Absolutely gorgeous. This is a whole mood, I could imagine just sitting alone and watching snow falling.

Relatable, vivid, sensory imagery; love the melody, harmony, and chorus. Beautiful!

Slowly fade away,
Dissolve In the flow
The stops on my way
On dark road, red - white glow

Road lights are shiny
Drawn with acrylic colours
Wild winds carry me
Through winters and summers

There is a place for anyone
Among night road lights
I can see the glimpse of it
Reflected in your eyes

Along countless windows
Beacons in the night
Like the stars and planets
They flow in the sky

Don’t fade away
Without trace
Along orange leafs
And rainy days

When lights above
Fly so free
Only you can see
Real me

Many stories around
But they are not about me
Emptiness so strong sometimes
Don’t you agree

Someone moves along with us
At some point , we should say goodbye
In incomprehensible way
Plays with us life

It seems we can fly
But mostly carried by wind
Like an orange, red
In autumn dance falling leafs

Along countless windows
Beacons in the night
Like the stars and planets
They flow in the sky

Don’t fade away
Without trace
Along orange leafs
And rainy days

When lights above
Fly so free
Only you can see
Real me

Easier with you
To be carried by wind
When another point
On the road map pinned

If outside are
Hail and noise
Between radio waves
I can hear your voice

Among Radio Waves

Song a week #6 2025

The distant sound of a radio
honing in on my waking mind
the day is breaking
i brace myself for impact.

Morning news and the weather
shooting stars behind closed eyes
deadlines looming
I carry every worry

My blanket heavier than gravity allows
my head is clouded by worries and old doubts

asking 
how how how
saying 
no no no
please don't go

wiggling toes under linen
an act of will on the other side
ancient debt of life
demands repayment

My blanket heavier than gravity allows
my head is clouded by worries and old doubts

asking 
how how how
saying 
no no no
please don't go

Soles touching ground
longing to hide
gone out to come back at night

How  How How

There were only two of them in The Divine Garden. The fallen Guardian, that was betrayed by his own creator. And The Divine Flower - God of these lands, that killed his beloved. The place Guardian once called home - The field covered with flowers - now became battlefield. The wind caressed flowers with his gentle and cold touch. The sun was covered by clouds...

Both Guardian and the Flower had nothing to tell to each other after all they've been through. There was no other way but to fight until one of them will be destroyed forever. 

The Flower wanted to satisfy his egoism.
And the Guardian wanted to take his revenge.

The Last Bloom (Orchestral version)

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙
(Dedicated to Tollheit) 
VIDEO: https://youtu.be/EhmL1c2CGes?si=x7bYY-gcbawz0EQx
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Racing through the sound of time,
Feel the echoes in your mind,
Chasing dreams that shift and fly,
In this rhythm, we will rise.

Shatter the silence, break the mold,
With every heartbeat, brave and bold!

©2025 Sparky Bonehead

Brave and Bold

He’s a man on a mission
He’s waxed to a shine
He’s a complimentary colour
Under a neon sign
 
You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
Not a zombie, you are

You are not him
 
He’s the sudden silence
In a sea of white noise
He’s open on the top
And split at the sides

You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
Not a zombie, you are

You are not him
You are not dead

He’s the silver bullet
He’s moving too much
He’s where you wanna be but
Nowhere you can touch
 
You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
You are not a zombie
Not a zombie, you are

You are not him
You are not dead


Braindead

On the other side of a dark moon
metallic and hollow like tin
I will come a rappin
so baby...
please let me in
and I brought the nug
loamy and earthen it was
fine red thread...and I buzz
yea
Imma buzz right on over here
cause Imma buzzy buzzy buzzy
bumble bee
yea
this aerodynamic anomaly
that's me...
and here my friend...unbelievably
my tale could end...but
if not for the keeper at the door
a poorly petaled peony
so pink and pure
yea, babe...cause U see
I will come a rappin baby
so please
please
please...let me in
shoo de doo
shoe de doo

Shoo de Doo

Multi-artist project of April 2025.

LYRICS AND ANNOTATIONS:

(Morse code for "we are just like you we promise. settle in.")
(birds)
Bones chilled in the old ghost forest,
Where the tide came in took the land away.
Hollow trees, still standing.
Knee deep in swamp water is where I stay (is where I stay).

Living lives of quiet desperation.
The haters, they just follow the herd,
Wearing masks of false inspiration,
Their festering wounds left undisturbed (undisturbed).

Running towards the pain,
The wicked voice of their disdain,
On that edge - the tired eyes reflect:
It’s only the first time we fear what’s next.

For those who live in risk,
In a society whose promises won’t stick,
Is this the end of the line?
Have we used up what’s left of our time?

In the old ghost forest, I stand tall
Like a stubborn oak tree that refuses to fall.
Empty cans and bottles lie nearby,
Artifacts from a past that will not die.

In the old ghost forest, I kneel to pray,
Confess my sins, wash them away.
In the old ghost forest, I scream aloud,
"Lord, gimme the strength to stand proud!"

(birds)
Our future's found: four circles deep.
Come slosh around; more misery, reaped.

What’s woes occurred: cursed, fate foreseen.
What does the word "worst" even mean?

A fitting gloom: stark, rank and sour.
A fetid tomb: dark, dank and dour.

We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in.

Settle in.

(city street chatter)
We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in!

Settle in!

We are just like you.
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…

Black tar rains from a sky long dead,
We chew on rust, drink molten lead.
No dawn breaks through this crawling haze,
Just grinding teeth and static praise.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

Our tongues are ash, our limbs decay,
We march in place, still rot away.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.
(ocean sounds)

Settle In

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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