The end of it all

blue raccoon teach us everything

From a vinyl record called "Background Music For Home Movies - Vol. 2" https://archive.org/details/lp_background-music-for-home-movies-vol-2_various

Wide Open Spaces

LESSON

drone made with Surge soft synth and Korg Volca Bass
#drone #noise #ambient

Pulse

Thank you to the people who found this track and listened
People can sometimes have gaps. 
People who want you to be nearby have no boundaries.
Let's fill the gap,
Let's remove the boundary between people and people

On the Boundary Line

Just someone who loves writing and recording songs, and drawing

Slated

Glad to present a new collab with the exceptional https://soundcloud.com/muterial

The ambiance of https://soundcloud.com/muterial/chroma is incredible and it inspired me the below lyrics! Enjoy!

Blind, I'm blind
I can't see your colors
cauz I'm blind
But I can feel that you're bright
I can't see but I can feel
your warm being

But in the darkness the colors have a smell
the black of darkness colors my hell
but I can feel your warm being
by my side heating up with a light
a light full of colors

Black is all I know
I sometimes see a light
I sometimes feel a light
a colorful light

Collabs

Blind (Chroma)

Blind (Chroma) feat. Muterial

Olhos híbridos

The Moon The Stars And The Sun

A new year, and new assignments...
This time around I joined up with Kim and Charlie to write a Rock song.
Whether we hit the target or not is up to your judgement.

Thank you for listening. Enjoy, and rage!

composition : Charlie, Kim, Gideon
production/drums: Charlie
arrangement/vocal/guitar(s): Gideon
lyrics/bass: Kim

The song is inspired by Dylan Thomas' poem "Do not go gentle into that good night", and therefor we'd like to share it with you.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Hi Dad ❤️

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