2023

The Old Oak Tree - Instrumental Version

I've never felt so alone
I can hardly feel your heart at all
The sound in the room just drones
I can hardly hear your hear at all

So we scratched and fighted
Like a torch ignited
Burns all the atmosphere away
There's no noise like silence
Shunned the friendly guidance
Well we are better off this way

The clock hand moves so slow
And another points been overblown
Resentments grow and groans
Well tomorrow who knows, I'll atone

How the hatred breeds still
Bad feeling overkill
Usher on the better days
There's no noise like silence
Tactically make our stance
Things are better off this way

I've never felt so alone
I can hardly feel your heart at all

Noise Like Silence

A musical interpretation conjured from memories of a recent winter visit to the unearthly spectacular country of Iceland. As always deepest respect to Dairv Dubbleyew for another superb mastering effort.

Hvítá

First version of this one. Another FAWM song. It still needs work (my voice is trashed, thanks covid!), but I'm quite liking it so far

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Heading south on dusty roads
Headlights glow against the dark
I still hear your voice, I remember your words
Burning bright inside my heart

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the cards I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick 
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows 
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals 
(don't let it show)

Heading south running just in case
Love has faded like an old photograph
Feed your heartbreak to the fireplace
Warm your grief in the candle glow

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the part I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick 
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows 
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals 
(don't let it show)

Candle Glow - Demo

דרך12 מתוח : רעידת האדם              

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refugee

Nitroduction            (c2022)

Sort of a remix/reimagining of a track by prnzokoshiro (https://soundcloud.com/prnzokoshiro/tracks) with some added parts, rearranged sections, etc. 

Cover art by NeuralBlender.

Hope you enjoy!

Decayed Countryside (Walking Ears & Prnzokoshiro)

This is another piece with a loop from Jens. 

https://soundcloud.com/senfsuck

New Colors

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

via dolce 1125 - 11:25:22, 9.11 PM

Better Soon !   (c2023)

Flames of Love       (c2023)

Ain’t We There Yet.         (c2023)

Beggars      (c2023 remix)

Once Were Holy.       (c2023)

safe house

Safe House

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

Les Rives Des Temps

Les Chiens de la Mort

Bronx born songwriter/musician
All songs written and performed by Vino

Bronx born. All songs written,arranged,produced and played by Vino.

Nitroduction (c2022)

Vino diNova

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