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Inspired by a New Scientist article about human remains in Spain’s El Mirador Cave—bones bearing cut marks, boiling evidence, and signs of deliberate consumption—"Cannibal Cave" dives into a darker chapter of Neolithic life. Drawing on ideas from Joseph Jordania’s Why Do People Sing, the song blends raw storytelling with pounding rhythm to capture the ritual, humiliation, and warfare that may have driven this ancient act. It’s not famine, but victory and vengeance, echoing through 5,700 years of history.

Cannibal Cave

“North Quabbin Hills” is my folk ballad celebrating the Massachusetts Department of Conservation and Recreation’s recent acquisition of 380 acres across Orange, Wendell, and Royalston for permanent protection. From Chestnut Hill’s watershed guardianship to Wendell’s old granite quarry trails, to Royalston’s wildflower meadows and deep forest shade, these lands are now safe for wildlife, clean water, and future generations. As someone preserving 7 acres of former farmland in Granby, I wrote this song in solidarity with the effort, following my earlier tribute to Westhampton’s “Spruce Hill.”

North Quabbin Hills

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Over and Over - alto

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A new surf blues rock track I wrote, a cover of one of my guitar recordings, performed by my Suno AI surf rock persona. 

I hope you like it!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

The words I saved never made it through  
Every moment I lost, I lost with you  
I reach out for you, but you were gone 
Whatever I held was already wrong  

Like broken glass in my hands  
It didn’t work out like I planned  
Broken glass in my hands  
I can’t undo where I stand  

The silence grows when the room is bare  
I turn my head, but you’re not there  
I counted the cost, it was more than I knew  
Every step I take only leads back to you  

An empty chair where you should be  
That’s the only truth I see  
An empty chair, it doesn’t change  
Everything’s gone, it stays the same  

I dig through the dark, nothing to find  
Every word I lost still claws at my mind  
I call to the night, but it answers in pain  
With a silence that puts me to shame

Broken glass! Broken glass!  
Cut too deep, cut too fast!  
Broken glass! Broken glass!  
In my hands, in my hands!  
Empty chair! Empty chair!  
You’re not there, you’re not there! 

Broken glass…Broken glass…
Broken glass… empty chair…  
Nothing left but the weight we share ...

Broken Glass

Campus on the Hill is a lively bluegrass tune that celebrates the return of students to UMass and the Five Colleges. With mandolin-driven rhythms, warm harmonies, and a touch of homespun humor, the song captures the energy, quirks, and familiar sights of Amherst life—from slow buses and campus squirrels to late-night pizza and ivy-covered walls. A heartfelt nod to community, tradition, and the feeling of coming home each fall.

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One More Chorus