[VERSE 1]
Within the decks where dreams abide (collide),
The gleam emerges (emerged all)  soft and wide,
It carves (claws) the cypher in the air,
A fleeting script, both bold and rare.

[PRE-CHORUS] 
A measured burst—a whispered art,
Where light,
divides,
the hidden heart (spark),

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath,
My flesh untangles time from death.
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance, a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 1]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses, whispered myths arise—
Inscribed in lies of stripped (strict) disguise. 

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath (bread),
My flesh untangles time from death,
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance (dawn's), a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 2]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses (impulsive), whispered myths arise (of lies)—
Inscribed in lies (lives) with (of) stripped (strict) disguise.

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

Flashing Lights

BG Murphy is my 3rd dive into the new home of Synthwave. This song was heavily inspired by that spaciously reverberated saxophone of yesteryear. The name derives from Bleeding Gums Murphy from the Simpsons. This is where I first fell in love with the smooth sounds of the saxophone. 

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4TPPnTYyvwO2bbmCtFPHOb?si=t2GzlWQCSbCFI0dWF7N6sA

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BG Murphy

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Involution / Kerosene

Involution

Harvest Sky (wlkthruwalls ETHEREAL remix)

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Znova Preč (Gone Again)

Znova Preč (Gone Again) [Instrumental]

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Today on Thanksgiving I celebrate with a small musical poem to my friends who endure the challenges.
Never stop being yourselves.  Don't be afraid to reveal the true you as imperfect and blemished from the tides of time.   Because with you is a companion called True that survives the storms and stands tall to the sun.

Using Objekt Modular Synth for Tabla and HandPan

True

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Psy music video : https://youtu.be/GgrjWe3FQXc

Lose yourself in a hypnotic melodic techno journey beneath alien stars.
Peak time techno from a glowing mushroom valley deep inside Sunshadow Basin.
A dark underground techno ritual in a bioluminescent forest of giants.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Sunshadow Basin lay where the last light of day went to die.

It was not a lake of water, but a vast hollow scooped out of the world, ringed by black-glass cliffs and forests of pale, towering mushrooms. At the center, where other basins might hold rain or snowmelt, this one held shadow—a slow, roiling pool of dusk that mirrored no sky and reflected no stars.

Above it drifted a sun that was not a sun, a disk of dim amber hanging low and motionless, as if someone had pinned the end of the day in place and forgotten to move it along.

The people of that world did not come here. The creatures that lived elsewhere skirted the horizon and turned away. Only the myth-born and the alien-hearted felt the pull of the Basin.

Tonight, one of them answered.

I. Nyri of the Twilight Vein

Nyri was not human, though from a distance she might have passed as something like one.

Her form was tall and willowy, a silhouette woven from dusk. Her skin was a semi-transparent charcoal, within which faint constellations blinked and faded as if her bones were made of starlight. Her hair fell in a cascade of shadow-veins that occasionally sparked with stray flares of violet and gold, like secret suns trying to be born and then thinking better of it.

Her eyes were the strangest of all: each iris a spiraling mandala, rings of color rotating slowly, never quite repeating their pattern. Look long enough, and you would see shapes moving inside them—cities dissolving, forests blooming, fractal geometry folding in on itself.

Nyri was of the Twilight Vein, an elder race who walked in the borderlands between bright and dark, between waking and dream. They were not many, and most had retreated to distant nebular palaces, leaving the world to carve its own fate.

But Sunshadow Basin had called.

She stood now at its rim, boots planted in the soft loam, the air around her saturated with the scent of wet stone and fungal growth. The mushrooms nearest her were as tall as houses, their caps a ghostly white tinged with faint bioluminescent blues and greens. Their gills glowed from within like lanterns, casting intricate lacework shadows onto the ground.

From the Basin’s center the pool of condensed twilight heaved and sighed, as though it were some enormous, gently sleeping creature.

Nyri spread her four-fingered hands, palm-out, feeling the currents. The Basin was wounded. The twilight was thicker than it should have been, clotted, reluctant to move. The amber sun above it was too dim, and its halo flickered in unhealthy ways, like a candle about to cough its last flame.

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Treetops

Ton Music - Burned

Waving Goodbye, Forever 👋 Vol. 4 (Forbidden Temptations Preview)

Sleepwalking

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

Flashing Lights

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