Renamed and remastered what will be the first song of the next album.
How the home in which we are born marks us.

(Born Under A) Viole(n)t Sky

PASACANA

In the quiet town of Fell’s Hollow, there was once a child known for her innocent, yet eerie presence. Cloaked in white silk with a hood drawn over her face, she rarely spoke, but her sad eyes captured the sympathy of those who saw her. Despite her delicate appearance, rumours whispered of a dark tragedy that plagued her life—a secret she carried like the weight of her silk cloak.

One day, the townspeople found her body, lifeless and alone, in the woods just beyond the village. She had been betrayed by those she trusted, cast aside to die. No one came to her aid, except for a small spider, who crawled upon her fragile frame and spun a web in her final moments. When they buried her, they thought that would be the end of it. But her story was far from over.

Soon after her death, strange things began to happen. The people who had wronged her—the ones who had whispered, plotted, and stood by in silence—started disappearing. Some said they saw glimpses of a girl in white silk, her hood drawn over her face, just before the shadows swallowed them whole. No one knew for sure, but one thing became clear: the child had returned, and she was no longer the innocent girl they had once known.

The Child of Silk was now a spirit of vengeance. She commanded the spider who had witnessed her death, using it to weave webs around the lives of those who had wronged her. She sought no forgiveness, only retribution. And as her legend grew, the town became consumed with fear. The townsfolk told their children never to venture out at night, for the Child of Silk wandered the streets, waiting to punish those who deserved her wrath.

Yet even the innocent feared her. Though she would never harm them, her ghostly presence unsettled their hearts. The faint rustle of silk, the chilling touch of spider legs creeping through the dark—these were the signs that the Child was near. She was a nightmare they could not escape, even though they had done no wrong.

The only way to survive her wrath was never to see her. Legend said that if you caught a glimpse of the Child of Silk beneath her white hood, the spider would mark you as her next victim. Her curse would follow you, day and night, until the silken threads of fate wound tightly around you, sealing your doom.

The guilty tried to escape her grasp, fleeing to other towns and cities, but none could outrun her vengeance. The Child of Silk, bound to the spider who had witnessed her death, would always find them. And when she did, she watched coldly, her eyes hidden beneath her hood, as the spider carried out her will.

The Child of Silk

this was going to be a disco type song, like love is in the air, but it did not sound right with a dance beat, so stripped out all of that, added a 12 str and toned down the keyboard. the vocals will prolly get a do over next week

You don’t have to smile at me when you pass me on the street
You don’t have to cross against the light so we might ‘accidentally’ meet
You don’t have to ask my friends if i still live alone
Or tell my folks you said to say hello
You don’t have to be so kind

You don’t have to come up to my table in a restaurant
And put your hand on top of mine and act so familiar while we talk
You don’t have to find any reason to spend time with me
Or send me little notes I’ll always keep
it’s gonna make me lose my mind

I’ll only fall in love
I’ll only think of you
I’ll only lie awake and wonder, if you’re thinking of me too
I’ll only act a fool
And I’ll want to marry you
It’s all cause of you
You’re too good to be true
I’ll just fall in love

Please don’t ever let me hold you close beneath the starry skies
Pde give me any reason to look deep into your eyes
And if i should ever start to wonder what my life would be
If you were always next to me  I’ll blame you, 
For making me feel this way

I'll Only Fall In Love

Stymphalian Birds - Στυμφαλίδες Όρνιθες

Bright Stars In The Haze

Original by : FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin musicians composer 

MANUFACTURERS OF RUIN

Mats Original 1

Jag mår bra. X ( 1994 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

File Updated: Lots of goodies added

Notes
I'm thinking of the mentalists who fascinate me in this tune as well as other things. The idea of neuroplasticity and actually wiring your brain. releasing negativity just by intending it or doing the same conversely if that's your frame of mind. Derren Browne and Keith Barry are two great mind specialists worth a rabbit hole each. 


432 A - EADGAD - 96 bpm

Lyrics
One can never know
Ones suffering
It might not show
You might just get a glow & a grin

Brave faces found
We know deep down
Their light flickers sound
Pain as Earth pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds ...

So give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
Give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace of it

Then it gets hard
Untenable
We disconnect
We end this fake mirrored show
We sleep
We wake
Hands tied
Joints and pills to take
We're trying to feel alive
May we all survive

Oh give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
I'll be your devil drain
Let it out to cease your sore
Lets find peace for more



Give me your Pain

Eternity

Flora Pines

Magical Thinking

I had something inside that must fly free.
NeoClassical
Modern Classical
Soundtrack
OST
BSO
Not Quite Classical
And ….  Prog rock. 

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(Born Under A) Viole(n)t Sky

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