Pale Ontology

Walls

Self-Portrait (Alternate Mix)

On several occasions, throughout various compositions of mine, I’ve emphasized how a melody or theme was based on something I wrote long ago, during my teenage years.
In this instance, the main theme is probably one of the very first things I ever composed—likely my first 'Eureka' moment, when I first gained some clarity about my musical gifts. Needless to say, this melody holds immense personal significance.
After all this time, I’ve finally decided to properly honor it by writing a set of variations.

Ode For Piano, A Minor, No. 2

Alt pop / rock song about flying on a magic carpet.

I was kicking up the sand in a crowded town, I never knew anyone
I took a plane from Iraq and I ended up right here, in I don't know where
A man with no shoes stepped in front of me
He wouldn't let me go
He pulled a rolled-up rug from under his arm
Said it's a gift for you my Western friend

"It's a special kind of rug that'll take you to the sky"

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

See the carpet float across the desert sand, a hundred people were cheering
Excitement quickly developed to a carnival air, soon everyone was there
I felt a little lonely being here by myself, I couldn't fly this alone
'Sir we wanna fly too, can we climb on with you?"
Yeah yeah yeah we can fly anywhere!

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky 

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

Fly fly fly it's a magical ride
Fly fly fly with the birds in the sky
Fly fly fly see the stars up high
We wanna fly fly fly fly fly fly high

The warm breeze of the Summer
The bright blue sky
This carpet's got a rhythm
Feel the groove inside
See the people down below watch our magic carpet fly

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky

Riding a magic carpet through the desert sky
What a mystical feeling
I was a stranger on the ground but I've got new friends with me
Just dancing and living our best life
Our western eyes could never see that eastern minds can set you free
This feeling is cleansing my soul
If you feel a little blue this will make you feel cool
Do you wanna fly with the Sultans in the sky?

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet 

Oi! What you kids doing with my flaming rug?


VARISONIK - Magic Carpet

A Talking Guitar

Firebryd Ryders (prod. Swagga)

I have always loved the story of King David, from killing Goliath to his accension to King. All the good things and the bad....


[Verse 1]  
Out in the hills with a sling in my hand  
Tending the sheep at the Lord’s command  
Thunder would roll, and the lion would roar  
But I sang to the Lord and feared no more  

[Verse 2]  
Samuel came with oil and flame  
He said, “The Lord has called your name”  
While brothers stared in disbelief  
I bowed my head in quiet relief  

[Chorus]  
I fall, I rise, I run, I pray  
The Lord’s my rock, my hiding place  
Through every sin and battle scar  
He holds me close, He knows my heart  
The path is dark, the climb is steep  
But grace has hands that never sleep  
Through joy and shame, through sword and song  
To You, O Lord, I still belong  

[Verse 3]  
Faced a giant with stones and a cry  
“You come with sword, but I'm with the Most High”  
The world stood still, the battle won  
But pride would come before too long  

[Verse 4]  
I danced before the ark with joy  
A shepherd king, no longer a boy  
But lust and murder stained my name  
And still, I called upon His name  

[Chorus]  
I fall, I rise, I run, I pray  
The Lord’s my rock, my hiding place  
Through every sin and battle scar  
He holds me close, He knows my heart  
The path is dark, the climb is steep  
But grace has hands that never sleep  
Through joy and shame, through sword and song  
To You, O Lord, I still belong  

[Bridge]  
The child I lost, the tears I shed  
The throne I feared, the blood I bled  
Absalom’s cry tore through my soul  
But mercy wrote my final scroll  

[Verse 5]  
Now gray with years, my hands are weak  
But still Your face is all I seek  
Not in the palace or the praise  
But in the song my spirit plays  

[Final Chorus]  
I fall, I rise, I run, I pray  
The Lord’s my light, my only way  
He lifts me up when I have failed  
His love endures, it never pales  
The battle ends, but not the grace  
I’ll see my Lord, I'll see His face  
Through every wrong, through every psalm  
To You, O Lord, I still belong  


“The Lord is my shepherd… I shall not want.”  


Psalm of David

This is my newest pop/ dance track with beautiful female AI vocals.

Out on all streaming platforms and distribution sites now.

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"The Short Story's Ending" by The Dark Messiahs

A slow, smoke-drenched descent into noir jazz minimalism. Sticks Thompson’s restrained percussion and Sonny Rhodes’ sparse piano set a hushed, uneasy mood, while Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet emerge in ghostly bursts—echoes in the darkness. Wilt Flowers anchors the piece with deep, deliberate bass, giving the track a sense of weight and finality.

An evocative closing statement—empty streets, last drinks, and nothing left to say.

The Dark Messiahs – The Short Story's Ending | Doom Jazz Noir

S.E. Fireworks, Enschede. Just google it. That tragedy was caused by man-made-foolishness. The tragedy that happens everyday in the Ukraine isn't.

Lyrics

Unbelievable? Perhaps...

She was standing at the window, 3rd floor of the building
On a tropical Saturday, her dreams stuck to the ceiling

And they had asked her to join them, swimming in the lake
She said she wanted to stay at home she needed a break

Ah-ah
(There's never been anything like it)
(There's never been anything like it)


She could see black smoke and a red glow, in the opposite street
She worried and she called her mum while she felt the heat
(God doesn't knock)

Daddy said from behind, close the doors and the window
But the line collapsed the walls turned to ash when the sky exploded
(There's never been anything like it)



The sun was eclipsed by a dark cloud (no chance to run away)
The neighbourhood as we knew it: wiped out
No chance to get away from the warehouse: S.E. Fireworks

(Her remains have never been found)
(There's never been anything like it)
(There's never been anything like it)

(The wonder which has made it all possible)

Yeah
A man-made tragedy.  Stupidity lit it, fools let him
But the tragedy that happens everyday is not caused by a fool,
It’s a butcher with a crown, it’s Putin burning people down


There’s a woman still standing in a room with no walls around her
In a state of shock, apocalypse surrounds her
But Bert on a bike, doesn’t give up til he's found her


She says, you’re late I’ve been waiting
He says, get on the back. We’re relocating
Ooh-ooh
The sun was eclipsed by a dark cloud (no chance to run away)
The neighbourhood as we knew it: wiped out
No chance to get away from the warehouse: S.E. Fireworks

A man-made tragedy
A man-made
Tragedy

Cellar Aged Wines

S.E. Fireworks

Change begins with You

Tom Harris, a Burbank-based software engineer, writes music to process life’s moments. Inspired by real events, he shares raw, heartfelt songs from his personal journey.

Psalm of David

Tom Harris

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