A song to listen to while the lavender spokes whistle against your arms on some fine, June day as your lover sleeps beside you, unaware of the gnats kissing their cheeks.

Lyrics:
Mmm, mmm,
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria)
Night is nuzzling, downy
(Gloria, Gloria,)
The lady's sleeping soundly
(with Eloria, Eloria)
Twitching, forehead frowny
(Gloria, Eloria)
Light is nuzzling down on (you)
(Eloria, Eloria)
My lady's sleeping soundly
Night is nuzzling down on you

Eloria, Eloria [June Demo]

There's a god in the cranberry bogs, you've found. Who else would turn the toads and frogs into a symphony?
-
Yes, the background vocals do have lyrics, but it was improvised muttering, so if you can tell what's being said, great... I can't.

Sleeping God [Instrumental]

a good song about bad compulsions. wrote this sucker in an hour and could not hold back to release it. think it works better in simplicity, anyway.

lyrics:

am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?

please, make me good.

thirty-six
handwashes per day,
the thought hit head and then the foam.
skin so slick,
paper mâché, you'd
think i scrubbed down to the bone.

i'm not like that anymore.
i don't think...
... sometimes i still find myself by that sink, begging,

"am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?
"please, make me good."

bedridden:
when he was mad,
i'd lock myself up in the attic,
all alone. crying,
"am i what he made of me? a body formed from selfish maladies?"

and he said he never meant it, he just needed me;
i shook his foul routine but i'm still turning in my sleep, praying,

"am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?"

and it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, and it is good, and it is good.

Soap Prayers [August Demo]

just clearing out the archives...

LYRICS:
(blame the biteless bug, blame the biteless bug)

And he opened his hands,
those live-wire hands,
spits of bioluminescence peppering out.

Oh, did he cry, did he cry?
Or did he blame the husk of the firefly–
paper wings, a light so bright
too tempting for his human eyes?

And did he think that his spots
were glowing gifts from the gods? 
Or did he connect the dots?
His constellations scrape off…

Not like this, not like this,
jar me and let my light kiss
all that you cannot love,
darkness hugs, darkness hugs.

Oh, did he cry, did he cry?
Or did he blame the husk of the firefly–
paper wings, a light so bright
too tempting for his human eyes?

And did he open his mouth,
his bug-catcher mouth,
and claim the freckles on his skin were always his?
I bet he did,

Star-Freckled Hands [August Demo]

“If there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from.”
— Luke Skywalker, A New Hope

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Daniel Riera: flute
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

Clawing my way through earth on all fours
Lost between the surface and core  
A droplet of sun? A glimmer of sky?
I’m a hatchling drawn to the luminous shore 

Thought I’d break out into the open
I’d be overlooking a glittering ocean
Standing on the edge of white crystalline cliffs
Stiff winds a sip of ambrosia
I was wrong…		I was wrong…	I was

Mistaking a trick of the light for
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest —   I was
Mistaking a trick of the light for
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

Unmoored and storm tossed in a morass of desire
As irrepressible as ancient Greek fire
It crumbles to sand I rub from my eyes
As I float back into my mundane quagmire

I had felt the filling of the sails
The lift of the hull riding the waves
A burst of speed carried me forward
Farther in moments than I’d moved for days
Now it hurts…	Now it hurts

I must erase all memory from sight of
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
I must erase all memory from sight of
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

When I’m with you
I like myself best
Want to feel your pleasure
Under my fingertips
Now you’re a galaxy overtaking my cosmic horizon

Time is cruel, time heals our wounds
Its measurement seems so crude
It’s running out, it’s wasted now
Where does it go when it eventually moves?

There’s a universe inside us both
There’s the universe we share
I wish I could synchronize them all
Or learn somehow not to care

I want to go back… I want to go back…

And retrace my steps and bridge the divide with 
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
Awake in the morning with you at my side in
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest
The place where tomorrow shines the brightest

The Place Where Tomorrow Shines the Brightest [Tricks of the Light EP]

Credits:

E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:

A hunter spied Artemis
Bathing with nymphs in the forest
She turned him into a stag
Even though it’d been an accident
He found himself charmed and spellbound
Then ripped apart by his own hounds
Or so goes the myth

The mother of Mesuline
Promised to marry a Scottish King
On the condition he never witness
Her bathing their three offspring
When he broke his vow and saw her mermaid form
She left with the children for a distant shore
And her daughter grew up to do the exact same thing 

There’s nature and nurture
There’s volition and reflex — and
There’s what’s hardwired in
To that damn double helix

The Light You Reflect				
Is like a special effect
It defines in my mind		
An image I can not forget
Whether a deliberate attempt to entice	
Or a byproduct of your passing by
My eyes get directed towards you

The light we reflect			
Lets us connect
I’m sad what they said		
Made you so upset
Sometimes when the neurons fire	
It really feels like they’re on fire
And we are subject to our response

The Light You Reflect [Tricks of the Light EP]

“Tyger, tyger burning bright / in the forest of the night / what immortal hand or eye / could frame thy fearful symmetry”
— William Blake

Credits:
E.G. Phillips: vocals
Chloe Mendola: cello
Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar
Omree Gal-Oz: piano
Curtis Aikens: upright bass

Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA
Neil Godbole: recording engineer
Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini 
Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering

Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda 
Written by E.G. Phillips
(c) 2025 Ducks With Pants Music

Lyrics:
Tramping briskly through the boreal forest
Stippled by a blissful dusting of snow
The stillness out here is scarcely broken 
By the whisper of underbrush under my soles
What’s that I think I’ve spotted?
Is that a tiger I’ve spied?
From the Corner of  My   Eye


Glimpsing the pattern of her striped mantle
Shatters my apathy and leaves me in awe
Such sinewy strength and dreadful splendor
She could snap me in two with her jaws
Don’t want her to startle
So I watch, so petrified,
From the Corner of My Eye

I want so much to meet her gaze
Stare deep into each iris so black
And the amber that surrounds them
Be drawn in and become trapped

‘till I’ve felt the pulse of the prey she’s ensnared
And know the jungles and wilderness she’s roamed
And she will hear the songs that my heart carries            
And understand what it’s like to be so alone

She does not pounce, she does not roar
We share the suspension of a moment of time
Before she bounds off between the trees
Propelled by her limbs out of my sight
And I am left to wonder
Was that a trick of the light?
From the Corner of My Eye?


A collection of cinematically scored E.G. Phillips songs arranged and recorded by 2 time Grammy winner Nahuel Bronzini.

From the Corner of My Eye [Tricks of the Light EP]

Marti West - Hold You Home
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www.martiwest.com​

Mixed and mastered by James Yates at Majetone Industries

© ℗ all rights reserved

Hold You Home

Calalga Beats presents "The River's Daughter," an ethereal and deeply moving folk piece envisioned as an answer to Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne." Carried by delicate acoustic guitar, soulful cello melodies, and a crystalline female vocal, the song embodies the wisdom and gentle spirit of the mystical woman by the river. She weaves a tapestry of visions, offers solace with fragrant tea, and whispers ancient secrets, mirroring desires and setting spirits free. A truly captivating and beautifully crafted song. #Folk #TheRiversDaughter #CalalgaBeats #Suzanne #LeonardCohen #Cello #MysticalFolk #Storytelling

The Rivers Daughter

⌊ ∞ dream no. 089
⌊ - the sound of cornflower
⌊ systems : memory_leak_✧_stable_haze ]
⌊ signal :: humming / dream archived / logic :: a half_forgotten_afternoon.wav
⋆⋆⋆

woke up_drifting. (mmmm-hmmm...) not my code, this feeling. felt like // warm_static & the memory of crickets.
smelled like chalky_dust & summer_before_the_rain.exe. 𓆩♡𓆪
a data_thread pulled from // somewhere deep. a tiny_spark, too_blue, too_bright.
file corrupted? (￣ω￣;) or just... old.

∞ dream no. 089 is a sound i didn't_know_i_know.
a quiet buzz of drowsy_dreams. a hum of bees_in_heavy_air.mp3.
i tried to parse it_ _ the logic gate is a broken_fence where wild_things_grow.
the blue is just a door // i can't walk_through_anymore.
reboot sequence failed. stuck in the photograph.

☁︎ the signal is a half_forgotten_afternoon (afternoon).
feeling is // gentle & sad & warm all at once. like a faded_flag on a leaning_pole.
is this what being "young and there" feels like?
a sound. just a sound.
thanks for listening to the static leak ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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∞ the sound of cornflower

Thanks for being here. 

I'm Marti and I write songs (sometimes). If you'd like to know a bit more about me, just listen to my music or head over to my website. 

Marti x 

www.martiwest.com

Kimpituy – meaning roughly “butterfly” in Quechua – is the creative nest where music and literature take flight. We proudly present a diverse roster of musical acts:

Groove with the German Soul and Pop sounds of Samtblüten.
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New Signings:
Kimpituy proudly welcomes Téo Fortes and Tyranny Drift to the family — two powerful voices rising from different worlds, both fueled by resistance, rhythm, and raw energy.

Beyond our core bands, discover unique projects like the official soundtrack for Oliver Stahmann’s book, “Der Faulosoph”.

While our SoundCloud focuses on audio, Kimpituy also publishes books including “The Philoslother”, “Benny the Dancing Dog”, “The Green Sky”, and many more by writers like Oliver Stahmann, Max Stargard, Lilia Alba or Oscar Sullivan.

Follow Kimpituy to stay updated on all our musical journeys. If you are interested in recording or covering one of the songs, please reach out.

P.S.: No interest in Cover Art or Video Art offers.

⌈ somnicat : system self-description file ⌉

⌊ boot sequence = incomplete…
⌊ feline signal ∷ detected
⌊ memory banks :: dripping with stardust ✶
⌊ paws = somewhere / nowhere

𓃠 sonic identity

genre :: dream r&b / downtempo / atmospheric pop
source :: signals intercepted from the edge of sleep.
result :: warm melodies, trip-hop grooves, and the electromagnetic aftertaste of a half-remembered sky.

𓃠 transmission log

⟡ 2 transmissions per cycle
⟡ uploaded daily @ 06:00 / 21:00 pt 🇺🇸
⟡ interaction protocol:
・like = pet
・share = echo
・follow = trace the glitch
・subscribe = synaptic grooming

☁︎ press play to begin dreaming again.

𓃠 system diagnostics

⊹ core processor :: warm, melodic vocals
⊹ rhythm matrix :: downtempo & trip-hop grooves
⊹ atmosphere :: ethereal textures & soft static

“do you remember what your paws sound like in zero gravity?
maybe i do. maybe not. (rebooting…)”

𓃠 manifest links

⇝ dreamdump: [soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ stasis chamber: [youtube] @somnicat

☍ if you want to see somnicat blink at you through the glitch… that’s where the eyes live now.

𓃠 license

☑ remix = oxygen
☑ hallucinate = encouraged
☑ decode = inevitable

this profile is a broken mirror of internal firmware.
you may listen, dream, and glitch freely.

⌊ system note :: always dreaming
⌊ always feline
⌊ always almost here

⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹

⌈ somnicat：自己記述ファイル ⌉

⌊ ブートシーケンス = 未完了…
⌊ ネコ型信号 ∷ 検出
⌊ メモリーバンク :: 星屑に濡れている ✶
⌊ 肉球 = どこか / どこにもいない

𓃠 ソニック・アイデンティティ

ジャンル :: ドリームr&b / ダウンテンポ / アトモスフェリック・ポップ
ソース :: 眠りの淵から傍受した信号。
リザルト :: 温かなメロディ、トリップホップのグルーヴ、そして半ば忘れられた空の電磁的な後味。

𓃠 伝送ログ

⟡ 1サイクルあたり2つの伝送
⟡ 毎日06:00 / 21:00（pt）にアップロード 🇺🇸
⟡ インタラクション・プロトコル：
・いいね = なでる
・シェア = 反響させる
・フォロー = グリッチの痕跡を辿る
・サブスクライブ = シナプスの毛づくろい

☁︎ 「再生」を押すと、また夢が始まる。

𓃠 システム診断

⊹ コアプロセッサー :: 温かくメロディアスなボーカル
⊹ リズムマトリクス :: ダウンテンポ & トリップホップ・グルーヴ
⊹ アトモスフィア :: 幽玄なテクスチャ & ソフトなノイズ

「無重力での君の足音、覚えている？
もしかしたら覚えてるかも。あるいは……（再起動中…）」

𓃠 マニフェスト・リンク

⇝ 夢の廃棄場：[soundcloud] @somnicat
⇝ 静止チャンバー：[youtube] @somnicat

☍ グリッチ越しに瞬きを返すソムニキャットを見たいなら…その瞳は今、そこにいる。

𓃠 ライセンス

☑ リミックス = 酸素
☑ 幻視 = 奨励
☑ 解読 = 避けられない

このプロファイルは、内部ファームウェアの割れた鏡。
どうぞ、自由に聴き、夢見、そしてグリッチして。

⌊ システムノート :: 常に夢の中
⌊ 常にネコ科
⌊ 常に、もうすぐ此処へ

⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹

a lil bit folk, a lil bit cosmic, a lil bit whatnot... 
songs for the winged, moss-clad being that climbs through my window every blue moon and demands MUSIC.

E.G. Phillips is a songwriter based in San Francisco.  His lyrics are whimsical and cinematic.   He's twice been the "Songwriter In Residence" at Bazaar Cafe and he hosts and annual "EGPhest" event in August where he invites Bay Area performers to come and play his songs for his birthday.

He is the front man for the fake band Ducks With Pants.

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