Bridges - Followers 432Hz

Who ya following now? 

Followers 432Hz

Quoting Lizards 432Hz

Scars 432Hz

Enigmatic, drone-like vibes to drift you off down the flow of time. The Nile is a wonderful river, feel its ethereal current take you to the lands of Khartoum and beyond, eventually hitting Giza and the Great Pyramids and the Sphinx. Behold the land of Kemet!

Khartoum - 432hz

Mercurio

A new demo. I'd love to get some extra parts down to this. It's a rough diamond at the moment. When I get some kit, I will address the issues and refine this demo. 

Enjoy for now! 

All We Ever Know

A song about the poisonous lives we are forced to endure. Aspartame is approved by the FDA, big buddies of the Big Pharma companies, so whilst we all get ill and die off of this junk, they make quick bucks. 

Think for yourself, it's the greatest thing you'll ever know. 

Aspartame (E951)

A concept myself and a long-time friend have been working on. It's a musical journey. No vocals, but if you have a good enough voice/melody, feel free to get involved. We need you! 

Tiempo Templo

November In Paris

A 13-tone voyage through the chakras of the Kundalini.

Recorded with A tuned to 432Hz.

C-C#-D-D#-E-F-F#-G-G#-A-A#-B-C

13 Tone Chakra Meditation 432Hz

An ode to the working classes of the wartime eras.

Lyrics: 

I was a Pilot's son
Off he goes, dropping his bombs
And the people lining the streets
And there's nothing to see around here
Just red bricks, loose clogs and fear. 

Ev'ry day I'm watching the press
Strained mi neck, ear on the wireless
And the raids have been a success
But there's no news of Dad to hear
Just mi world swallowed up by fear. 

Off a go, all by miself
Took his gun from off the top shelf
And mi mum, I feel for her health
But there's no stopping this young lad
As he goes out to find his Dad. 

Traipsin' through the fields of death
All the smoke, takes up mi breath
And I know I'm out of mi depth
But the search goes on for his friend
The man whose life, his depends

Father slain, led by 'trench
Been betrayed, face was all clenched
And I'll never forget the stench
And there's nothing to see around here
Just dead men, loose clogs and fear. 

And so maybe you'll listen to me
Only love, can set thee free

Lost Boys

The Above + Below. 

Music. Mathematics. Metaphysics.

The Above and Below

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