Name: Mass Of Time by Trevas
Duration: 2 min 9 s
Description: Gentle piano against the backdrop of of an ebbing tide

A calm, reverie-inducing atmosphere 🤩👌!!!

I have added another guitar part. I think I will keep working on this. Please feel free to comment as its really helpful and appreciated.

Prophecy

The blues are steeped in the tradition of bawdy/dirty songs. Think of Bo Carter (my pencil don't write no more) or Lil Johnson (Sam the hot dog man). You get the idea.
Here's my bawdy blues celebrating outdoor sex.
Added as the last track on my album "All This Useless Beauty". Check it out!


Lyrics:
Ohh my girl 
She's so cityfied
But something comes over her
In the countryside
When she tells me to pitch a tent
I see in her eyes
That bad intent
She becomes a wild woods woman (2X)

Riding down the road
She says:
"Get a blanket and pull over to the side."

We're out in nature
Doing our thing!
All god's creatures they cover their eyes
Oh, the ground is so rough
Don't ya know she can't get enough
Wild woods woman (2X)

In the tall grass
Having some fun
I feel like Mother Nature's only son
Down in the milkweeds that makes me sneeze
Don't ya know she's got me on my knees
It gets so hot!
So hot!
So hot!
She never tires
(Only you can prevent forest fires)

Wild Woods Woman

⭐🔥🌬🌠⁂©All Rights Reserved 05-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek 
^^^

TITLE: UNIVERSAL STARDUST ANTHEM
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Whispers of the cosmos rise and fall
Stardust glimmers in the endless sprawl
Galaxies collide and dreams ignite
A boundless symphony of cosmic light

(Chorus)
We are the stars we are the flame
Carried by the winds that have no name
Through the void we shine and soar
Echoes of forever at our core

(Verse 2)
Ancient stories carved in astral veins
Nebulas weave our joys and pains
Infinite trails in the skies unfold
In the dust of stars our tales are told

(Chorus)
We are the stars we are the flame
Carried by the winds that have no name
Through the void we shine and soar
Echoes of forever at our core

(Bridge)
Time bends and shifts in celestial streams
Reality unravels into vivid dreams
Together we rise in cosmic embrace
Adrift in the wonders of timeless space

(Chorus)
We are the stars we are the flame
Carried by the winds that have no name
Through the void we shine and soar
Echoes of forever at our core

Astral Tale

Universal Stardust Anthem

A raw and unflinching meditation on isolation and reckoning, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat is the first glimpse into flakebelly’s forthcoming album, The Boy In The Diving Bell. Stripped-down yet searing, the track drifts between hushed, palm-muted acoustic guitar and an aching string quartet, all anchored by flakebelly’s intimate, unvarnished vocal delivery.

A reflection on a lifetime of social missteps and unseen struggles, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat channels the weight of unfinished business into something both deeply personal and quietly vengeful. It’s a reckoning, a release, and a question left hanging in the air - what happens when you come calling for the ghosts of your past?

The album as a whole grows from the alt-folk roots of At The Prow Of The Lifeboat to more experimental, psych-folk territories, blending raw acoustic textures with surreal, otherworldly soundscapes. With its lo-fi aesthetic, first-take performances, and the imperfections of an ancient analog Akai tape machine, The Boy In The Diving Bell embraces its rawness, mistakes left in, and a uniquely unpolished atmosphere. For those drawn to the stark honesty of Elliott Smith or the simmering intensity of early Nick Cave, At The Prow Of The Lifeboat offers a haunting introduction to the diverse and immersive sonic world of The Boy In The Diving Bell.


At The Prow of The Lifeboat

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Back Down The Well

New Recording 66

Gentle piano against the backdrop of of an ebbing tide

Mass Of Time

A disassembling of the lies governments tell when they seek to rule through autocracy and deceit. A dissection of how the secret services are not the glamour of the movies, but are actually the levers of rogue states to undermine democracy.

Lyrics: Richard Pierce
Vocals: Richard Pierce
Music: The Big Grey Man
Guitar, Bass, Drums: The Big Grey Man
Keyboard: Richard Pierce

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

The snow geese are safe again,
From misdirected or deliberate sniper fire,
Incompetence or practice,
Here on the borders of tundra
And western civilisation.
Until the next story invents itself.

James Bond is dead.

Secrets aren’t such clever agents in the end,
Arrogance overlooking the obvious,
And exceptionalism blind.

Fiction is a real fact
Not exaggerated or purpled by prose.
It is.

In the corridors of power,
Incompetence or practice?
Until the next story invents itself,
Until they invent their next stories
In the corridors of power.

Shout it, shout it!
James Bond is dead!
Rejoice, rejoice!
James Bond I dead!

The real world took him apart
Piece by piece,
Myth by myth,
Broken ceasefire by broken promise,
War by war by bloodier war.

Blessed are the codebreakers,
The peace makers,
The pacifists,
Not the agents of the rogue state.
Not. The. Agents. Of. The. Rogue. State.
No, not the agents of the rogue state.

James Bond and Felix Leiter are dead.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.


Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

Egg, Chips and Politics! Electro, spoken word

Mine’s Egg & Chips

Моя новая запись - интерпретация русской народной песни "Ой да не вечер", песня под гитару, с гармониями и фортепиано. 
"Ой да не вечер" (ещё упоминается под названием "Сон Степана Разина") это народная песня русских казаков. Песня, вероятно, относится к стоянке казаков на островах Каспийского моря. 
Слушайте на Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, надеюсь, вам она понравится!
Желаю всем всего самого доброго!❤️

My new recording is an interpretation of the Russian folk song "Oy da ne vecher", a song with guitar, harmonies and piano. 
"Oy da ne vecher" (also referred to as "Stepan Razin's Dream") is a folk song of the Russian Cossacks. The song probably refers to the Cossacks' camp on the islands of the Caspian Sea.
Listen on Telegram/YouTube/SoundCloud, hope you will like it!
Wishing you all the best!❤️  

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Фотография: My September, церковь Покрова на Нерли 
Photography: My September, ancient temple of the Intercession on the Nerl River

Ой да не вечер

Ой да не вечер, да не вечер
Мне малым мало спалось
Мне малым мало спалось
Ой, да во сне привиделось

Мне во сне привиделось
Будто конь мой вороной
Разгулялся, расплясался
Ой, разрезвился подо мной

Налетели ветры злые
Со восточной стороны
И сорвали мою шапку 
Ой, с моей буйной головы

Ой да не вечер, да не вечер
Мне малым мало спалось
Мне малым мало спалось
Ой, да во сне привиделось
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Oh it's not evening

Oh, it's not evening, it's not evening
I didn't sleep much 
I didn't sleep much 
Oh, it seemed to me in a dream

I dreamed
As if my black horse 
Went wild, danced
Oh, he frolicked under me

Evil winds came 
From the eastern side
And tore my hat 
Oh, from my wild head

Oh, it's not evening, it's not evening
I didn't sleep much 
I didn't sleep much 
Oh, it seemed to me in a dream


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Ой да не вечер

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