat his refrain

I turned one eighty
When he landed behind me
My smile got wider
My heart got lighter
Watching each other
I'm absorbing this experience 

Then he came closer
We had circled the tree
A mystical moment 
This bird and me

You said your father
Would return
In the spirit of a robin
Watching over us one day

As I stood in that churchyard
Lost in that moment
I felt your father 
Came back to say

I'm here, I'm still here
I will always be here


Mark Spruce copyright Feb 2024

Sky light grey (EP version)

All Those Colors, in my mind. Fills my heart, when life's not kind. 

All Those Colors

Shadows Without A Name

Dance Like No One's Watching

the worst pt. 3 - demo

LETS GO AWAY FOR AWHILE.......{by The Beach Boys 1966}- cover version

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Psychedelic music video : https://youtu.be/w57--vqBbmo

Lanterns lead the way—hypnotic, peak‑time energy for the night shift.
Dark, driving, hypnotic—follow the path and don’t look back.
From hush to relentless groove—step into the Elsepath.

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The Story  ➜  ᓚᘏᗢ
I — The Beacon and the First Lantern

At moon‑zero, the meadow remembered how to breathe.

Its surface looked like dew until you knelt close and saw the dew was a crowd of micro‑lanterns—round as seeds, each holding a patient ember—the kind of glow you notice first in your peripheral vision. They were asleep, nested at the rims of opal‑capped mushrooms whose gills pulsed as if listening for a hand. The air tasted bright, with a citrus‑metal afterthought. Somewhere underfoot, a slow machine turned: roots counting, capillaries arguing, distance learning to be flexible.

Iri arrived without sound, a dark coat unruffled by the sideways breeze. They had been told the Elsepath only appears to people who are not sure the next step belongs to them. That was true. Uncertainty had followed them for months, soft and insistent as fog. It had the shape of a coin they did not own, and the weight of a question that would not settle.

On this night, a Fractal Beacon uncoiled above the meadow like a spiral drawn by a patient giant. It wasn’t a tower or a flame but a geometry of light, threadlike and certain, rising from the mushroom field and stopping at a height that felt intentional. When it pulsed, hundreds of the tiny lanterns woke in a quiet shiver and lifted, no heavier than breath, to form a hovering halo of seeds around Iri’s shoulders.

“Lanterns of the Elsepath,” Iri said without speaking. It was not a spell. It was manners.

The lanterns answered by drifting into a pattern—three triangles arranged inside a fourth, lines of glow between them like veins in a leaf. The pattern hung in the air, rotated once, and slid forward, an invitation to follow. The Beacon brightened by a degree the eye could not measure but the skin could feel. The mushrooms nodded, gills opening, exhaling a faint, LSD‑like color split that sliced Iri’s silhouette into green, violet, and cobalt for a blink. When the colors rejoined, the Elsepath appeared under their feet.

It didn’t look like a road. It looked like an angle deciding to last.

Iri stepped onto it.

II — Lattice Footfall

The path assembled one stride ahead, one stride behind, never all at once: a lattice of glass treads supported by nothing, each step humming a tone you didn’t hear so much as feel as a temperature of blue. The lanterns gathered at ankle and wrist height, forming little way‑plumes that cooled when the foot was placed, warmed when it lifted, learning Iri’s rhythm with the eagerness of new rain memorizing a roof.

On either side of the lattice, the meadow folded into planes of possibility like pages that had forgotten which book they belonged to. In one plane, a fog of DMT dragonflies combed the air with thread‑thin UV trails, knitting invisible nets that only became visible when a lantern drifted too near and lit them. In another, the horizon had a seam—just a neat stitch of gold—where day and night agreed to shake hands.

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