A song written for my brother's wedding.

Little bit older, little bit wiser,
Maybe just lucky this time around.
Little bit stronger, little bit surer,
You know how this plays out.

Bit of grey hair, bit of laughter,
Few more lines around the mouth.
Pairs of glasses, plenty of storm clouds,
But there's a fire that won't go out.

Years behind.
Years to go.
Years to find.
And years to grow.

A spell of hard times, a breath of hoping,
A few more scars behind the eyes.
Some heavy losses, some re-found friends,
Some fading out from time time.
Another year older, a little less wild yeah,
A few more aches to start the day.
The same old journeys, same old laughter,
Same old smile to light the way.

Years behind.
Years to go.
Years to find.
And years to grow.

Little bit older, little bit wiser,
Maybe just lucky this time around.

Years

The second single from the next album has just dropped on all the usual streaming and download platforms on Wednesday.

It's a bit of weird mix of Americana and spoken word that tells the tale of a couple of lads playing truant from school.

It may, or may not, have some autobiographical properties...

Me and my friend ran away from school
Escaped over the old brick wall
Through the fence to the viaduct
Hearing Colm Cannon's Call

And we would run until we could no longer see the highest point of the buildings
The third floor windows hidden by the trees on Blackfriars Street
Where we would have to avoid Colm's aunts
Lest word got back our parents and we would get a second beating

Passing down Coppergate we make our way swiftly to the harbour
In the hope of learning some tricks from hands far tougher than our fathers
And there was no danger there of being seen by a teacher taking on an illicit early jar
South of Peppermill Road they wouldn't hazard those bars

In truth there was nothing more interesting for two young boys at the harbour
Than there was in those high-ceilinged class rooms so eagerly and riskily escaped
But when a life is measured in half and quarter years
A day of freedom counts double to a troubled soul

And after time the memory of the pain of a belt subsides
And any door left ajar becomes an invitation
A siren song to a face that doesn't fit and a heart that won't lie still
A heart that will never never lie still

Me and my friend ran away from school
Escaped over the old brick wall

Colm Cannon's Call

They lied to us
They lied to us all our lives
They lied when we were children
They lie now we're adults
They're gonna lie when we dying

And the biggest lie?
It's not "A rising tide lifts all boats"
Because we know some of us are chained down
and they drowning
It's not "if you work hard you get ahead"
Because some of us working two three jobs
And they drowning too
And it's not that we are all equal in the eyes of the law
Because we know the law is not colour blind

They lied to us
All our lives
There's no money for a raise this year
But there's a golden handshake for the chief executive officer
Chief executive officer
He so important he got three words all mean the same thing
He a wealth creator
A wealth creator
How he doin that? Exactly

They lie to us
They lie to us about our money
About our rights
About education
About healthcare
About our communities
But that's not the biggest lie

The biggest lie
The biggest lie they tell us is that the diabolical genius is our enemy
The scheming megalomaniac
Well that bit ain't wrong
But the lie is that we need a superhero to save us
A superhero
That's the biggest lie
That a superhero gonna come save us
So we waiting for someone
For someone to do something
Anybody
Anybody but us
But it's a lie
There's nobody coming
We waiting for noone

The biggest lie is the one that taught us to sit back and do nothing in the face of all the other lies
They lied to us
There's no superhero
There's nobody coming
The revolution will not be televised because we ain't tuned to that channel
We switched over
Watching superheros

They lied to us
There's nobody coming
Change the channel


Superhero

Preview track.

Lose the Pose is a house club track about breaking the distance, near or far... dropping the cool mask, staying close, keeping the connection real, and moving together with no pretence.

I hope you enjoy watching and thank you for your time!

Feel free to check out the video for this preview on my YouTube channel :)

Full Club Master

Lose the Pose

10 Limited Copies

Drew Stephenson - Vocals and acoustic guitar
Martin Walker - Synthesizers and percussion
Eddy Deegan - Orchestra and synthezisers
Mixed by Martin Walker

I am an old wooden beam; a set of words upon a wall.
I am a clock that keeps us true; a conscience for you all
I am an empty coffee mug. I am a box flashing lights.
I am a door that's never used. I am a wrong for all your rights.

I am a slate you will wipe clean.
I am a space you will forget.
I am a training exercise.
A theoretical effect.

I am a piano out of tune. I am the page you didn't write.
I am the books along the wall. I am the stage under the lights.

I am a slate you will wipe clean.
I am a space you will forget.
I am a training exercise.
A theoretical effect.

I am a shell.
I am a shell.
A token empty vessel.
I am a shell.
I am a shell.
A token empty vessel.

The Vessel

We need each other now more than ever.

Not sides, not labels, just people together.

I hope you enjoy listening and thank you for your time!

Stand As One

This is the demo with just my piano and vocals recorded for production to be added.  I've decided to share as this is the last song I will write and record this year.  Thank you to everyone who's listened and supported my music this year.

Produced, written and performed by Sarah Paradise-Brown

The night is hollow where you stood
But I stand weak, my blood tastes good
Your scent still lingers in the air
I reach out but you’re not there

If love can tell what death has made
Then let me fall let me be unafraid
The dark won’t hide what I have known
Your hunger carved in flesh and bone

Take my heart
Though it beats in chains
Take my soul
Through the endless pain

If I must burn
Then let me burn for you
I cannot live
But I can love
Like mortals do

Your voice exists within my brain
A broken hymn that still remains
I curse the gift that keeps me whole
Immortal nights

If love can tell what death has made
Then let me fall let me be unafraid
A bleeding cry my spirit weeps
For you alone, are what I need

Take my heart
Though it beats in chains
Take my soul
Through the endless pain

If I must burn
Then let me burn for you
I cannot live
But I can love
Like mortals do

They call you monster
They curse your name
But still your light
Ignites my flame

If I must walk this world alone
I’d dream of you
And call it home

Take my soul
Take my soul
If I must burn
Then let me burn for you
I cannot live
But I can love
Like mortals do

Like mortals do
Like mortals do
Like mortals do

Like Mortals Do

Remix of 'Transformation' from the album, "Aphasia"

Transformation (Welly Life Osmosis Mix).mp3

Psytrance anthem for upcoming 2026 album release. 

Exulansia.mp3

Oh My Love (Take Me High)

This is a beautiful soft ballad with soft piano and deep string arrangements that accompany a lovely harp melody. All with a climatic emotional ambience throughout.

Visceral Windows

Thomas Bitell is an electronic musician, producer, engineer, sound designer, film composer and guitarist from Detroit, Michigan. Using skills that were developed over the years and continually studying at Berklee College of Music in Boston, Massachusetts where he is completing his BA/MA and achieving skills needed to produce professional quality compositions for independent releases that have been received positively internationally all over the world. Thomas is a multi-faceted producer and sound designer with experience in advance synthesis. He produces EDM productions which include House, Pop, as well as Cinematic features. He  is also a trained guitarist available hired for Session work and Teaching with roots in classic rock, blues, hip-hop and jazz.

Visceral Windows

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