its nice sounding how low the beat goes. cool instrumental.

Smoke Patterns

Artwork: Fractured Fractals
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Tensor- Hush (Album: Smoke Patterns)

Smoke Patterns:
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Tensor- She Leaves (Album: Smoke Patterns)

Tensor- Her Eyes (Album: Smoke Patterns)

Smoke Patterns:
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Tensor- Disregard Spirals (Album: Smoke Patterns)



Smoke Patterns:
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Tensor- Again (Album: Smoke Patterns)

“St. Anger is my favourite Metallica album. For this song I had so much fun being creative and leaning into the sound and spirit of that record. The lyrics are inspired by an experience I had following a caffeine detox; I accidentally ordered regular instead of decaf, which led to an afternoon of the shakes and shivers. st. caffeine = frantic.” 

st. caffeine = frantic. 

Adrenaline right to the heart
I’m circling the pain 
Sweating and blood rush
Attention electrified 
Meeting my match and feeling my pain 
An earthquake inside

A shot takes me
It makes me sick
A devils kiss from from this hit
(caffeine = frantic.)
A puncturing wound from the mud
Hanging on to its grip 
caffeine = frantic.

Holding it inside
I won’t go back again 
Caffeine intake
My shell here remains
Pollution
So toxic
A torture
A lesson from my mistake
This wrong order 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

st. caffeine = frantic.

J-Dormant Volcano

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Coffee Shop

This is a re-upload of a track that was recorded a few years ago.  It was originally recorded in 2023, and it consists of 3 different segments of sitar and drum jams spliced together with subsequent sitar and bass tracks added after.  Drums were played by Mick Mack, sitar and bass by Gremescer Fuckburger.  I generally like the way it turned out, but I always wished I had tuned the sitar better before recording.  I have edited this track a bit to fix some of the tuning issues, but there is only so much I can do.  Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Orchid (Remastered)

Original Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Mike.
Vocals, instrumentation and mix by Mike Fox.

HE GREW UP BACK IN THE DAY
WITH TWO GUITARS IN THE HOUSE
ONE WAS SPECIAL TO HIS MOM
NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY

IT BELONGED TO HIS UNCLE
THEY CALLED THE GUITAR MAN
THAT WAS KILLED IN THE BIG WAR
NEVER GOT TO PLAY IN A BAND

(CHORUS)
HE WROTE THIS SONG
ABOUT THE GUITAR MAN
HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM
OR WRITE A SONG WITH HIM
PRAY HE'S UP IN HEAVEN
PLAYING IN A BAND

HE CARRIED HIS GUITAR 
EVERYWHERE HE WENT
ALWAYS HAPPY TO PLAY
HIS PLAYING WAS HEAVEN SENT

(GUITAR SOLO)

THEY ALWAYS SAID HIS UNCLE A. J.
WOULD BE A STAR SOMEDAY
BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS
HE HAD A BIGER PRICE TO PAY

HIS MAMA GAVE THE GUITAR AWAY
CAUSE NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY
IT WAS JUST COLLECTING DUST
WISHES HE HAD THAT FLAT TOP TODAY

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2025 (C) Lyric by Tony Harris

Playing in a Band - Collaboration by Tony Harris and Mike Fox

Piano et Basse.

 Glow of War (orchestral version).
https://on.soundcloud.com/QeP5uWaHOZelqihSCn

Inclus dans la série  REPETITION
https://on.soundcloud.com/Xg40rCInFLg7JwsBMz

Glow of War  (piano version)

Inspired by Sergei Rachmaninoff's Sonata No.2 in B Flat Minor Op.36
Overwhelmed by the pain and suffering of mortal men, women and children, she pleads for divine intervention.

Her Prayer

In time for Halloween, or the End of the World.
Dark, brooding, pondering of the state of things, real and imagined, current, past, or future (political subterfuge through music?)

Track 3 of the songs collected in the Life In Tense collection on Wix: https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons
Art - courtesy of Dan the Man Wigmore -https://www.youtube.com/@cdneh6343

* sample from Orson Wells -Citizen Cane
** the emphasis on the "s" sounds...hints of a snake in the garden?

Lyrics:

Come one day, in a rainy conversation
Come one day, the tether line will snap
Come one moment one cover story blown
Come one truth, one smoking gun exposed

Come one day (x8)

Come one day, one coffee never sipped
Come one day, you're mentally unfit
Come one moment, the lie becomes what's true
Come one truth, there's no good guy to your rescue

Come one day (x2)

Instrumental

Chill Lo-Fi Interlude)

Come one day, there's a slip upon the rocks
Come one day, there's blood poolin' in the docks
Come one moment, a witness hesitates
Come one truth, arrives a moment late...


Come one day, the TV crackled noise
Come one day, politicians lost their voice(s)
Come one moment, we'll all run out of straws
Come one Truth, the Angel brought a chainsaw

The angel has a chainsaw (x2)


Come one day… (x4)

(Lo-Fi Outro)

Wigmore: Music, lyrics, vocals, production
Allen: Lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars

Angel Has A Chainsaw

Give me a minute 
I hear you knocking on my front door
Middle of the night
Banging away, gonna give you what for

Brother got here without a warning
From out of town
Kids are hungry, haven’t ate all day
Spare some peanut butter and bread 

Why can’t he find somebody besides me
He knows I’ve already locked my door

Hey neighbor I said
I’m tired and here you got me out of bed
Got to get up early for work in the morning 
Come back tomorrow, take care of you then

Understanding my situation
Yet we continue 
He’ll say the best solution
Give him what he came for
That’s why you never give up
Til you get what you came for

He started begging and pleading 
These doggone kids are hungry now
Sorry can’t wait until tomorrow
Open the door, help a brother out

Why can’t he find somebody besides me
Don’t give up til you get what you came for



Already Locked My Door

Tensor, the sniffling weirdo

[(1/n)th] Radio for the Daydreamers


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Tensor- Again (Album: Smoke Patterns)

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