Really great combination of organ and guitar and nice vocals and cool lyrics.

Wild Christopher Lyrics & Vocal
Lydia BG vocals
Mike Music & Production
“Fool’s Gold”

Look into our future
Truth be told
Our love still shines
Though the tarnish grows
I’m seeking shimmers on the ocean’s floor 
Oh, what the hell you only live once you know

Not coming up for air today
(You’re) still digging in 
Yeah… I think I’ll stay below

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding on to hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

Your love I can’t hold

Sending out a Save Our Soul
Though I know our chances are low
Deeper and deeper and deeper we go
But all we have to blame is -- this hope

Sinking deeper into the cold
What do I have to give up? My soul
 
Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your danger down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

It’s a fool’s goal
I know…  I know…  I know… 
Your love I can’t hold
   
<Breakdown>

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s fool’s gold
 
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold

Lyrics written by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2022

Fool's Gold

If The Stars Are The Dreams of Spacemen

Written by Brian Reeves, August-October 1972
Recorded in a New Malden bedroom, October 1973

Another bedroom demo, recorded around the same time as “And I Never Took You To A Festival”.  As with many of these old recordings, the tape was pretty mangled at the end so hope you won’t mind the attempt at masking this in the best way I could.  Hope it doesn’t impair your enjoyment too much.  I 'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has been such a supporter of this page over the last 18 months or so.  Our family has been astounded by  all the support and We need to you all to know that every one of your kind words means the whole world.  You are the kindest of people and we will never forget the support you have given.  You have hearts the size of lions.  It means everything.  Our deep love and appreciation can never be enough to repay you all..
  (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves:  Vocals and Acoustic Guitar

Lyrics:

Knowing love as I do
Yes I’m frightened
Desperate gasps of conversation
Fears heighten
If I’m only the dreams of dreamers
Why am I in isolation?

Seeing life as I do
Yes I’m whitened
Seeking masts on horizons
Pains tighten
If the stars are the dreams of spacemen
Where am I in heaven’s tracing?

I am the hammer on closed doors and windows
Asking the question that nobody knows

Breathing songs as I do
Yes I’m lightened
But they’re only gaps in vacuums
Freak lightning
Inside dreams of dreams of dreamers
Outside schemes of schemes of schemers
Who Am I?


If The Stars Are The Dreams Of Spacemen - Rocky Mountain (1973)

5-7-2025

TWAYNE-A VOICE IN THE DARK.wav

Never To Return (G. Di Nunno)

Alone with my thoughts, some quite nostalgic
Remembered as real, imagined, static
A deep desire to return
Relive the past, repair the worst
Find out where wrong turns were made
All for naught they quickly fade.

Never to return
I've had my fun
What's done is done
All who and what I am
Never return
The unknown waits
Approach its gates
All who and what I'll be

The music from my deepest past
Reaches for my heart at last
The loves I've lost; the loves I've found
Flying high, then hit the ground
Wherever went the long lost friends
Through the doors without an end
A looking back the best was done
Years remain and fast they'll run. 

As senses return, places familiar
Arise and erase what feels peculiar
And get myself on solid ground
Farewell the past once lived now gone
Light a candle, wait for me
Dropped the burdens now I breathe

Repeat the chorus "Never to return..."

All lyrics, composition, and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2025.

#5. Never To Return

Piano Concerto No.3 (3rd movement) Op.36

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST timbale, production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and synth
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HSS electric guitar

This song began as Carl's tribute poem to our drummer, Ken. Carl came up with the chord progression and started a project, to which he invited the rest of us. This is the third song Eclectic Collective has done that is a tribute by Carl to one of our members.  We couldn't feel more honoured than to be the subjects of his wild and boundless creativity.
  Fittingly, Ken was first in line to add his magnificent drums. Once we had drums, Josh had something to work with to add his bass, which he did shortly after the drums were up. Mark paid the project a visit next, helping out with a bit of production editing, and dropping in a mad percussion solo using his VST timbale drums. Stephen jumped in soon after, adding the melodic electric guitar riffs that appear throughout. Not to be outdone, JJ added some sonically thickening electric piano, as well as the throwback psychedelic synth that pops up towards the end. Finally, Tez came along and added the electrifying solo that appears about a third of the way in, as well as the one at the end. 
  Once the recording was finished, we turned it over to Stephen to mix in his always professional manner. 
  This song is all about our very talented teammate and brother, Ken, and it is well deserved, too. As mentioned, this is the third song from Carl about one of us. It's hard to describe the feeling of having someone who you respect take the time and energy to think about you in such a positive way as to produce a song about you. Then to have all your buddies join in to amplify it to a solid song is just mind-blowing. We are all very grateful to Carl for not only sharing his music with us, but for his thoughtful consideration of each of us as subjects. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

(Original lyrics by The Perfect Dark)
Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture

Rhythmic mountain maestro
Each day, graft, working hard
So kids can eat
Bruised back sees very best of yard

Still, beats get born of evenings
Deep love finds joules to jam
May generation X soothe meaning
Let's teach the younger pussies what we can

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture
Sticks in hand
Cymbals a floating
Snare and bass backbone gland
Tom'ed Ringo Star man keep quoting
Keep life steady paced by hand

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Rhythmic Mountain (The Beautiful Dark with Eclectic Collective)

Wave Song (2025) Remastered

Dancing of the wind

Heavy Metal, Melancholic, Lyrical, Male Vocals, Chill, Metal

Shadows of Despair

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

©music and lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover and vocal performance by suno 4.5+

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


Spürst du das auch? (Musical Version)

Gino Di Nunno is a 66 year old guy from Greensburg, Pennsylvania. He can't sing, but since starting writing and recording his songs in 2016, he is improving. He is obsessed with Rock Progressivo Italiano, Orchestral music (Beethoven, Mahler, Shostakovich), Jethro Tull, Mercyful Fate/King Diamond, and Philosopy. Gino started playing guitar in 1976, but two years later he suffered a left-hand accident and lost 3 and 2/3 fingers (He also started dabbling with piano in 2016, though he doesn't consider himself adept he knows enough to make it sound good). He did not start playing again (as a left-hander) until 1980, and with very long practice sessions, he was able to start a band, taking the hard road by writing original material with his brothers and a few vocalists, where they played everything from Punk, Blues, and a mix of Progressive Rock and Metal.

The band of brothers decided to end their music pursuit in the early 90's to catch up with life. Gino decided to give music another try in the early 2000's and didn't start recording and releasing music until 2016, releasing versions of albums on Soundcloud where he had no idea what he was doing; however, each album saw improvement (yes...even his vocals) by learning through trial and error experimentation. 

Gino said the best advice he ever received was when a guy told him, "if you can't sing, make sure your lyrics are good so people will focus on them instead of your singing." Gino writes deep lyrics dealing with life struggles and predicaments, yet always with a bit of hope. He prefers to write small symphonies within a song, with lots of changes, added dynamics, and a breaking away from familiar forms and structures. He realizes he is not unique in breaking new ground, and that aging and long practice sessions has given him (at times) an aching right wrist which has taken away the speed he once had, and even with his spotty vocals his only request is that you dive deep into the songs because he insists something beautiful can be discovered.  (Antonella Gaspari)

#5. Never To Return

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