Sometimes the most rusted and worn things have an undeniable charm. Some things are better with age and this track is one of them. I've worked longer and more meticulously on this than most of my creations and I'm excited for you to hear what the effort has accomplished! Synth sequencing on the Synthstrom Deluge, bass and lead on the ASM Hydrasynth, chords on the Artuia MicroFreak, arpeggiator synthetic on Izotope Iris, drums on Superior Drummer 3. Music Video on YouTube https://youtu.be/noZVWwh1ptQ

Better With Age

For all the introverts...

LYRICS

Hey, I hope you didn't take it the wrong way
When I blanked you in the street last Thursday
I was pretending to check my phone
Because I wanted to be left on my own

And it's not that I don't really like you
I hope that you can understand

I'm not trying to be rude or curt
I'm sorry that your feelings hurt
But man I'm just an introvert
And sometimes it feels like an extrovert's world

I see your number flash as my phone rings
And inside I am silently dying
Why can't you put it down in an email
Or better yet just don't even try me

Because talking on the phone makes me nervous
I wish that it was otherwise

I'm not trying to be rude or curt
I'm sorry that your feelings hurt
But man I'm just an introvert
And sometimes it feels like an extrovert's world

So keep it down in the cheap seats
Can’t you see the Do Not Disturb?
Keep me out of your shit  Tweets
Not everybody needs their voice heard

I'm not trying to be rude or curt
I'm sorry that your feelings hurt
But man I'm just an introvert
And sometimes it feels like an extrovert's world
Sometimes it feels like an extrovert's world
Sometimes it feels like an extrovert's world

Confessions Of An Introvert

Roll The Dice

wouldn't have any other way/they are both great/ no mistake

Diff. Strokes /Different Kids/Way That It Is

My Girlfriends Back (cover)

The increasing digital hands across your mouth & eyes War is Peace Freedom is Slavery Ignorance is Strength. ..If you want a picture of the future imagine a digital boot stamping on a human face -forever. Thanks for listening 🤗🙏 ( this a live one shot recording  tweaking on the fly)

1984 Snortin' At Your Door Pt1 (Ring the Alarm mix) One shot live Dawless recording

Transitions

Up To The Sky

An old and accomplished matador  is sitting on the porch of his hacienda  in the North of Spain, smoking a pipe and reminiscing about the glory days of a colourful life he has lived. Love,fame, deception... he had it all and he would never change a thing!

Mixing Spanish flavour with Electro.... decided  to travel to la España today....

La Vida Colorida Del Matator (The Colourful Life of A Matador)

Jupiter Morrow’s Run Into the Sky begins with a vision of the incorruptible, then plunges into the grit of the earth — anthems, chaos, and fractured voices — before circling back toward light. It’s an album of transformation, where skin, sound, and even the universe itself are shed like old clothing. Modern rock collides with electronic fusion, avant-garde surrealism, and cinematic crescendos in a journey that breaks apart only to rise again. A modern rock odyssey of shedding the corruptible and rising into the incorruptible.

Echo Chambers

Text:
Verse 1
First cry, first breath, the world begins,
Tiny hands held in your mother’s skin.
Raised by voices, taught by time,
The roots you carry, the place you find.

Verse 2
Schoolyard dreams and questions loud,
What will I be, will I make them proud?
The years roll forward, the answers hide,
But life keeps pushing, a restless tide.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

(solo)

Verse 3
Your first son cries, and your heart explodes,
You show him proudly to the ones you know.
Parents fading, the torch is passed,
The mirror whispers: nothing lasts.

Verse 4
Leaders change, the flags will burn,
Wars are fought, and still we learn.
In your small world there’s peace to find,
A fragile gift in a fragile time.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

Bridge
Are you happy, do you feel alive?
In a million stories, we survive.
Every birth, every goodbye,
A single thread in the endless sky.

(solo)

Final Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The crown, the dust, the voice that calls.
We walk, we run, we fight, we stall,
But in the end — we’re part of all.

Outro
Before the answer ever comes,
The circle closes, the song is sung.
And you return, where you belong…
Part of all.

Roll The Dice

The Quiet Barber