Holding back the tide to try escape the madding crowd 
Return into the waves will you remember what you found
Noiseless tenor stay this way
So goes another day here Wondering why were all at sea


Many gems you’ll find here in the sweetest desert air
Papering the cracks as the rat race catches you
Ray of serene don’t fade away 
Hark how the sacred calm distracts me from my fate

Holding back the tide to try escape the madding crowd 
So goes another day here Wondering why were all at sea

No more, with reason and thyself 
at strife,

Escape The Madding Crowd

Vocalist
Guitarist
member of @ModesAboutMe
Songwriter


Expect the unexpected!

Themysteriousdecibel@gmail.com

https://open.spotify.com/artist/31z30JyUEF1yNOgEW6pch2?si=fsx_z8gJTqOBelSFFSA48A

Tunemaking est. 2012

One half of https://soundcloud.com/joymachines

'Good Tunes' Playlist every month(ish)

Contact: maxrutter.music}@{gmail.com

It! will return. It! will shed It!'s skin and It! will begin again. 

Thank you for listening. It!'s pretty horrible right now...

after 14 years i am quitting soundcloud. 
Big thanks to everybody  kind enough to listen or comment to my music. 

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

Shoegaze, Dream Pop, Psychedelic Rock. https://open.spotify.com/artist/5H9SP9RFYgZS5t9YyraaXW?si=qRv-XE8DSN-QC4YSfrFdWQ Find us On Spotify and Apple Music


Im a Tico living at the other side of the ocean.
Greetings
Espantajos 
(H.A.R.A)




Escape The Madding Crowd

Chipped Tooth