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Red Dust Inn

Set me free - Kristopher Bolin

This song was written while I was going through cancer treatments. It's a song about my faith and the love of my spouse who I leaned on every day.

Your Love's Gotta Hold On Me

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Overcoming unexpected challenges, evolving from mistakes, crazy worldly affairs. 

Written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments and vocals: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Higher Than Imagined

Demo of new material for next album..."The Cure"

You are the disorder. You are the disease.
Poisoning the atmosphere, polluting the seas.
Contaminating everything, a slave to your greed.
You are the infection, and we are the cure.
We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure.

You are corruption. You are a plague.
A cancer, a tumour: a toxin, a phage 
A pestilence run riot - mindless in its rage
You are the infection, and we are the cure.
We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure

We are the cure. We are the cure.
We are the cure. We are the cure.
We are the cure.


The Cure

A Good Lie

Through shadows, she slips
Silk-footed and sly
An echo in mist
A star in dawn's sky

She comes when the ink has dried
In the cracked spine of a book I've tried
Bursts in at midnight's toll
A wild thing, half of my soul

Not when I call her, no, not when I seek
Not when I stand on the mountain peak
But slithering in on spider's thread
Just when my fire's nearly dead

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, impatient, fierce
With thorny crown and eyes that pierce
Slicing through a fog of doubt
Leaves as fast as she came about

I sit, and I stare, at parchment and ink
Drag my hands through hours that sink
Watch as shadows coil and creep
But she waits till I fall asleep

To outsiders she's instant, a flash, a spark
But I bled for the flame in the dark
While they see fire in a flash of light
I see the matches scraped at night

Oh, the taste of silver on the tongue
The brush of words unsung
Fickle as the owl's first call
She'll leave me here-dust, after all

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, impatient, fierce
With thorny crown and eyes that pierce
Sweeping in with words that spin
Then leaves me cold in the night's thin skin

Tide pulls in, tide slips away
Hours fade, no spark, just clay
Then she's back, all fire and flash
Throwing my world into wild, raw clash

I dance when she dances, I burn when she pleases
But she slips through my fingers, a ghost on the breezes
Not in the daylight, not when I'm ready
Just when my hands are soft and unsteady

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, come and go
With fire and ice and undertow
While others dream she's one quick breath
I know her face-a dance with death

She fades, she fades
A shadow in lace
The work remains
But gone is her trace

The Impatient Muse

What shall com if the world leaders keeps going

Chaos Waiting

A thumping, harmony-laden alt rock tune reminiscent of Polyphonic Spree and Arcade Fire. An alternate lead vocal weaves through the bridge as the song builds from bare bones to a layered crescendo, before settling into an intimate outro of piano and intertwined voices.

The reason

Composed & produced by: Carlos R
Carlos Rodrigues Productions ©2025

Keep That Feeling

Haircut

Another instrumental rock mix, experimental.

Face From Another Place

INVISIBLE

This song is about being done with shallow encounters, people chasing the surface of your lifestyle without understanding where you came from.

Kitsune

Walked Through Fire

COVER SONG

This is part of a live jam session held at my house on February 7, 2016. Super Bowl Sunday!

Larry Ponczek - Lead Guitar
Joe Storino - Vocal & Bass -
Joe DeBrizzio - Rhythm Guitar -
Ron Snyder - Guitar -

Black Magic Woman - Santana (Peter Green) COVER - Ponczek/Storino/DeBrizzio/Snyder - LIVE

Hi, I am a man from northern Sweden. I produce and create all of my music.
I am open for collabs

Chaos Waiting

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