wow this is awesome! love the fusion of rock guitar, ethereal vocal, hypnotic beat & classical piano - fantastic! ♥

This is good. You could write down the narration in the description.

Catching words with a writer’s block          
And thinking I was somewhere I’m not
Watching people pass me by
The blank page before me to soon come alive

Sitting down change runs through my mind
And a concept evolves that involves you tonight   
You tell me things that I don’t know
Like forget about now cause the moods so low

And anytime you need to say
Words are forever don’t throw them away
Maybe life seems hard and subdue
But then how do I try and tell you

Cause it’s been, so long
Since you first came along  
So take me home
We’ll sit in silence all alone

And it’s been, great these days 
I never wanted you to go away
So why do you stay
With me here on this blank page

A word, a sentence and a paragraph
Are all that now stands between you and the mask
That covers and shades your tear stained eyes
From the shining light that you really supply

Well here I go, I’m writing and
I’m gonna make this claim       
With you to watch over me 
We gonna ride the road to fame 

Any time you need to say
Words are forever don’t throw them away
Maybe I can rescue you 
But then how do you tell me that won’t do

When it’s been, so long
Since you first came along
So take me home
We’ll sit in silence all alone

And it’s been, great these days
I never wanted you to go away
You don’t have to stay
Alone on this on this empty page

Any time you need to say
Songs are forever don’t throw them away
I know I can rescue you
So hold out your hands and I'll carry you

Cause it’s been, so long
Since you first came along
So take me home
There is no silence or alone

And it’s been, great these days
I never want for you to go away
Come on and stay
With me here on this first page

And it’s been, so long
Since you first came along
We’re all alone
Alone in a safety zone

And it’s been, great these days
I never want for you to go away
You’ve rescued me 
From a life on an empty page

(So Long) Rescue Me

(So Long) Rescue Me (Demo)

Hard times, I hope you will forgive the lightness of touch. A big thank you to three magnificent earthlings who allow me to keep dreaming: https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson, https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein and Yaron Engler. 

https://youtu.be/gcvxFj4CPZY

Rocket fuel regular
Or rocket fuel light?
Said the Venusian
He was ever so polite

She said, give me regular
And lit a cigar
He knew straight away
That this girl was from Mars

No smoking in here
You’ll blow us all up
She said, give me ya phone number
And I might look you up

He went red
She remained green
Coz Martians and Venusians
Are like meat with ice cream

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream

He went red
She remained green
But when you think about it
What’s wrong with meat with ice cream

He gave her his number
That’s  what they did
She gave hime a wink
And he fluttered his lids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
He gave her his number
And a little while later they had green and red kids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
You know what I mean

Meat With Ice Cream

Meat With Ice Cream (feat. Janine Levinson & Jonathan Beckenstein)

I wrote this track long time ago. On this version, I added a poetry/narration.
Lyrics:
The unicity of time and space does not resolve in the non-Euclidean space of our bewildering desires. The time of a coffee break is just a blink in the interferences of gravity waves,  swirling around our ankles like snakes with scales of pure darkness. 
I remember walking in the deep mountain grass, following  the energy lines. The briars and the dandelion caressed the leather of my worn out boots. I could focus on the implication of the intricate energy curves  in the synapses of the earth, but I'd rather loose myself to the ancient melody, the echoes of  which are only rumors in the mountain wind and whispers  in the leaves of the alders.
Lying on the cool mountain grass,  I sunbathed in the white light of pure abstraction. My body merged to the glorious colors of the chaotic spectrum . The pulse of my blood in my ears was nothing else than the rhythm of the cosmic melody taught by the Great Old Ones. My skin turned to copper, my hair to quicksilver. The musk of my sweat, the smell of my feet and the perfume of the mountain flowers mixed into the music of fractal dimensions. I forgot the notion of time and space but kept them under the domination of my bewildering desires.  
I saw a vulture turning in the sky, tearing the cotton candy clouds and capturing the refracted image of my shining body in its stone-like eyes. 
Because of our needs for uncanny cults, because of our interior medieval poetry, because of the resilience of memories of the great old ones in the books of pure cosmic madness, our self-consciousness is eroding itself on the wind of photonic melodies.  Our fading images have walked barefoot on the ashes of dying stars, on the frost of interstellar space, on the cold metal polished by high energy protons, on the desiccated carapaces of ancient predators.  Dive in the ocean of spectral harmony,  just the time of a coffee break, and bath in the waters of pure imagination, towards  the lost vibrations of our forgotten orgasms.

Surrealist Piano Treck (Narration - Demo)

Funny Kind of Sad

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon here demon there
This ain't no time to be scared
Your hands have got to grip the hedges
Your feet stay firm on the bridges
It's you who chose to journey alone
Why couldn't you just stay home?

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when your spirits draw away
Hear them shaking in the grass
Can you feel them watching you as you pass?
The tiny voice that soothes is coming from you

Fear the night fear the day
The dead or the living when they pass your way
Demon here demon there
Everywhere

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when the spirits leave you lone
Remember long ago
What you already know
What you already know
Your way home

Demon here demon there
Don't be scared. Stay aware
You gotta stay clear. You gotta stay bold
Hands and feet gotta hold
Demon teams demon dreams
Woven out of the moonbeams
Voicing from below in echo

Carve a sigil cast a bone
Make an altar of a stone
Call to the beast beyond the foam
A gentle hand, a knowing eye, a loving tone

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon in the heat. Demon on repeat
Why didn't you just stay home?
Now you're just all about the sight
Of the towns at the foot of the mountain
With their beckoning lights

Demon teams demon dreams
They called you out again
Now your hands have got to hold
Your legs have got to stand
Feel the eyes hear the cries
The howling of the beast
You're the howling in the peaks
You are the beast you seek

Echo Demon

Mix N Match

Spring

Common Cause 145 BPM

The Fields Of Geneseo

something tells me won't be walking home today
all the memories keep tellin' you to stay
oh, the little things you thought you knew so well
put you in a spell

tell yourself, just to carry on
help yourself, to a little love
just exhale, feel the music in you heart
tell yourself, it'll be all right
it may take, the needed time
tell yourself and get through the day

when you know that there is nothing you can do
you wait

when it seems that it will never be the same
again

https://youtu.be/E4B-QTMuNt8

Surrealist Piano Treck (Narration - Demo)

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