The Forest Army - Thousand Signs

Fall 2025

20251016 Mix 6

Copy of Your Mix 3

King Chico Music

Copy of Ora Belle

🦉The Forest Army🌳

I had a dream to be a basketball player when I was very young.I gave it up, but kept watching ball games for years. I wrote this song Inspired by the great players’ super plays and strong minds.
And this is a song for all the people who are fighting in the life.

Lyrics 

Just wannabe my self, Stand!
Don’t know what to do
I know without ( what) I used to be
 Ice cold in my hands , upside down to sky

Tried to understand 
Let you know
Take my hands tonight 

I see you , Shooting Star to flow inside
Befalling Rising Stars, too grace

I can’t take my eyes off all of you
If you down I’ll be staying with you 
If you fall (you) could be staying with me

DoRight

Using Paul Revere's famous night-time ride alerting people of the coming of the red coats, Light The Lanterns serves as a contemporary warning to light the lanterns again, this time, for the enemy within the US Administration.
Smart people doing wrong always perplexes me.
Religious people supporting wrong raises concerns about faith claims of following truth.
Political parties  and governments oppressing people causes alarms to ring out.

Track 10 from the 2025 Album called Fringe, available at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Light The Lanterns

V1
In a world that's confusing
When the Sheriffs are the bad guys
When the ones with the masks on
Are putting cuffs on the good guys
When the ones being locked up
May be the ones that we needed

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it


V2 
When they tax the poor ones,
And give it back to the rich ones
When the constitution becomes
the  whim of a convicted felon
Maybe it's time for Paul Revere 
to light the lantern ( to light the lanterns)

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it

How can something wrong, seem so right, for some 
Right for some (yeah yeah)yeah yeah
How can something wrong, seem so right, for some
Right for some 
Something wrong was right
Something wrong not right
Something wrong but right
Something

Wigmore: Lyrics, Vocals, Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Bass

Wigmore Allen Gibbons - Light The Lanterns

Special thanks to Marty for his cappella ....

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-liberation-spoken-word

Lyrics: 

Our bodies are enslaved, but our minds and our spirits do not have to be. Do not fear thinking outside what is considered normal, do not fear to think unlike your peers. If they judge you, let them; their opinions are of ill importance; what matters is your heart, what matters is the truth. This physical existence is but only a short chapter in the epic tale of you and I; a tale that connects us all and stretches throughout eternity.

As your lives are spent working day in and day out to reach the a-typical material goals, ask yourself in a deeper sense: are you happy? Do you know true happiness? Or do you merely find comfort within the confines of societal boundaries because it is safer to follow the majority?

Liberate your spirit; even if it means being criticised, even if it means being considered abnormal;

 everyone has the right and/or power to be themselves, we just need to break free from the shackles of fear which hold us back from revealing what is behind the mask.

LIBERATION. 🎧

44-10.

This song has the theme of darkness and light, and at the end it develops to the point where the light of hope shines down forever. May the Infinite light, the light of hope, gently and beautifully illuminate everything.

The lyrics are as follows:
幾多の壁を超えて
癒えない夜を超えて

翼を　　
いまあの空へとはばたけ

光のように強く　研ぎ澄まされた
愛は心は　この翼に響く

あぁ 時のように風に乗せて
さぁ この光を届けよう　いつまでも

嵐の闇が来ても
（輝け　いま）
漆黒の闇が来ても
（輝け　いま　はばたけ）
わたしは新しい空へ翔ける

光のように強く　研ぎ澄まされた
愛は心は　この翼に響く
あぁ 時のように　風に乗せて
さぁ この光を届けよう　どこまでも

永遠の光が強く輝く
全てを照らして美しい画を描く

この暗闇を　寂しさを
忘れたいから　光る流線になる

誰より強く　研ぎ澄まされた
あぁ　私はこの翼を信じる

羽ばたけ　どこまでも
輝け　いつまでも


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【English Translation】

Beyond countless walls,
Beyond the nights that never healed,

Spread your wings—
Now, soar toward that distant sky.

As radiant as light, refined and strong,
Love and heart resound within these wings.

Ah, like time itself, carried by the wind—
Come, let this light be delivered—forevermore.

Even when the stormy darkness comes,
(Shine—now!)
Even when the pitch-black night descends,
(Shine—now, take flight!)
I will rise toward a brand-new sky.

As radiant as light, refined and strong,
Love and heart resound within these wings.
Ah, like time itself, carried by the wind—
Come, let this light be delivered—everywhere.

The eternal light shines ever brighter,
Illuminating all, painting a beautiful scene.

Because I want to forget
This darkness, this loneliness—
I’ll become a trail of shining light.

Stronger than anyone, refined and true,
Ah, I believe in these wings.

Fly—beyond all boundaries.
Shine—forevermore.
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I hope this song reaches your heart. 
Thank you so much for listening.

This is an original track.
I recorded the guitar, bass, piano and drums myself.Some elements like certain string parts, ambient sounds, and subtle adjustments were programmed using MIDI — although some of the string sounds were also played and recorded using an electric piano.
This track features vocals by Koharu Rikka (小春六花), a singing voice synthesizer.

The Infinite Light

Chiara:  Vocals, Girl on the Photography
Nino Chikviladze:  Violin
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vocals

This song is based on a poem by Tim Cannon who passed away three years ago. 
Thanks so much, Chiara & Nino!

Bright Eyes  ft. CHIARA

Every Whisper (Remix 2025)

Grace Jones - Pull up to my bumper (Da skinstad dirty remix) Finale version

Remixes

Dignity (Remix 2025)

Longing (Rework 2025)

Looking Back (Remix 2025

Looking Back (Remix 2025)

The Quiet Manifesto began on July 2nd, with an ache I couldn’t name and the whisper: “write a song about it.”
Eighteen days later, on July 20th, 2025, silence returned, the pain in my body lifted, and I felt as if I was born again.

I first wrote these words as a silent manifesto about truth, vulnerability, and connection. I shared them with Marol, who gave them music and space to breathe. His composition and production shaped a place where word and sound could meet.

This song carries a vow: to stay true, to remain whole, to let art witness healing. It is deeply personal — yet maybe it belongs to anyone who has ever missed themselves, and then found the courage to return.

The Quiet Manifesto

Listen to the underground (Remix)

Rework 2025

Devilish People (Rework 2025)

Old song remixed today 

I hear a riff in the clouds so high 
Strings bending like angels sigh 
A melody that won't let me cry 
Are there guitars in heaven 
Do they shine Do they glow 
Do they play the songs we know 
Are there guitars in heaven 
Strings of gold Frets of light 
Echoing through the endless night 
I see a chord painted on the sky 
Six lines drawn where dreams won't die 
A pic in the wind It whispers why 
Can you hear the sound 
Breaking through the ground 
Are there guitars in heaven 
Do they shine Do they glow 
Do they play the songs we know 
Are there guitars in heaven 
Strings of gold Frets of light 
Echoing through the endless night 
Play me a solo Soft and slow 
Let it burn Let it show 
If there's a stage where spirits go

Are there guitars in heaven .mp3

When you're dreamin' of her
Oh
The way she walks
And the way she talks
And the way she moves
And the way she grooves
Ooh-ooh-ooh
It's me

Now
The way she plays
And the way she sways
And the way she rides
And the way she slides
Oh
I know you want her
And the way she feels
And the way she heals
And the way she dances
And takes her chances
I know you want her

It's me

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause I'm all that
'cause I'm all that
'cause I'm all that
'Cause I'm all that
'cause I'm all that
'cause I'm all that

[Chorus]
I'm gonna be your sexy girl
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Your sexy girl
I'm gonna be your sexy girl
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Your sexy girl
I'm gonna be your sexy girl
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Your sexy girl
I'm gonna be your sexy girl
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Your sexy girl

[Post-Chorus]
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl
Gonna be your sexy girl

SEXY GIRL

Worlds Aglow

- Picture -
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist Editor. Shyntwirl
Lightning Editor. Shyntwirl
Effects. Shyntwirl

- Music -
Producer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Structure. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Developer. Shyntwirl
Reverb. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Synthesizers. Shyntwirl
Piano. Shyntwirl
Harp. Shyntwirl
Guitar. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl

[New Single]

PROD. Shyntwirl

Shyntwirl - Ashes Of The Phoenix On My Skin

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

This isn’t a threat; it’s a WARNING. When chaos rules, the system comes hard.

Chicago

All rights reserved 9/25/2025

We used to know how to read a room
Knew exactly what to say…
Now we’re divin in too deep
Never losing any sleep
in the bed we made

We used to take the time 
To see another point of view 
Now we toe another line
Like a party to a crime
In the bed we made…

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

Why did you have to come around
as if you’ve made some kind of grade
My ears don't want to hear 
Now would you please just disappear
in the bed we made

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

The Bed We Made

There is light at the end of the darkened tunnel. No matter what happens in life hopefully there is a way to find happiness! 




Yon wind howls o'er the craggy hill
 The heather bends But it won’t be still 
A wee bairn cries doon by the burn 
Auld ghosts linger They ne’er return  

Dinnae fash The stars will guide 
The tide it turns Nae need tae hide  

Under the heather moon We’ll bide 
Wi' secrets whispered Side by side 
Oor hearts beat wild Wi' love sae true
 Forever lost under skies sae blue  

Auld stones watch fae the ancient glen 
Whisperin' tales o’ forgotten men 
The bracken dances A fiery sea 
Hame feels far But ye're here wi’ me  

Under the heather moon We’ll bide 
Wi' secrets whispered Side by side 
Oor hearts beat wild Wi' love sae true 
Forever lost under skies sae blue  

The world may crumble Hills may fall 
But in yer arms I’ll brave it all 
The loch may freeze The trees may bow
 But love like this It won’t break now

Under the heather moon .mp3

Remixes 2925

Firefly (Ambient Remix)

Gimme / feat. Patricia Edwards / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/16204/gimme-89bpm-pop-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
Paploviante:
E Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Picture: AI Perchance

Gimme feat. Patricia Edwards-Papploviante

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Lyrics © 2025 Ora Belle. All rights reserved.

“Tattoo the Trigger” came from the confusion that follows a panic moment, when your body remembers something your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.
It’s about transforming fear into ownership. Turning what haunted me into art, so it could never control me again.

It’s for anyone who’s faced themselves when it would’ve been easier to run.
For the ones who choose to stay present in the chaos long enough to understand it.

Thank you for listening❤️

Tattoo the Trigger

The music for this song was written years ago for a different band I was in.  The original title was "Where's Tomorrow Go?" and had different lyrics, and was sung by another singer.  Unfortunately, that band is no longer active, and I always liked the instrumental I'd made for this tune, so I finally decided to redo it with my own lyrics and vocals.  I figure a more serious song is in order after my last upload.  I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Another wasted day has come to pass
Another page left blank in my book
Even if I try to scribble something down
Who the hell would ever want to take a look
I just can’t think of where to start it all
But I think I know how it will end
The second act is dragging on for too long
As I figure out the message it will send

Always find myself needing to be the villain
Could never see myself being the lead
A good protagonist needs to be stimulating
Something to relate to that I don’t have, but I need
I suppose I’m just looking for an excuse
To justify my existential dread
The prologue doesn’t lead up to any intro
Will I have the nerve to write any words before I’m dead 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my vocabulary
Or if it’s lack of motivation
That prevents me from articulating the words
That would paint the mental illustration
A picturesque account of something more than life
To be remembered for the ages to come
Can I be the hero, or the mischief maker?
Can I find the courage to do what must be done?

In a hundred years will there be anything
Left to prove that I existed at all
What would it take for people to remember me?
A legendary rise to fame, then perhaps a great fall
Good deeds are so often forgotten about
Yet evil doings are immortalized
Who remembers the benevolent Roman Leaders
When the evil ones intrigue us more

The Book Of Life

Mom



Mom with a smile upon her lips  
Hides her thoughts behind her face  
And asks how your day has gone  
But no one asks her how hers was  
  
And she never seems to know fatigue  
Always ready to give a gentle touch  
And mom grasps the meaning of life  
What a blessing to have her also as a friend  
  
Mom’s like a hurricane in her power  
But she holds my hand with tender care  
Quietly following every step I take  
Like an angel at my side and I can feel it  
  
She’s a tidy garden always in bloom  
Spreading colors deep inside the heart  
And with her love she scents existence  
It’s impossible to think of life without her  
  
Just by listening to her breath  
Like a lighthouse that stays forever lit  
She guides me safely into the harbor  
And I give her that long-awaited embrace  
Just by listening to her breath  
She asks if I need a helping hand  
And wants to strengthen all my remedies  
With a kiss now placedes    
  
Mom flips through an album like a ritual  
Filled with photos of memories past  
And smiles, pointing at each one with her finger  
I’m moved by the weight of her gazes  
  
Like a writing read between the lines  
Even as time slows down her hours  
I see it clearly in her eyes and wrinkles  
That forever I will be within her heart  
  
Just by listening to her breath  
Like a lighthouse that stays forever lit  
She guides me safely into the harbor  
And I give her that long-awaited embrace  
Just by listening to her breath  
She asks if I need a helping hand  
And wants to strengthen all my remedies  
With a kiss now placed so softly on tiptoes  
  
With a kiss now placed so softly on tiptoes

Homeless Ahead (Caution).

⚠️ Warning:
May cause sudden nostalgia, soft smiles, and memories of someone who never knew what they meant to you.

Tailor Made (Synth-pop)

Simple, But Rare

Spaghetti Bolognese and Snickers Bars

We are an electronic pop duo with a connection to nature and trees, which have great healing powers🙏🦉🌳


Main & backing vocals & lyrics & connection with nature & the hidden people of the forest & Mixes & Remixes & near field recording & pictures
Heidi K: https://soundcloud.com/heidijks

Music production by Jeamland
https://soundcloud.com/mortenjeamland

℗2025 Lumi Records

In deepest connection:
Child of Nature: @childofnature
The Forest Army: @theforestarmy
Amanitalinda: @amanitalinda
Jeamland & Bolt: @jeamland-bolt
The Earth Love: @theearthlove
Jörg: @joerxworx
Martin: @m_ja