Greg Hurley: Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Slide guitar, Bass guitar, Acoustic guitar, B3, Clav, Drum programming, mix and mastering.

Lyrics:
I see the writing on the wall
Seems like you never try to call

my words were deliberately misconstrued
sitting here thinking as I eat my finger-food

Isolation is rushing in
Missing you where have you been 

Who knows where you  could have been
last time I saw you only wore a grin

Doubting everything set in front of you
I’m low down and miserable it’s true
 
Isolation is rushing in
just like taking one on the chin

Where Have You Been

MENTAL LESSONS

Broken Dreams

My place to stay

JE N’AI PAS DE MESSAGE
JE N’AI RIEN À VOUS DIRE
PAS DE MAUVAIS PRÉSAGE
NI DE RÊVE D’EMPIRE

MOI J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
LE SOIR AU FOND DES BOIS
JE DANSE AVEC LES FOUS 
ET LES SINGES AUX ABOIS

ET JE FAIS LE MÉNAGE 
JE PLACE EN L’AVENIR
DES ESPOIRS PLUS SAGES
ET DES CRÉTINS MOINS PIRE

ET J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
L’ALOUETTE PARFOIS
BREF CE QUI VAUT LE COUP
QUI ÉTAIT UNE FOIS

DANS CE MONDE  DE SAUVAGES
DE SUCEURS DE VAMPIRES
OUI SOUVENT J’AI LA RAGE
LES TRIPES QUI CHAVIRENT

ET J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU 
LE SOIR AU FOND DES BOIS
JE GRONDE AVEC LES LOUPS
ET LES TIGRES AUX ABOIS

JE N’AI PAS DE MESSAGE 
PAS GRAND-CHOSE À VOUS DIRE
ALORS JE PLIE BAGAGE
ET TEL UN VIEUX SATYRE 

MOI J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
ET LA QUEUE AUX ABOIS
MOI JE TIRE MON COUP
AVEC LA FÉE DES BOIS

LE COUCOU  (Lyrics)

Third track from this project, inspired by Ann Leckie's book, "Ancillary Justice". One of the instruments I chose for this came with that lo-fi, warm, white noise, analogue, vinyl feel. You can't miss it, I've let it dominate the recording... or should I say, I've let the compressor decide! In the end, I think it helps with the slightly bluesy, smoky guitar lick. Breq's developing relationship with Seivarden is a central theme in the book. 

The illustration is by Tom Fowler (on tumbler). It shows Breq holding Seivarden by the scruff of the neck... very different to the two of them on the book cover.  I love the way Leckie's book plays with the reader's gender perceptions.
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Seivarden

Ominous Imagined Storm Approach on a Spring Hike in a Fictional Mountain Meadow

'In A Nutshell' is an instrumental fusion track....

In A Nutshell

...All blades fired in this forge would break soon after forging, but the shards would never rust, nor dull, nor break...
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In ancient times, There was a Dwarven blacksmith.  The iron in his region was rather poor and despite the skill he lavished upon his blades, they would always break.  One day a mysterious stranger, robed in black, approached him at his forge and offered to enchant the blacksmith's forge that blades made in it's fire would never perish.  The blacksmith was suspicious, and asked what the stranger wanted in return.  "The deed itself is my payment," said the stranger.  The smith opened his mouth to reject the offer, when his gaze fell upon one of his broken swords.  Hesitantly the dwarf agreed.  

The stranger pointed at the dwarf's forge and began an incantation.  Clouds gathered and snow began to fly in the valley, despite the summer.  The ground shook and spikes of obsidian shot up around the forge.  The fire, which had been a warm red, became an arcane violet.  "It is done," said the stranger to the horrified dwarf.  The smith cautiously took up his tools as the stranger watched, and forged a blade.  When the sword was completed, the dwarf tested the blade against the obsidian.  As he struck the rock, the blade sheared in two.  Outraged, the dwarf confronted the mysterious black robed man.  "Strike the anvil with this broken blade," said the man, and the dwarf, full of suspicion, complied.  The sheared blade clove the anvil in two and the blade took no hurt.  

All blades fired in this forge would break soon after forging, but the shards would never rust, nor dull, nor break.  Much mischief was done with those blades.  The forge came to be known as The Splinter-Forge.  From then on, the snow never departed that region and the violet fire never cooled.
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{Bible Verse}
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Music By Peter Iverson
Unpublished work copyright (c) 2025 by Peter Ian Iverson

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The Splinter Forge

Ocean in me

Drift into a serene sonic landscape with this ethereal ambient downtempo track. Hypnotic synth pads and a gentle, evolving bassline create a calming atmosphere, perfect for introspection or unwinding. Subtle, distant percussion adds to the dreamy, floating sensation, inviting listeners to lose themselves in its tranquil depths.

Broken Dreams

Marco Intranuovo