Like Father, like Son....Jörg and his Son Maxim both played the drums on this little tune! Maxim clearly inherited the clockwork like precision of his father and a superbly musical feel! Damn good and a hell of a cool cat to work with! Enjoy!
First Drum part (the Jazzy entree) - Maxim Hünninghaus, Drums thereafter  -  Jörg, Bass and Keys - Reinhard Gleisner
Music by all three of us.
Cover Pic by Jörg.
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Pow R. Toc H. - Masters

Pow R. Toc H. - One Twenty

Featuring Jake Smith reading 1984

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From The Age Of Solitude

The Sogdians were traders on the Silk Road. They were famed for their welcome.  A small group of their descendants remain, living in a far off valley. 
Maybe still a work in progress, I recorded this little tune on ‘SaySo’ my Les Paul as an antidote for all the modulation and delay obsessions. I’m still messing with the production so may repost it one day. I can never seem to get tracks working well on different kinds of speakers so I hope this sounds good for you.

Sogdian Greetings

Yellow Blooms

Story of Life

I was born on a Saturday.
I got my name from my Dad.
“Keep it between the lines” he used to say.
Not one memory of him is bad.

I was a boy who could never sit still.
Had no focus and had no plans.
I was a poser with no social skills.
Babe but I did the best that I can.

This is another story of life.

Grew 2 feet the year I turned fourteen.
Scrawny and face like the moon.
Too long, too lean trying hard to be seen.
I sure wasn't calling no tune.

Out there alone had to learn how to fight.
Survival became my whole day.
Bullies and darkness they turned out my light.
Any happiness faded away.

Desperate days filled with hate.
Walking too close to the edge.
God please help me before its too late.
Get me the Hell off this ledge.

Tragedy, hate and pain
I felt them cut like a knife
Tragedy, hate and pain

Ain't that the story of life?

Thank God I found her. Like magic was saved.
That tunnel had come to an end.
My full measure I reluctantly gave.
A cost almost too great to spend.

She brought me there to a place I could change
and no one should live as I did.
Love is a cure that we all can exchange
so that hate like a virus we'll rid.

Very soon that day will come.
I vow that I'll make a stand.
Start with one and we'll soon be some.
I see a future that's grand!

This was another story of life.

ChasinADream

Story of Life

Some guitar additions to Tea Are Sea's track Lines Begin to Blur :)))
Listen to the original here
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/lines-begin-to-blur?in=tea_are_sea/sets/coasts-and-cascades

Lines Begin To Blur - Tea Are Sea collab

foliage

At Pace

Guitar & original composition : Billy Gashade @billy-gashade
full instrumental here: Sloth Moth [demo 2]
https://soundcloud.com/billy-gashade/the-moth-made-a-home-in-the
lyrics, vocals & their pre mix : Mariam Zohra D / Myrh
arrangement, drums, final mix / master, artwork : The Magnetic Dog Sisters soundcloud.com/themagneticdogsisters

OUT HERE IN THE FIELDS
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on our roots
in our
past
of friends and enemies
lost souls
and found
and found

those are the words…

but when did we, did we, did we?
yaad, yaad ayee (reminded, remembering)
deep and deepening

past friends and enemies
lost souls and found
and found

those are the worlds…

sounding whole
fill up enough enough

those are the words
swallow you whole

friends and enemies lost souls 
and found

At Pace

Mark Hughes