Nobody Gives A Fk

Lee Greenhorn - Bass
Dean Mackie - Drums
2012

Arrival

Made with casio keyboard
zoom h1
and NCH
inspired by the heavy equipment vehicle show last weekend

one things ends, another begins

I take the same old, bumpy bus home from work every day. No matter how loud I turn up the music on my headphones, the old vehicle's creaking and creaking can always be heard. So one of my trips home, I recorded and layered in its creaking so you can hear it too. :D

21, to home

The worst is not certain but it happens sometimes.
Le pire n'est pas certain mais il arrive parfois.

Minimalist piece of music for Quartet and Choir. Created with Session Strings 2 and Sonara (Komplete Suite).
Pièce de musique minimaliste pour Quatuor et Chœur. Réalisé avec Session Strings 2 et Sonara (Komplete suite)

Inclus dans la série  REPETITION
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Glow of War

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Autumn Shivers

a ray of light

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace

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The Survivors

A descent through silence and sorrow.
“We Didn’t Know” blends Persian Homāyūn lament with industrial ritual; grief that rises, burns, and dissolves into air.
Written and performed as a dirge for the things we lost, and the truths we can’t forget.


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Lyrics — We Didn’t Know

(Persian + English translation)

[Verse 1]
امشب، نفسِ شهر کوتاه است،
چراغِ پنجره‌ها خالی‌ست.
دستم به هیچ‌جا نمی‌رسد،
دلم به هیچ‌کس.
Tonight, the city breathes in half,
its windows hollowed out by dark.
My hands reach nowhere,
my heart — to no one.

[Chorus]
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
که از کجا شکستیم.
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
چقدر از خود گذشتیم.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
where the fracture began.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
how much of us was spent.

[Verse 2]
نامِ تو از لبِم نیفتاد،
اما صدا نداشت.
چشمم به راهِ فردا ماند،
فردا، خدا نداشت.
Your name never left my lips,
but it had no sound.
My eyes waited for tomorrow,
but tomorrow had no god.

[Chorus]
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
کجای راه کم بود.
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
که درد، چرا قدم بود.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
what part of the road went missing.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
why pain kept walking with us.

[Bridge]
آیینه رو به آیینه،
دنیا پر از «من و تو» شد.
اما میانِ این همه،
آن‌کس که بود—نشد.
Mirror facing mirror,
a world of you and me.
But somewhere in between —
who we were, ceased to be.

[Final Chorus]
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
چه مرثیه بگوییم.
نمی‌دانم، نمی‌دانیم—
اگر نمانْد، چه شویم.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
what elegy to speak.
We didn’t know, we never knew —
who we’d become if nothing remained.

We didn't know

We Didn't Know

Falling (Remastered)

Idea's and rough demo's

Creativity is for everyone.
It's not greed & celebrity.

Autumn Shivers

Analog-Relic