Demo debut de Resquicio, proyecto de gótico agropecuario y banjo apocalíptico de la ciudad de Ningún Lugar en Villa Desgracia, Suramérica.
Primera maqueta del EP "El Graznido Del Gallinazo"
próximamente disponible.

Cali-Pereira; Colombia.

Resquicio - 2023

El Graznido Del Gallinazo

El Diablo En El Rincón

The Kiss of the Enchantress 

High up in the Sierra			
both sides are terrified			
It’s so hot in here 				
the snow waits outside 		

Sweat drips from the ceiling
Blood slips on the floor 	
Fear takes its icy grip		
The wolf is at the door		

Release me from this fever		
Release me from this spell		
High up on a snowy mountain 	
But my angel fell				

Like a Murnau movie 			
Monochrome and vivid red 	
The Kiss of the Enchantress 
An evil crown on your head

KISS OF THE ENCHANTRESS

JUST SAY CHEERS

OH WHY DID YOU LET HIM IN

TRAIN SHINING BRIGHT

FADED FILM STAR

FIRST MERCY THEN FALSE PRIDE

SCARED OF YOUR DREAMS

The Kiss of the Enchantress

High up in the Sierra
both sides are terrified
It’s so hot in here
the snow waits outside

Sweat drips from the ceiling
Blood slips on the floor
Fear takes its icy grip
The wolf is at the door

Release me from this fever
Release me from this spell
High up on a snowy mountain
But my angel fell

Like a Murnau movie
Monochrome and vivid red
The Kiss of the Enchantress
An evil crown on your head

"Like You Used To" (Instrumental Strings Version)
Words and Music by Glenn Page
Produced, mixed and mastered by Joni at KyySounds
https://www.kyysounds.com/
Bass and Keys by Joni
Guitars by Joni and Danny
Executive producer Glenn Page



LYRICS

Verse 1:
Kiss me like you used to 
till you got used to me 
Kiss me like you used to 
like you were using me 
and morning was a stranger 
who rudely interrupts 
Kiss me like you used to 
Kiss me 
my love 

Verse 2:
I remember how the moonlight 
Searched for your car 
to catch a glimpse of your face 
and bathe you from afar 
In the chill of winter 
your breath would warm me when 
you kissed me like you used to 
like you did 
back then 

 
Bridge:
So I
lie awake at night
My phone's my only friend
and though you're right beside me
will I 
ever see you again?

Verse 3:
Now the days are passing
They go quickly by
I can't see them clearly
through the tears I cry
but even while I'm drifting
I'm looking to the shore
for a sign 
you could still love me
the way you did before

Oh, kiss me 
like you used to
Kiss me
once more
Kiss me once more
Kiss me once more

Like you used to

"Like You Used To" - 60s Retro Spaghetti Western (Instrumental Strings Version, TEST ONLY) 3/30/24

Step into the shadowy embrace of the pine forest with this dark and atmospheric country ballad. "Echoes in the Pines" weaves haunting melodies with somber lyrics, exploring themes of sorrow, death, and the weight of loss. Let the whispers of the trees and the mournful chords carry you down a lonely path of reflection, where love and light unravel into the quiet night. Perfect for fans of melancholic storytelling, Appalachian-inspired sounds, and music that lingers in the soul.

Echoes in the Pines (Demo)

"Stalker Ballad" is a deeply troubling country-blues ballad that portrays the disturbing thoughts and actions of a dangerous, obsessed stalker. The song begins as what appears to be a sad breakup story but quickly descends into a much darker narrative.
The song follows a narrator's psychological deterioration from initial heartbreak through stalking behaviors (watching through windows, going through trash) to increasingly violent and criminal actions. The lyrics reveal that the narrator has kidnapped, restrained, and assaulted the subject of their obsession, with clear indications of sexual violence and eventual murder.
Musically, the production utilizes elements of Gothic Americana and dark country, with mournful slide guitar and haunting harmonica that create an uneasy atmosphere fitting the disturbing narrative. The instrumental breaks become increasingly dissonant and menacing as the story grows more violent.
The final chorus removes any ambiguity about the narrator's actions and intentions, revealing plans for the victim's murder and burial. This content is extremely unsettling and portrays severe criminal behavior.

Stalker Ballad

System Alert 001 from Snake Oil Sleuth. A haunting postmortem of loss, “Initial Transmission” reveals a lonely decent from the safety of emotional and physical connections to the mental death grip of invisible communities lurking within the electronic quicksand of social media. 

#001: GONE

Oh, there are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam
'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold but the land of gold
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd sooner live in Hell. Woo-hoo!
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn't see,
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead
were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap", says he
"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you
won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
then he says with a sort of moan,
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet 'taint being dead-it's my awful dread
of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
you'll cremate my last remains.
I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the Alice May,
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here", said I, with a sudden cry, "is my
cre-ma-tor-eum"!
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around,
and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared
such a blaze you seldom see

,
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about
ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,
"I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked".
Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said, "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm--
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm".

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Original Poem By Robert W. Service 1874 –1958

The Cremation of Sam McGee ×͜×

Hear the haunting tale of "Ballad of the Crimson Bride," a gothic country saga of love, betrayal, and fiery retribution. A powerful female voice weaves a story over melancholic banjo, deep cello, and swelling epic guitars. This is the sound of a shotgun wedding gone wrong, where vengeance wears a stained white veil.
For fans of dark folk, murder ballads, and powerful female-led storytelling.
Generated with Suno AI.
#GothicCountry #DarkAmericana #CrimsonBride 

Ballad of the Crimson Bride

Banjo apocalíptico 🪕
Gótico agropecuario lo-fi de Villa Desgracia, Suramérica 💀

Välkommen till min värld av musik, där AI och kreativitet möts! Jag skapar unika låtar på både svenska och engelska, med texter som är egenskrivna och fyllda av känsla. Utforska mina musikaliska berättelser och låt dig svepas med av melodierna. Oavsett om du söker sommarhits eller stämningsfulla ballader, hittar du något som berör. Lyssna, njut och följ min resa inom AI-musik!
Kontakt: aimusicdreams@gmail.com

Welcome to Beneath the Pine Veil!  I hail from deep in the mountains of Appalachia, Kentucky—a place steeped in tradition, mystery, and stories waiting to be told. After traveling all over the United States, life brought me here to Florida, but my heart will always be rooted in the hills and hollers of home.

I’m a one-man band with a love for several genres of music, but Beneath the Pine Veil focuses on crafting songs in a Country style infused with the haunting and evocative essence of Appalachian Gothic. It’s music that tells a story—sometimes dark, sometimes hopeful, but always honest.

If you enjoy my songs, I’d love for you to like, follow, repost, or drop a comment. Your support means the world! You can also find me on all major streaming platforms (soon.. waiting to be added), including Spotify and Apple Music, so be sure to check me out there as well.

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of SoundCloud. I hope you enjoy the journey Beneath the Pine Veil. 🎵

Snake Oil Sleuth: Warning System Activated Transmitting alerts about contemporary false prophets since 2025. SOS: Sending warning signals when systems fail to protect truth. • • • — — — • • •

🎧 Welcome to the sound of Pixel Creative Studio Music
I create cinematic, emotional and story-driven tracks using the latest AI tools. You’ll hear Viking anthems, dark ambient rap, dreamlike alt-rock and haunting ballads. Every song tells a story - from battlefield glory to digital heartbreak.

🎵 All music made using Suno AI with full commercial rights
🛠️ Written, directed and imagined by me, Gareth at Pixel Creative Studio Music
📩 For custom tracks or personal commissions, message me here or email gazbowyer78+pixelstudio@gmail.com

ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when...Gothic Western

New tracks tagged #GothicCountry