Epilogue For The Sea (A Day In Gaza)


[Verse 1 – Day Without Direction]
A day that leads to nowhere.
A day that folds into thin air.
His hands, tired
from swinging the bruised blue on
between two sunsets
and God’s distant dawn.

[Verse 2 – Language Fails]
A day for flaws to bloom.
For silence to grow
from lips,
to hearts,
to death.
A day for the adjective’s
last breath.

[Chorus - Murder And Silence]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence
silence is fluent
in regret.

[Verse 3 – Soldier’s Alphabet]
Murder is present tense.
Its form unhinged,
As night puts on
a soldier’s fringe.
The nouns bear witness.
The letters lie
naked
with the ones
who die.

[Verse 4 – The Gazan Father]
This sea is mute.
No lapis. No delirium.
And there
the Gazan father’s hat.
I wear it.
His prayers echo in the lining.
His forgiveness too,
mumbled after prayer.
His children hum
A bomb.
Mother of orphans
And a bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
And every word
that might have saved us
sinks back into the ash,
too afraid to be spoken.

[Chorus]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence
silence is fluent
in regret.

[Verse 5 – The Call From Home]
It’s only me
and your voice.
Only me,
and your voice here.
Only me,
your voice,
and dust.
Black!!!
the thresholds of Egypt.
Black!!!
the daughter of siege.
Black!!!
in freeze-frame satellites.
Black!!!
in vomit behind the phrase:
“Yes, yes... we’re all fine.
No one was hurt
Except for truth.
Except for hope.
Your father’s withdrawn.
Your brother’s gone.
Your sister weeps
for fate in the dark.
And God
God does what He wants.”

[Verse 6 – The Epilogue]
And I
I am an epilogue
of day.
At night,
I long for a suitcase.
Today,
This day
they erase it all:
my story,
God,
and the fragile line
between my name
and Old Jerusalem.

[Final Chorus]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence is fluent
in regret....

Epilogue For The Sea (A Day In Gaza)

"Voir" est une ode aux jeunes voix, à celles qu’on oublie, qu’on survole, mais qui méritent d’être entendues, vraiment.
Dans une ambiance folk québécoise inspirée de l’intimité d’Harmonium, les paroles naviguent entre fragilité et force, entre solitude et espoir.

Guitares acoustiques, harmonies vocales feutrées, un refrain qui serre le cœur comme une accolade.
C’est un chant pour tous ceux qui veulent juste une place pour être… eux-mêmes.

 "On est là, pis on vaut l’détour, même si on fait pas toujours l’tour."

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Voir

I am the prophet

Lost in Us

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Weightless Dreams (Club-Maxi-Single 1)

Subtext and Shadows

No One Can Ever Tell

Right Behind You

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

Epic Cinematic Metal score.
A colleague of mine asked me to produce a track, which combines cinematic orchestra instruments and metal. Because he loves metal, but also orchestra instruments. 

So, this track is where orchestra meets metal:
Thundering war drums driving relentless energy
Soaring and distorted electric cello lines cutting through the mix
Dark contrast and depth
A sound both cinematic and powerful, bridging film score intensity with the raw force of metal.
It’s not just orchestral. It’s not just metal. It’s the collision of both worlds. Dramatic, aggressive.
Listen yourself. If you like it.....

Forged in Shadows

Desert Prayer by smokethatdank

A doom-folk ballad that walks hand in hand with the Grim Reaper. That Was Death is cinematic, eerie, and deeply atmospheric, blending finger-picked guitar with swelling strings and a slow, pounding rhythm that feels like a funeral march. The lyrics channel the Reaper’s voice, weaving haunting imagery with a ritual refrain that lingers long after the final whisper.

This track is as much a story as it is a song, dark, poetic, and unsettlingly beautiful. Perfect for listeners who crave music with atmosphere, weight, and a touch of the otherworldly. Lyrics inspired by Mark's long departed friend James 'Bubs' Hubbard. Sadly missed but never forgotten.

That Was Death

AI-powered beats + human soul. Music that bridges worlds.

Subtext and Shadows

Jed Brown