This guitar sounds like its won quite a few bar fights this RAWKS!

Geiler TRACK! Super sounding ROCK! So dig the distortion guitar that keeps givin'...Love the pick up section! HOLA WOW XOXOXO

Hier gibt's richtig Kraft und Feur Werk XOXOXO

ancient aliens and humans that are deceived by them... artificial intelligence as a portal for demons to exit and enter through as liberally as they fancy

Been a while and nice to hear this one again, it really shreds!

Mia Monterde, transverse flute
Gaspar Monterde, guitars

A wish of happiness for all.

Parets del Vallès, Barcelona 15/05/2022

Happiness (for Núria & Mia)

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Your cloud a song relating to a relationship that’s finished but photos float on a cloud forever and can be retrieved at anytime to reminisce.

Your Cloud ~ Conscience Of Kings

In the hot summers of the cereal steppe, any small puddle is a treasure for life.
Like for these two Corn bunting

104º Fahrenheit

I made this song with the desire to replace and connect with the next tone before the change in tone has meaning.
 I love to remember the reality in my mind, such as "when I feel the emotions of others" and "impressions of dreams just before waking up".
 I wanted to express the movement of my heart, which only I, who I love so much, know through music. 
 I tried to stay as far away from any form of genre as possible and carefully searched and made my own form.
 The characteristic of this song is that you can't find a more comprehensive image than any other song in the past.

Longing for something that has substance even if it has no form.（238）

After a trip through the Mediterranean with the paramour of my life years ago... these lyrics emerged as an expression of gratitude and love. Yesterday those lyrics found home in this new original composition.

Forever thinking about you and the family we've made baby.

Thinkin' About You [Instrumental]

Hey, glad you dropped by. The New Year is upon us. I wish you a happy year ahead. Yet wishes are as fickle as hopes and dreams, which often conjure up nothing more than a brief feel good moment. I hear people nearby celebrating, as if nothing is wrong in their world, while others are fighting for their very lives, at war, or surviving as best they can in extreme and difficult situations. Those disparities has always haunted me… All I need to do is reflect back to see my own trajectory, much like a shooting star burning through the night sky. So what will the new year bring? This will be my 67th new year, so as you might have guessed, I am somewhat jaded when it comes to the anticipation of living in a better world. What I do have is this simple notion that all of us are moving through time together. In a very real sense, we are time travelers. And yet as time leaps forward, say in a hundred years from now, nearly everyone alive in this moment will have ended their journey, save for a few centenarians. Those tough souls will linger on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is, but also realize the its fragility. Maybe these maudlin thoughts have influenced this first song of the new year, maybe not. This song is a loosely woven lyrical tapestry of traveling, living in the moment, having a home, lost love, and stargazing. These days, I am not much of a traveler, as far as geography goes. I haven’t been out of the county here for quite some time. Some find that shocking. Others find it sad. I find it to be wonderfully grounding. There are places I’d like to go, but I find I can be wowed by the world right here in the now. In a sense, my daydreams of traveling contain a timeless place. Yet, places do change over time. I did not grow up in this place, and have struggled to make it my home. When I do venture out, I often find the last leg of the journey back home to be the most difficult. It is as if the journey to one place ends, and another journey back begins, even though in essence, it is the same journey. And no matter where I go, I always look up at the stars. They remind me of the places I have been, and the people I have known. Some have left an indelible mark on me. I sometimes want to travel back to see them, but then realize the improbabilities of doing so. Like places, those circumstances have changed. It is then, I take a deep breath, or sometimes sigh, and head back inside my home. Mark

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The Age of the Clockwork Men has given way to the Golden Age of Truly Mechanical Man- the Age of Homo Electricus. And the new race of robotic men begin building images of their mechanical gods and to tell fables of the ancient race of giants. 

Admiral Krank and His Mo Sheen.

Thanks due to Commander Fullyard for help with the title.

Uberius, Die Asen Maschine

Exploring the underworld, Izanagi searches for his wife Izanami…
This track is part of the project of my friend Hideo @soundsofthekosmos. It is an open invitation to collab by exploring japanese myths.

Yomi-no-kuni

Sometimes, Somethings, Somehow - Harmful if Followed with Carkiss and Dorian Elsewhere

Have a good trip! (Homesick Jam)

In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.

Uberius, Die Asen Maschine

Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen

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