Conundrum

Rocks and Water

A heartfelt ambient mix telling of my experience the past winter. Still going through it. For the best experience, best go to a starry world for it- like exoplanet or audioorbs (christmas)

- Love, Aely 

This set was played at:
26.03.25 LAMBDA CEPHEI - Sounds Under The Stars Vol.3

26.03.25 The Storm Before The Calm - Full Set @ Stars Under The Skies

This is just a song of personal circumstances written in the same phase as “Jigs & Fixtures”.   
Looking back after so many years, I really should not have any regrets.  The song picture is also arbitrary.
Thanks so much for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Lyrics / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Guitar Solo – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Violin Solo -  Avery Bright @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
It's been four years now					
I am still around in these castle walls					
Not yet ready for society bound					
Waiting for chances to call					
But the curtain's falling before the play begins					
Sometimes you make it					
Sometimes you have to give in					
					
In this castle					
For too long I've been here					
See the castle					
Many long to be there									
That's the castle……that's the castle

Card games in the library					
Play truant repeatedly					
Keep on fooling around					
Examination's in a daze					
All the years are gonna waste					
Feeling like a clown					
Empty stages, regret is the only thing					
Run through the pages					
Can't find the right song to sing

In this castle					
For too long I've been here					
See the castle					
Many long to be, long to be there

Requirements must be satisfied					
If you wanna get inside					
Fill the forms and stand in line					
The status that you're aiming					
Dreams you're pursuing					
Future sure looks fine					
Games hall and canteen					
Swimming pool in between					
Are just too fascinating for school-leavers at seventeen				
					
(CHORUS 2)					
Come and join the castle					
We're getting better every year				
Join the castle					
It's nice to have you here
Join the castle					
We're getting better every year				
Join the castle					
It's nice to have you, nice to have you here

The Castle

An ode to Byron Bay in NSW, replete with references to that holiday haven. I wondered if I could make Byron a woman, then make it a love gone wrong song? So...make Byron a woman, fill the lyric with BB references, then write the lyric...with my customary twist in the tail! Yep. Done.

They’re whispering on Jonson Street
Then drumming down the sun
The Bayleaf’s live with lurid tales
And word I’m not the one

There’s gossip on Belongil Beach
And over at the Pass
Folks waking up on Wategos
To hear I’ll get the arse

I’m losing you
(Oooooh)
Tell me how you’re feeling
Byron Blue

They’re printing signs off Tasman Way 
And shirts at Doctor Moose
With funny words and images
That say you’ve cut me loose

I’m losing
Losing you
Tell me how you’re feeling
Byron Blue

I’m sorry I don’t grieve
Round my broken heart
I’m keeping to myself
The rumours I start

I’m leaving you
(Oooooh)
Tell me how you’re feeling
(Ooooooh)

I’m leaving
Leaving you
Tell me how you’re feeling
Byron Blue

Byron Blue

All songs are fully or partially inspired by stories. (Hades and Persephony from Greek mythology, Snufkin from Moominvalley, The Picture of Dorian Gray, etc.)

Imprecise and then less so

Pomegranate Seed

Petrol Coat

Summer is marked by certain experiences, from swimming, to strolls along boardwalks, to...well...waiting in queues of all kinds as summer sees people fill outdoor spaces. Keith has a keen eye for observing these experiences and finding humour and stories in  all of it.

Welcoming our special guest voice - Sheila - the server at the window , whose calming, inquiring presence makes the  lineup tolerable ;)

Note: the term "poutine" on the side of the chip truck makes this a uniquely Canadian flavour  :)

Track 5 from the Wigmore Allen Gibbons album called SHYLING found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Busy at the Chippy

    I was standing in the queue 
    And there was more than quite a few
    That to be … perfectly blunt
    Wanted to murder the guy…the guy at the front
    
   5  cod and chips…3 fries with garlic dips
    A lamb shish kabab…and a happy meal for that bugger at the back”
    It was busy at the Chippy…so busy at the Chippy
    It was busy at the Chippy…Ooh baby tonight

    Well I kept on standing there
    Feeling hungry right in there
    When I could be doing something…
    Something much better on a Saturday night. 
    Than waiting for…

    5 cod and chips…3 fries with garlic dips
    A lamb shish kabab…and a happy meal for that bugger at the back”
    Chippy woman: “We don’t do salad…Do’ya want salt ‘n vinegar on them love?
    How’s your Mary’s feet? … Oooooh, I know”

    (INST)

    (CHORUS)
    “…oh and I want 4 scampi and salad…5 haddock lightly battered
    3 sausages in a lovely curry…and a happy meal for that bugger in a hurry”
    Chippy woman: “That’ll be £226 and 10p for a carrier bag, love! ...
    Will ya need that in dollars pet?”

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Special Guest:  Sheila (vocals/lyrics)

Busy at the Chippy

The Buddha Never Truly Goes

"The Buddha Never Truly Goes" is a heartfelt ballad that bridges the gap between ancient wisdom and contemporary introspection. Through lyrical storytelling and a soulful, blues-infused melody, this song challenges the conventional view of the Buddha's passing, presenting it instead as a profound teaching on omnipresence and inner awakening.

The verses, rich with parables, guide the listener to understand that the Buddha's essence is not confined to a single lifetime or physical form. Instead, it is a timeless and ever-present force found in the natural world, in moments of quiet reflection, and, most importantly, within ourselves. This is a song of encouragement for anyone feeling lost or seeking guidance, reminding them that the path to enlightenment is an internal journey.

It's a perfect blend of poignant lyrics and melancholic yet hopeful music, reflecting a sound that is both deeply personal and universally resonant. This track is for seekers and spiritualists, for those who appreciate music as a vehicle for wisdom, compassion, and personal growth. Let the "Lotus Light" guide you.

Lyrics: 
(Verse 1)
They tell of Buddha’s final breath, and thought his work was through, A fading sun that left the earth, with nothing left to do. But the Master taught a deeper truth, to one who listened near, That worldly death was just a show, to conquer doubt and fear.

(Chorus)
'Cause the Buddha never truly goes, his home is everywhere, He's in the wind, a river's flow, a silent, humble prayer. So when your heart is dark with doubt, and you're lost upon the road, Just hear his voice, a silent sound, and lift that heavy load.

(Verse 2) 
Some folks get too comfortable, when they think the truth is free, If the Master’s always standing by, then where's the urgency? So he plays a trick, a clever means, a lesson sharp and grand, To make us hungry for his presence, while he guides a waking land.

(Chorus) 
'Cause the Buddha never truly goes, his home is everywhere, He's in the wind, a river's flow, a silent, humble prayer. So when your heart is dark with doubt, and you're lost upon the road, Just hear his voice, a silent sound, and lift that heavy load.

(Bridge) 
Maitreya, with an open heart, a timeless truth you'll see, I’ve walked this long, long path with you, and my light has set you free. And all who hear this lesson's sound, and hold it to their core, Will be a light for all the world, and shine forevermore.

(Guitar Solo - Melancholic but hopeful blues)

(Verse 3) 
Don't need a temple, don't need a shrine, don't need to count the years Just need a moment's humble thought, to wash away the tears To know the guiding hand is there, no matter what it seems To walk this earth with open eyes, and live the truest dreams.

(Outro) 
Yeah, the Buddha never truly goes... He's right here... in you and me... His light is always shining... can you see? Always... right here.

The Buddha Never Truly Goes

Next to Me

[Verse 1]
There’s a house on the edge of town,
Where the windows hum and the lights melt down.
She grows her herbs by the pale moonlight,
Whispers to the wind when the stars ignite.

Children talk in whispers low,
Say she cursed the field where the lilies grow.
And when the crops all turned to ash,
The preacher said, “She lit the match.”

[Chorus]
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Burn her till she’s black as pitch!
Raise your torches, make it right,
Turn the dark to holy light.
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Ashes fall, the crowd will twitch.

[Verse 2]
They dragged her out through the fog and rain,
Hair like wire, eyes like flame.
She smiled and said, “You’ll see my face,
When the smoke climbs high and the bells misplace.”

The fire cracked like it knew her name,
The crowd went wild but felt the same.
The sky bent down, the air turned thick,
And shadows danced around the stick.

[Chorus]
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Burn her till she’s black as pitch!
Sing it loud, make it stick,
Don’t you know that fear’s the trick?
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Let your guilt be her crucifix.

[Bridge — Trippy / Psychedelic Section]
(Swirling organs and echoing voices)
The flames made faces, the night turned gold,
The people saw themselves grow old.
Ash fell soft on trembling skin,
They saw her eyes — still burning within.

[Verse 3]
Next morning, smoke curled up the hill,
The world was quiet, the air stood still.
Where the fire once had sung its tune,
A single black rose bloomed by noon.

And now when the thunder rolls at night,
They swear they see her candlelight.
She hums a song from the other side,
And every sinner feels her sigh.

[Final Chorus]
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Burn her till she’s black as pitch!
But every flame you light tonight,
Will burn your name in the same white light.
Burn, burn, burn the witch!
Till all that’s left is guilt — and pitch.

[Outro – Slow fade, reversed guitar & tape echo]
The smoke still swirls where she used to stand,
Fire in her eyes, dust in her hand.
You can’t kill what the night won’t quit…
She’s still there — humming through the mist.

Burn the witch

Black cross

A gentle acoustic folk song told from a woman’s point of view — about a guy who loves “peaceful” spiritual aesthetics but can’t seem to live any of the values he talks about.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft percussion, and an intimate vocal carry a story of mixed signals, contradictions, and those little warning signs we try to ignore.

Red Flags and Green Tea blends warmth, humor, and a little wistfulness into a mellow, coffeehouse-style track about seeing someone clearly for who they really are.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
He’s got that thrift-store, barefoot vibe,
Talks ‘bout “energy” and “flow.”
Sage in jars on every shelf,
But he’s the last to let things go.
He says “Namaste” at the grocery line,
Like he's blessing aisle three—
But every time he talks of “zen,”
It sounds brand new to me.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not trying to judge his way…
But something feels a bit cliché.

[Chorus]
Red flags and green tea,
Is there something I just can’t see?
Quotes from all the eastern scribes—
Still sends off some eerie vibes.

[Verse 2]
He meditates for peacefulness
But still cusses when he drives.
Named his little dog “Karma,”
But forgets he’s still alive.
Brews some rare Tibetan tea
Says it’s “healing, wild and pure”—
Then pours in half a cup of sugar,
Says, “Sweetness is the cure.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m no expert on these things…
But I don’t think he knows the meanings.

[Chorus]
Red flags and green tea,
Is there something I just can’t see?
Reads from all the ancient texts—
But he seems a bit perplexed.

[Bridge]
He loses his cool when the Wi-Fi’s slow,
Claims he’s free from worldly sorrow.
Says money never matters much—
Till he asks if he can borrow.
He “loves all beings” big and small,
But ghosts his ex so suddenly—
There’s a gap between his words
And who he seems to be.

[Chorus – Variation]
Red flags and green tea,
Maybe peace just ain’t his key.
If wisdom’s really what he seeks,
Why’s the calm gone when he speaks?

[Final Chorus – Resolve]
Red flags and green tea,
Guess the universe is telling me—
I need someone who’s truly kind,
Not just chanting borrowed lines.


Red Flags And Green Tea

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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Making music for friends and myself. almost daily new kekish epical or hip-hop songs!


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Hailing from Los Angeles, Wolf Kroeger hasn’t always called California his home. Originally from France, he traveled to many countries and finally moved to the United States at the age of eighteen on his own. 
 
  His upbringing exposed him to a diversity of cultures, and his fascination for them still grows. It transpires in his lyrics, which blend elements from Greek myths to Native American legends with his story-telling. Although rooted in Psychedelia, his music is also eclectic and influenced by various genres and eras. Wolf writes, produces, and plays all the instruments in his songs, except for drums on a few tracks. 
 
  His new release “A Tale of Shadows and Dreams” is a concept album that follows the coming-of-age of its protagonist as he embarks on a journey throughout his subconscious and a dystopian society.

Canada Stands With Ukraine
Elbows Up, Canada!
Never 51.

*singer-songwriter

Connecting, creating and sharing with others has been quite a transformative experience and one that I trust will continue for years to come. I enjoy listening to musicians on SC, and try to leave encouraging and descriptive comments.
Who said retirement can't be fun!

A singer-songwriter who cannot read notes, doesn't play much instruments except a little keyboard & guitar and considers singing as the most difficult part for him.

So in case you're wondering how a guy like this would sound, just spare some of your time for a listen.
Thanks so much for stopping by.

Started out as a drummer shortly after the last ice age. 

With the advent of electricity, I grew sick of being the guy who hung around with the real musicians, so decided to teach myself to write songs. 

Years later, and studio hours too numerous to mention, I've reached the point where I don't suck at it.

I do what I can with the engineering side, but due to some industrial deafness, there's bound to be things I miss. 4kHz? What the fuck is 4kHz? Ohhhh, right....that's the area that's buried in all that tinnitus!

This is the point where most bios will pad the writer's ego, inflating self importance...which I hate, but I'm human, so here's just a bit. Spent years playing sessions, mostly for bands you've never heard of but also for a heap of adverts you probably have. Learned lots of studio craft from some very talented people. Studied production with a Grammy Award-winning producer/engineer for seven years. 

And none of it means a hill of beans in respect to the following question: is the music good? If you think so, then little else really matters, does it?

I have three studio assistants. All are feline, and none of them like asparagus.

Songwriter blurring the lines between country, pop, folk, and whatever else feels honest. Silicon Valley roots, zero Nashville clichés. Think tech-metaphor heartbreak, cowpunk energy, and the sweetness of two good people parting ways. Call it alt.country if you need a label.

Just an upcoming experimental Musician turning weird sounds into good vibes. [add my page on facebook for updates]
more about me vvvvvvvvvv
22 yo dude, Terrible at singing, but im very ambitious hehe.
My guitar is always out of tune for some reason. Weird.
I was making ai songs bc i thought well lets jump on this band wagon and see if i can reach the goals i could never get to.
Well reached those goals, had 300k streams just in the last half of the year compared to 1/3 of that many streams over the past 5 years. This ai stuff is rigged.
Now im making my own songs again, like before hehe.
I mean my parents say my vocals need alot of work lol.
One day i hope someone will find me and help me improve.

I'm happy with my songs :) . 
I kinda made alot of songs just so i could try earn something, make my parents proud; hopefully getting enough to help get a home in scotland, and live peacefully.

I dont wanna be the next biggest artist. I'm more likely to hide from society lol.

If u wanna talk to me u can, i don't see or talk to many real people alot since i don't leave my house; i'm scared of going outside, unless im with someone.

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