Puppy broke my ankle. Still love her enough to write a song about frisbee with her.

Dancing In The Morning Dew

A breakdown in communication and technology. Ghostly specters, that hum to us through walls, in the wiring and the wifi. Inviting the listener to expose their wiring and to effectively assimilate and join the wireframe. This song is full of ghosts, tricks of the mind and movements in the corner of your eye. Did that light flash? Did that painting move? Is the thermostat broken? Is a floating dandelion a sign?

Mercury In Retrograde

One evening in December...

Studio Time and this song about the pain of saying goodbye and wishing to turn or hold back the time

Hold Back Time

I am out here on my own again, waiting by track number nine
See the last train go into the night
There is nobody left to see my pain, only the first moonshine
Feel the cold wind freezes my sight

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Every day I can see the stars, most of the times it makes me weep
Cuz I see your ways slip into mine
Every night I must fight my wars, the scars and pain cut to deep
While your last goodbye echoes my mind

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Out on this lost railway, I’ll wait each and every day
Till you come home to stay, Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

I am out here on my own again, older than ever before
Take the last train off into the night

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There's a story behind this song. Long ago I came back from a concert in Brussels and got off the train. It was a cold and winter night so before I continued my walk, I decided to button up my vest. By the time I finished I looked up and the train platform was empty, except for me and an old man watching sadly at the train leaving the station.
With that idea in mind I wrote this song about saying goodbye

December Sessions

Hold Back Time

In The Streets Of Hollywood (Stream Of Conscience) 

Because you're older 
Just makes two of us 
Old enough to know 
We aren't babies anymore 

Late night drama
Naked in the woods
Lashing rain falling 
In the streets of 
Hollywood 


So Unerving
So close to the road 
You saw my head 
 i dont know where 
 
 So close babe  
 So close to you 


Dreaming about the man
Holding my hand 
Stream of conscience
Gone


Never thinking 
Never thinking
Chilling the way you 
Hear this song

No more colors
Everything is grey

I tried it all
 all the way 

No more pills
Just another day 


In The Streets Of Hollywood

All Of This

Featured on my recent album and release on BandCamp, "Feet on the Ground"soundcloud.com/theignorantsavants/sets/feet-on-the-ground

Feet on the Ground

Catnip

catnip

Catastrofreak

synthstrom deluge jam track recorded live

AiRPoRT

BuY :)

High Treason

This is an afro feel kinda song that I made in Zimbabwe with a couple of artists . I hope you enjoy it 

Dj_Pnut_×_Lisa_ft_Kellyxin_&_Terry_Matsa_-_Risky

A sub-bass focused ambient drift built for monotone lock and immersive low-end exploration. 
Minimal pads, granular glitches and processor stutters float through a calm, even soundscape flexing depth and subtle modulation.

Grey Horizon Pulse

informal composition in an era when many songs reek of AI, I'm basically playing the blues, making my own loops, patchwork quilting music, protesting through poetry, crafting soothing ambient discordance ... the ignorant savants is a music project of Byron Haskins since 2018, using rudimentary electronic tools joined with real physical instruments