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Sydney's 90's northern beaches band Astral Taxi have gone back in the studio to record. "Away Now" 
The song relates to strength, finding the strength to give something or to give someone away.
Recorded in Oct 2023 at A Sharp studios. Produced by Ben Briddon and Mastered at 301 studio's by Steve Smart.
Band line up is: Craig Small, Paul Cullum, Peter Shilling, Damien King and Todd Towler

Away Now

Merry Christmas 🎄❄️☃️⭐

It's my favourite time of year so I thought I would try and create a festive sounding piece of music! 

A Winter's Tale

i am the well of tears
i am the lake of sorrows
i am the oceans of despair
i am the tide of pain that follows

washes over me
when you’re not with me
when i’m without you
when i fall into

the well of tears
the lake of sorrows
the oceans of despair
the tide of pain that follows

when i’m falling down
the well 
of 
tears

without you

without 

you

i am a shell left here
i am awake but hollow
any emotion or cares
lost on the tide of pain that swallows

and crushes all of me
when you’re not with me
when i’m without you
when i fall into

the well of tears
the lake of sorrows
the oceans of despair
the tide of pain that follows

when i’m falling down
the well 
of 
tears

without you

without 

you

well of tears

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Treacle (2024)

Stuck Like Chuck

A fractured manifesto set to hard rock, machine pulse, and cinematic dread.

Coterie of Cretins is a broadcast from the fault line where humanity and technology intersect — not in harmony, but in discomfort, suspicion, and reluctant dependence. These songs live inside the fluorescent hum of a world where every device pretends to listen, every choice feels rehearsed, and every person is half algorithm whether they admit it or not.

Across twelve tracks, the album follows the last free thinkers, doubters, Luddites-for-likes, and digital ghosts as they move between locked doors, broken signals, and too-perfect faces. Some fight back. Some give in. Some just scroll until the scrolling stops.

The sound is heavy, resonant, metallic, industrial at its core but driven by human lungs and human fear. Guitars grind against synths. Drums slam against circuitry. Voices remain the last unprocessed instrument — desperate, stubborn, hopeful, furious.

This is not an album about technology.
It’s an album about living through it.

Coterie of Cretins asks one question repeatedly:

If this is the future, is there anywhere left to stand that’s still ours?

Parallel

Born in the shadow of eighteen-sixty-nine
Daughter of Paris, sent down the line
To the rubber palaces, gold in the trees
Belém do Pará, where the river breathes
White as the moon on the Teatro stage
Soprano of fire in a velvet cage
They whispered her name like a prayer in the heat
Camille Monfort walking on bare, silent feet

Cigarette smoke in the tropic air
Diamonds and sin in her raven hair
Men left her mansion pale as the dawn
Something inside them forever gone

Camille, Camille, the night is your crown
Bathing in champagne while the city drowns
They buried you once under mango and stone
But the grave was empty and the girl was gone
Camille, Camille, do you still walk the rain?
Vampire of the Amazon, forever unchained

They say you danced naked beneath the full moon
Heard the dead singing their lonesome tune
Lovers grew weaker with every kiss
Something unholy in that crimson bliss
The wives of the barons cursed your name
While you laughed in the thunder, wild and untamed
A car in the jungle, a ghost at the wheel
No one could touch what they couldn’t kill

1896, the cholera came
They wrote you a death in the parish flame
Marble Madonna with eyes made of night
But the coffin was light, far too light
Some swear in Europe you still draw breath
Beauty untouched by the mercy of death

Camille, Camille, the night is your crown
A hundred and fifty years underground
Or up from the river when the moon is low
With hunger eternal and skin like snow
Camille, Camille, they still speak your name
Vampire of the Amazon
Forever the same

If you hear opera on the humid breeze
Run, darling, run
It’s Camille Monfort
And she never leaves

Just me

Camille

The Storm You Can't See

cindy beau cherie
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     trans femme music artist, lyricist, composer, performer, producer, dirty little slut, and multi-instrumentalist

music promoters and cover artists... don't bother... 

i don't do that stuff... 

if my music is good... it will find ears on it's own merits.... 

music is not meant to be injected into people's heads... perhaps the vaccine people would be interested in your services

well of tears

cindy

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