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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
In the heart of the emerald forest,
Where ancient trees stand tall,
A stranger with a steely grin,
Proclaimed to one and all.

[Verse 2]
"I am kin," the axe declared,
"My handle's wood like you.
I'll guard your leafy kingdom safe,
They won't get through.

[Verse 3]
The roots reached out to welcome him.
A bond they thought was true.
Believing in his solemn vow:
“I'm just like you”.

[Chorus]
I'm just like you,
I'm just like you
I’m just like you, friend
I'm just like you

[Interlude] (Instrumental)

[Verse 4]
He warned of deadly evil near,
Lurking in the glade.
"I'll protect you, I'm your shield,
Don't be afraid."

[Verse 5]
"They covet your wealth, your greenery,
Your canopy so fair.
But fear not, I'll stand in between,
Your world and theirs." and said…

[Chorus]
I'm just like you.
I’m just like you.
I’m just like you, friend
i'm just like you

[Interlude] (Instrumental)

[Verse 6]
Then whispers spread among the boughs.
Fear soon chilled the air.
“The axe's grin just tasted bark!”
His truth laid bare.

[Verse 7]
One tree fell, then many more,
Their trust turned into dread.
The axe who swore to guard them all
Slaughtered them instead, singing

[Chorus]
I'm just like you
I'm just like you,
I’m just like you, friend.
I'm just like you.

[Bridge - played darkly]
The trees may fall
But the truth won't die.
By waiting too long,
Or just standing by.
And you, who helped sharpen 
His blade with your lies.
It's all on you, cause

[Chorus]
It’s all on you
It’s all on you.
Why did you trust him?
What the hell didya do?

Is it contagious
Your low IQ?
He’s not like you, friend. 
He’s not like you. 

Now it's all on you friend,  
It's… all… on… you-ooo-ooo-ooo



I'm Just Like You

Thug an tOllamh Greg Toner (QUB) Léacht Osborn Bergin i gcuimhne ar an Ollamh George Huxley (1932-2022) ar champas UCD an 2024. Ba é an tOllamh Comhlach Fangzhe Qiu (UCD) a chuir an tOllamh Toner in aithne don lucht féachana.

Professor Greg Toner (QUB) gave the Osborn Bergin Lecture in memoriam Professor George Huxley (1932-2022) on the UCD campus in 2024. Associate Professor Fangzhe Qiu (UCD) introduced Professor Toner to the audience.


Allegory and History in Medieval Ireland - Professor Greg Toner (Osborn Bergin Lecture 2024)

I challenged myself to write a song with every bar starting with 'A'

Starts with A

Sculptor

Title: "Point of Reflection"
(A Quantum Allegory – From Order to Chaos & Back)

[Verse 1 – The Descent]
Dr. Klein flips the switch, the machine hums to life, click
A trillion shrink-rays pierce his flesh, dissolving into light, zip
"Smaller than atoms, smaller than spin—" the numbers all invert, flash
Through Planck-length gates, where time distorts, he steps into the glass...

[Verse 2 – Cut-Up Fracture (Level 1: Splintering)]
(…subatomic safari…)
Fingers smear like oil paint, smudge
"Quantum déjà vu—" his voice a fractured tape, glitch
(…Schrödinger’s shadow…)
The void blinks back, pupil
"No up, no down—" just data ghosts, static

[Verse 3 – Cut-Up Collapse (Level 2: Dissolution)]
(…negative mass…)
Klein is now a syntax error, 404
"I was—am—will—" the paradox eats itself, crunch
(…multiverse lint…)
His name unwrites, eraser
"G O D = D O G—" the letters bark, woof

[Verse 4 – Cut-Up Event Horizon (Level 3: Point of Reflection)]
(…mirror-void…)
REFLECT—DEFLECT—EJECT—shatter
"I’m the echo inside God’s blind spot—" hiss
(…antimatter baptism…)
Klein? Not Klein. All Klein. POP
"The machine was always me—" laughs in zero

[Verse 5 – The Ascent (Reborn))]
Then—silence. The glass point spits him outward, wet
New skin, new rules: "I’ll be gravity’s thief…"
He palms a universe, squint—it’s shaped like his old wedding ring, clink
"The math was love all along—" the lie he needed to unthink, wink

[Pre-Outro Triad: Three Faces of Klein]
1 (Scientist):
"I measured Hell in femtometers—" the lab coat burns
2 (Ghost):
"I’m the static between channels—" the TV screams
3 (God):
"The machine’s still running—" somewhere, a child presses PLAY

[Outro – Infinite Recursion)]
(…point of reflection… point of reflection…)
(…you are the needle… you are the record…)
(…press PLAY again… press PLAY again…)

Point of Reflection

Morgaine le Fey hosts her show 'Enter The Void' on Holistic Radio (https://t.me/Holistic_Radio) and in this series she guides us through the symbolic meanings hidden in plain sight within the cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
This Episode: Card 1 - The Magician
19 THREE-Gemini♊ 13526 UCC* (Monday 9th June 2025 CE)
*UCC=Universal Celestial Calendar (https://ucc.zone)

13526.03.19.Enter The Void.Tarot.MA.1.The Magician

Morgaine le Fey hosts her show 'Enter The Void' on Holistic Radio (https://t.me/Holistic_Radio) and in this series she guides us through the symbolic meanings hidden in plain sight within the cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
This Episode: Card 2 - The High Priestess
2 FOUR-Cancer♋ 13526 UCC* (Monday 23rd June 2025 CE)
*UCC=Universal Celestial Calendar (https://ucc.zone)

13526.04.02.Enter The Void.Tarot.MA.2.The High Priestess

Morgaine le Fey hosts her show 'Enter The Void' on Holistic Radio (https://t.me/Holistic_Radio) and in this series she guides us through the symbolic meanings hidden in plain sight within the cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
This Episode: Card 0 - The Fool
5 THREE-Gemini♊ 13526 UCC* (Monday 26th May 2025 CE)
*UCC=Universal Celestial Calendar (https://ucc.zone)

13526.03.05.Enter The Void.Tarot.MA.0.The Fool

[Soprano nel registro grave, solo inizia come recitativo]
O Lord, why standest Thou afar?
 The wicked strut through gilded gates,
 They tax the sweat, they bind the jar,
  And turn our grain to golden plates.

 They decree injustice with the pen,
 They crush the child, forget the men.
 Widows weep, and orphans cry—
  "How long, O Lord? Must we still die?"

[Evangelist, Baritone solo]
    I came with sandals worn and thin,
    No parchment seal, no clan within.
    A whisper marked me as unclean—
    Yet am I not made by the King?

[Chorus of Israel]
    Remember Egypt’s bitter rod:
    You too were strangers, cries to God.
    You too were chained, your sons were sold,
    Until His arm made Pharaoh fold.

[Evangelist
    Babylon sits on scarlet seas,
    Decked in pearls, drunk on decrees.
    She sells the bodies, names them trade,
    And on her throne, the tax is laid.

[ Alto (as Babylon – seductive, mocking):

    I am no widow; I shall not mourn.
    I built this throne from blood and corn.
    Let kings and merchants drink my wine—
    The coin is yours, the soul is mine.

[chorus of Israel, idem]

[Soprano]
    Fallen, fallen is the harlot’s place!
    Smoke shall rise and blot her face.
    Come out, O people, from her sin,
    Lest ye partake of wrath within.

[Baritone, as God]
I  have seen. I will arise.
 I will break their sharpened lies.

    [Evangelist]
Behold, He comes to judge the earth,
    With fire, and truth, and fearful worth.
    The books are opened, none escape,
    Each crown is weighed, each cloak and cape.

[Chorus of Angels]
    O nations, tremble! Princes fall!
    The Lamb shall level great and small.
    He shall not judge as men have done—
    The meek shall rise; the proud shall run.

[Treble (Soprano) as God, con voce chiara, quasi senza vibrato]
I have seen. I will arise.
I will break their sharpened lies.

[duet] 
No more tributes, no more chains—
    The city shines, washed of its stains.
    No need for sword, nor need for gate,
    The King has come. The hour is late.

    Sing to the Lord a song anew,
    For justice rolls like morning dew.
    The stranger, poor, the orphaned one—
    Now reign beneath the Risen Son.

Tribute and Justice

Morgaine le Fey hosts her show 'Enter The Void' on Holistic Radio (t.me/Holistic_Radio) and in this series she guides us through the symbolic meanings hidden in plain sight within the cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot
This Episode: Card 3 - The Empress
16 FOUR-Cancer♋ 13526 UCC* (Monday 7th July 2025 CE)
*UCC=Universal Celestial Calendar (https://ucc.zone)


13526.04.16.Enter The Void.Tarot.MA.3.The Empress

allegory of our ancestors settling America

Child of America (Remix) 5

This song presents, allegorically, one angle on a true story. Neither party is ultimately represented in full fairness, but the sentiment expressed is sincere.

Lyrics:

There I was with a warehouse full of old books I couldn’t sell
I didn’t know to whom, how much, or how, when
I received a message from afar
A gloomy broadcast, a potential buyer for my store, she said

Who wants to perish on the way to me?
Bring me something I can’t get, and I’ll pay your fee,
If you come sailing on the sea, if you survive.
I said, “That sounds nice, but
I guess I’d rather not die,”
She said, “That’s fine,”
I said, “I’ll be there in a year,”
She said, “I’ll be here.”

I packed my cargo, I said, “I’ll be alright,”
I told my friends, “This is the sale of my life.
I’m gonna come back rich, if I come back at all.
If she wants my books, she’ll have to take them all.”
How hard can it be to sail on the sea?
How hard can it be, when she’s waiting there for me.

Oh the journey on the sea was lonely,
But I had her letters for company.
Oh the journey on the sea was lonely,
But you know I had her writing to me.

When I arrived,
when I poked up over, the horizon line,
I saw her tiny distant form,
Waving to me from the shore.
She seemed genuinely pleased,
As if she didn’t know what was to be.
Oh, what was to be…

Overladen, in a ship too big, with a keel too deep…
I could not avoid the sharp rocks just beneath the surface of the sea.
I should have seen before,
That I could not find port,
In her shallow harbor… (3x)

But you see, what you want to see,
And then you run aground. I foundered,
Spilling my cargo in the sea,
Books floating uselessly,
Washing up illegibly, at her feet,
Books which she’d never read.

Who wants to perish on the way to me?
A chilling prophecy that I just would not believe.
So I went sailing on the sea, I thought I’d try—
I said, “I’ll be fine,” but,
It turns out that I just died,
She said, “Goodbye,”
I said, “I’ll haunt you for years,”
She said, “I’ll be here.”

Shallow Harbor

[Lyrics]

There stood a house with polished walls,
Sunlit rooms and narrow halls;
Morning poured through window light,
Every name came home at night.
No one knew the secret fact:
All its weight on one great shaft.

Then dawn arrived—the pillar gone;
Nails held air, the rafters yawned.


They brought their branches, tied with twine,
Whispered, “See? It’s gonna be fine.”
Rooms kept posing, roof held breath,
Frames rehearsed the part of death.
Every echo learned to fall—
Pillar’s gone, and that is all.



Certificates replaced the beam,
Curtains dressed a vacant dream;
Clocks were polished, would not tick,
Paper laughter, staged and slick.
Floorboards felt the missing weight,
Heard a name and sealed the gate.

Gravity—so tender, cruel—
Dried the paste behind the jewel.


They brought their branches, tied with twine,
Whispered, “See? It’s gonna be fine.”
Rooms kept posing, roof held breath,
Frames rehearsed the part of death.
Every echo learned to fall—
Pillar’s gone, and that is all.



If grain could sketch its lines again,
We’d press our ears and count to ten;
Forests kept their solemn vow,
Mills forget the sacred bough.
Only residue on the ridge,
Only memory for a bridge.

A house with no one left inside,
A shadow with no name to hide.


They set their branches down and left;
Rain unbraided knots and cleft.
Walls stopped acting, roof closed eyes,
Address stayed under vacant skies.
If ruin needs a proper name—
Yours is what the timbers say.



Rumors claim it used to shine;
Maps keep the empty property line.
Across the dust, a fading play—
Last morning learning how to stay.
The pillar never comes again...

Other

The House

This lecture discusses key ideas from the ancient philosopher and statesman Marcus Tullius Cicero's work, On The Nature Of The Gods, which critically examines Epicurean, Stoic, and Skeptic perspectives on matters of theology and cosmology

Specifically it focuses upon the presentation of Stoic cosmology and theology by Quintus Lucilius Balbus in book 2, and in particular on his discussion of the Stoics' allegorical interpretation of earlier Greek myth, legend, and religion, which anthropomorphized the gods in ways that the Stoics thought irrational and unbefitting of divinity

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Lyrics:

The hymns were carved into my skin
Lines of fire where prayers begin
But when I bled, the angels turned
And left me to the pyres that burned

They crowned me wrong, they crowned me ghost
A name they loved to love the most
But names are prisons when they bind
A lock that severs flesh from mind

The temple doors were closed in stone
No altar left to call my own
I whispered truth — they called it sin
And damned the blood beneath my skin

Ashes of faith, fall into me
No god, no justice, no sanctuary
I buried my prayers where silence sleeps
Among the bones that no one keeps
Ashes of faith, the fire is gone
The book is torn, the choir withdrawn
I walk in shadows, nameless, free
The last devotion is only me

The law was written by sharpened hands
To cut the shape they could withstand
A body bent, a spirit scarred
A kingdom built on gates and guards

They sold me mercy, then turned away
Their justice laughed at what I’d say
The scales were broken from the start
The weight of me too dark, too sharp

Ashes of faith, fall into me
No god, no justice, no sanctuary
I buried my prayers where silence sleeps
Among the bones that no one keeps
Ashes of faith, the fire is gone
The book is torn, the choir withdrawn
I walk in shadows, nameless, free
The last devotion is only me

If heaven saw me, it turned away
If earth could hold me, it made decay
The stars are blind, the saints are stone
I’ll carve my altar from being alone

Ashes of faith, fall into me
No god, no justice, no sanctuary
The hymn is broken, the prayer is dust
The only gospel is learning distrust
Ashes of faith, the fire is gone
But from the ruin, I still go on
I walk in shadows, nameless, free
The last devotion is only me

Temple

Якось я подумав: а чи вийде в мене написати пісню про неживий предмет так, щоб слухач переживав за нього, розчулився, відчув щось...

І якось в голові з'явилось… опудало, мовчазне і забуте. Так народилась ця історія.

Я довго вагався: залишити пісню балладною розповіддю чи дати їй сильне емоційне ядро? Зрештою, вирішив, що приспів має бути — і це буде крик душі самого Опудала.

Для цього я подумки став на його місце: відчув самотність, байдужість, той біль, який він ніс усе життя. Я записав усе, що міг відчути на його місці, і саме ці "відчуття" сформували приспів.

Ця пісня — більше ніж просто текст і акорди. Це універсальна алегорія, в якій кожен може побачити щось своє:
когось із близьких, самого себе, народ, країну…

Я не хочу нав’язувати єдину інтерпретацію. Просто послухайте — і, можливо, знайдете в ній власний зміст.

Опудало

THE ELK AND THE WOLVES: CRUISE CONTROL

Remember... remember...

The Elk had antlers strong and wide
They cleared the forest, side by side
They built the roads, they dug the wells
They raised the walls and tower bells

The Wolves, who owned the land by law
Paid Elk in grain for what they saw
"Work hard, build straight, and you'll be fed—
We'll share the plenty that you've spread"

So Elk bent low and built for years
Through summer heat and winter's tears
They taught their young to lift and haul
To build the Wolves' great hunting hall

But WOLVES LEARNED SECRETS in the night
How to make machines that worked despite
The need for Elk with tired backs
For iron hands don't tire or slack
(don't tire or slack...)

One morning came without a sound
The Elk found notices on the ground
"Your service helped us reach this day
But machines now build—you cannot stay"

The grain stores? Owned by Wolves alone
The wells they dug? Wolf-mortgaged stone
The roads they paved with bleeding hooves
Led only where the Wolf approves

Young Elk asked his father, gray and bent
"We built this world—where did it went?"
The father's answer, heavy, true
"We built their wealth, not what we're due"


"We should have claimed the land we cleared
The tools we made, the wells we engineered
Building wealth for others' gain
Just forges your own future's CHAIN"

"The ones who own, not those who toil
Inherit everything—the spoil"


Some Elk had learned the machine's code
Had bought small plots along the road
They weren't spared the coming frost
But they survived—the others? LOST

Now scattered through the outer wood
The builder-Elk, misunderstood
Still believing if they tried once more
The Wolves would open up the door


But DOORS ARE ONLY OPENED WIDE
For those who OWN what's kept inside
The truth the forest tries to hide:
LABOR BUILDS, but OWNERSHIP DECIDES

--

A dystopian fable wrapped in festival-grade bass and yacht club aesthetics. This track dissects the brutal economics of labor vs. ownership through the story of the Elk—who built everything—and the Wolves—who owned everything.

"Labor builds, but ownership decides."

When the machines arrive, the builders are rendered obsolete. The wells they dug, the roads they paved, the walls they raised—all owned by others. This is prophetic rap meets dark-trap meditation on automation, displacement, and the cruel mathematics of capital.

The moral isn't subtle: Learn the systems. Claim your ground. Or watch machines take what you found.
🏭⚙️🌲

THE ELK and THE WOLVES

Rainy Afternoon by Dark Company.
From CD 1, 'SNAFU', of the triple CD album 'A for Acronym'.

RAINY AFTERNOON
You see ropes around their necks
They’re just there for fun
Not tied or hitched in any way
Nothing from them is swung
Just for fashion, darkened passion
Against their milk white gowns
As every night they slowly fall
And in my senses drown

Carpet tiles wreathed in smiles
Lingering on my landing
Dumbly coloured and poorly lit
They have their understanding
Arriving packed in neat bound stacks
And pulled tight with a band
If laid out in certain shapes
A door to another land

Gaudy chalk in boxes marked
Lying there just for taking
No price or test of any sort
Just for pictures making
And beware to have some care
Of what you use them for
What drawings that you do create
Or they'll come back for more

Lyrics by P. Greatorex 27th October 2010.
Copyright © 2010 D & G Music/Explicit Music.

Music by G. Davies/P. Greatorex.

This arrangement by Dark Company.

Vocals and rhythm guitar recorded at Wud Records Studio One, Exeter, 2015.
Everything else recorded at Wud Records Studio One, Europe, 2020.
Engineered, mixed and produced at Wud Records Studio One, Central Europe, 2024.

Cover Art:
“Carpet Ladder” by Peter Greatorex
See: https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/dark-company/original-artwork-by-peter-greatorex/original-artwork-by-peter-greatorex-gallery-2/

Copyright ℗ 2025 Wud Records.

Performers:
‘Speedy’ Pete Greatorex – lead vocal
Zakk Black – lead and rhythm guitars
Barry Bridges - guitar
Maxx Damage – bass
Sven Stiglund – drums

FUN FACTS:
* This is a song that Pete never sang a proper studio version of and his vocals were lifted from the very rough demo and cleaned up a bit.
* Well, quite a lot actually. :)
* The original lead guitar had a dirty sound that simply didn't work, but when Zakk used a clean tone, all the parts suddenly sounded good.
* Pete actually deviated somewhat from the lyrics he wrote when he sang this, perhaps due to tiredness or being unable to see the lyrics very well.
* The melody he sings remains the same throughout if you want to try singing along.
* The key changes weave an audible illusion of variations that are not actually there.
* The lead guitar is played on Nicodemus.
* The guitar in the right channel is Barry on the ESP, with Zakk playing the Ice Maiden to the left.

See also:
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/dark-company/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/dark-company/a-for-acronym-cd-1-snafu/
https://linktr.ee/dark.company
https://www.explicitmusic.co.uk/lyrics-information/dark-company/a-for-acronym/rainy-afternoon

A for Acronym CD 1: SNAFU

Rainy Afternoon

Downloads

Dark Company: Rainy Afternoon (alpha mix)

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Hi, I'm Atlas!  I consider myself a lyricist.  I am leading my profile with full transparency.  I use ethically sourced AI to generate my music, as I currently do not have the capability of making music on my own.  If you like my (non-AI) lyrics and want to cooperate, please hit me up!

What is ethically-sourced AI?  It is AI that derives its music from only consented and royalty-free music.  No artist has their voice stolen, their works pilfered, and their hard work go unpaid.  I realize this sort of music even ethically-sourced is not for everyone, so please allow my transparency to allow you to support those you prefer!  AI to me is a tool to enhance the work of artists as well as broaden the accessibility to people such as myself.

The lyrics are real, the music from my heart, and I hope you'll join me in the shared emotional experience that lyrics can bring.  Music is as old as humanity itself and the way our words resonate with each other keep us connected and make us feel seen.

I’m a creator
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All songs are released into the public domain. 
Please feel free to download them.
No need to credit me, and you're even free to sell it if you like.
Hmm, but if you like it, I would love for you to help infected&spread my songs!
Link Free.  feel free to expose it anywhere you like.

I am a bacterium with mycolic acid on its surface.
I will damage your lungs.
And..... Smash commercialism.

I just post my own original music for me, but glad to share it here with you.

Is é Cultúr @ UCD cuntas Soundcloud Scoil na Gaeilge, an Léinn Cheiltigh agus an Bhéaloidis, UCD.

Cultúr @ UCD is the Soundcloud account of the School of Irish, Celtic Studies and Folklore, UCD.

Ní gá gurb ionann na tuairimí a nochtar anseo agus tuairimí na Scoile.

The views expressed here may not necessarily reflect the views of the School.

This SoundCloud is my Project Freeman Music 'Works In Progress' Platform.
Here are all the Demos I've captured of my Compositions to date, including my 'Songs of Freedom', which are categorised as Relating, Realisation, Remedy & Rebellion (and Revelry!) on the 'Road to Redemption', from Serf to Self, from Slave to Sovereign. 
The demos are of various quality, from the early 90's Gregorian to the present day... 
PLUS here I share audio of 'Project Freeman' presentations and interviews (these are more like podcasts, but some also include songs) 

The songs start off as rough demos in various playlists here, and are then added to the 'Project Freeman Music Official Releases' playlist once they are finished, recorded and released to the major music platforms. (You can get your own copies of these via my Bandcamp link below, with all proceeds going to support my work and causes).
Therefore the quality of the demos here varies enormously, from old 1990s amateur recordings on cassette tape, to amateur home studio demos, to raw acoustic demos on the road in the camper van, to overdubbed tracks on the move, to more polished finished works etc etc

I have over 200 songs at various stages of production. My aim is to gradually publish my complete catalogue online, so the main thing here is to 'hear how the song goes' not to be fussy about the quality of recordings or performances.
Also, 'Tracks' have not been shared here in any particular order, so more recent Tracks could actually be much older, poorer quality demos and it's not possible to change the order of the Tracks once they have been uploaded, so please bare all this in mind when listening to 'Tracks'. It's probably best to choose a 'Playlist' and go from there :)

If you're looking for the best quality versions of the songs please go straight to the 'Project Freeman Music Official Releases' playlist

Lastly, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!
Us amateur, unsigned artists don't have big budgets behind us to promote our works so I'm very grateful to you for stopping by my little corner of the internet and checking out what I'm up to ;)
The best gift you can give a song writer is to listen to their creations, so please know that I very much appreciate any plays and or re-posts & shares that you give my 'babies' ;)

Peace, love and freedom
Litmus A Freeman
Project Freeman Music

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SC don't do support so we're leaving, slowly. UK/EU rock label since 1984. Demos, oddities, archives, WIP. Releases on Bandcamp etc. AI-free zone. All reposts shared to BlueSky and 'X'.
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We're very sorry but we're still unable to reply to SC messages. We can read them but cannot reply. Please email info@wudrecords.co.uk instead. We answer most emails within a week.

ACTIVE ARTISTS:
Flicker, Dark Company, Pok the Bard, The Bastard Sons of Dennis

LEGACY ARTISTS:
Alchemeon, Clonk!, Dr Watson, The Ug Brothers, Alien Heat, Rough Terrain, The Subterraineans, The Addled Eggs, The Masters of Drone, Laughing Sun, Wud, Lemming Meringue, Sirius Rising, Now, Fooog Dinboffin and the Release, Mark Drower and the Everyones

ARCHIVE ARTISTS:
Andromeda, Critical Error, Dayglow, Demon Groove Lizards, Ember, Fruit Bats, Goodstaff, Guarana, Murdock, Prism, Pyg, Recluse, Search Party, Spacegoats, Stephen Yates, The Chillun, Watershed

* For DIY musicians:

Looking to grow your fanbase? Here's a proven strategy for success. It's a bit time-consuming at first because you need to work at it often. However, the awesome results will make it worth your while:

http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/be-discovered-on-social-media

That article was published in March 2017. While some of the links may no longer work, the theory absolutely will. Try it for yourself!

* Unfortunately...

Due to brexshit, broken britain, rip-off britain, corruption, lies and bias in the media, bigotry, racism, intolerance, polarisation, the fact that some of our family members would not be allowed to remain post-brexit, state-sponsored child trafficking (yes, that's right, we said it - it's pretty shocking, start reading from here if you don't believe it: https://forced-adoption.com/), an increasing sense of frustration and exasperation, and general total weariness of being treated with nothing but derision, ignorance and contempt by the entire shebang since the early 80s, we decided enough was enough and moved our entire operation from brexeter in the uk to begin our grand brexodus in 2017. We are now brefugees, living in brexile very near the border of the Czech Republic, Austria and Germany. If you live in (the crumbling remains of) the uk, do yourself a favour and leave. The upgrade in life quality will blow your mind.

* What do we stand for as a label?

We support all independent musicians who are doing something we find interesting. Our team members all have formal music education qualifications.

We are against corporate brainwash muzak, their puppet friends in the mass media, and many other corporate activities. We will fight their desecration of music until either it stops or we die. 

We believe in helping others in the face of corrupt laws and a broken system. We are pro democracy, green energy and free speech.

We're politically liberal. We cannot support the republicans, maga or gun violence in the usa. We don't see there's any real difference, other than in name, between the christian far right in the USA and the taliban in Afghanistan.

In the uk we are broadly pro LibDem/Green/Labour/SNP. We are VERY anti-tory, bnp, ukip, and any of their friends and associates. We have no trust at all in the uk right wing press monopoly and the bbc. Beware the bbc and its claims of neutrality. It is the propaganda mouthpiece of the tory party. It even charges a propaganda tax called the licence fee. But we like Test Match Special and Radio 6, so does that make us hypocrites...? Hmm.

We support independence for Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and Cornwall. We support the individual and the underdog. We are anti-putin and his war, and pro-Ukraine.

Please notice the careful use of capitals. Capital letters imply respect!

We're only interested in the colour of your soul. Not your skin, hair or socks.

We like cricket! Most of us support Somerset County Cricket Club.

Professional software developer. Amateur composer, photographer, chef. (Note I am not the other Geoffrey Falk in Toronto who writes music. That's Geoffrey David Falk, who often goes by just "Geoffrey Falk.")

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Я — Dimonator. Інженер за освітою, програміст за професією. А коли є час і натхнення — граю на гітарі й фортепіано, пишу музику та пісні.
У яких жанрах? Та в будь-яких. Але найчастіше — рок / метал.
Починав ще у школі. Тепер дістаю з архівів старе й додаю нове — публікую на стрімінгах і YouTube.
А ще на моєму YouTube-каналі є відео з паркур-фейлами (і не тільки). Саме звідти й зʼявився псевдонім Dimonator 😅

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