https://open.spotify.com/album/5nLGX0T76SElkNfZi9Gmhe?si=jwhD6mMnQS6kmcRLf2FEcw
Electronic music synthesizers, guitar and vocals
art work, a pic of me, playing guitar in the band Beef.

After All This Time

The Final Judgment

This is another one from the recordings we did with our former chanteuse Julia back then. Credits and hugs! Cheers @user-20931549 & @bonetender

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/40O55SVG6gXXglPAhXDfn6
Video: https://youtu.be/8fgFhNV0uNc

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Marine Girl

Maggie Sunrise 1993

In your eyes. 1602 ( 1993 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

KNIFELIKE

EARTH SCORED NULL

Spaced out baby body soul
Seven billion people living alone around this world
There is a party going in my fucking hood
Chicks will wait for something burn some Hollywood.
Spaced out baby body soul
Met with an old friend telling me cracking words
Story after story he said in the end
He was such a brother will see him back again.

Petros - Drums
Bill Barek - Guitar
Christos - Vocals , Lyrics

TASCAM DR-100

EARTH SCORED NULL (Lyrics on Description)

'Clouded Vision' is an instrumental Fusion track

Clouded Vision

first collab
Lyrics & Singing : Oanna
Music & mastering : Tot 
Tot. is
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Lyrics: 
August sunset, orange colour
Mouth  sensually  . tasting  pink on the lips
 time of day .
 a sunnier Sun but now the night is there-

and I get up for prayer time and walk with the dead

dawn is closing. scarecrows scare crows 
in the fields where I walk
 I saw you unable to move
Like transport elsewhere

it's sad  if you fall in the only dark

dawn is closing. 
scarecrows scare crows in the fields behind

I never wanted this for you

I saw you unable to move
Like transport elsewhere
it's sad  if you fall in the only dark
dawn is closing. 
scarecrows scare crows in the fields behind
In the Fields behind
Walking my eyes in the dark 

I do not see the branches that  climb up to my feet.
In the dark road They Hug my ankle silently


my Fantasy, a lost thought, 
bitter for the future, 
unable to make up my mind for  
tomorrow and neither 
for today

Scarecrows ft. Tot

Blight

using language as a caress
your parodic Irish heart
(has my spirit emblazoned within it)?
blankness throughout
a dearth of creativity
belies the lies
easy to compliment 
sleaze tease such a disappointment
when all that we are 
becoming
is so much more…..

BLIGHT

Magnificent din of heavy industry....declining in the Steel City.

(photo 'Meltdown' by Entropic Remnants c/o Pinterest)

Racket Blues

One more dance song examining what happens when we die lol.
Oy, this one was really tough. I have such a hard time with words. I guess by now, half the population doesn't even know what 't-tops' are anymore! The vocal is really out of my range, and transposing was nearly impossible but I did drop it down all I could without being in the mud then i did what i could do vocal wise. The demo I used to practice was kind of fun I might post that later...

Ah, those hot summer nights when it felt alright
Seems like yesterday
With a bottle of booze and your platform shoes
Off to dance the night way

And you ride through town with the t-tops down
And the wind blowing fast and cool
And you’re revved up hot in the parking lot
Nowhere to go and nothing to do

It’s the summer of dreams when you’re seventeen
There's no way that you can't win
Try new things, spread your wings
You don’t think about the summer’s end

Music’s loud in this lively crowd
She's dancing around the room
With the strangers you know and the friends that you don’t
Then you just turn around and they’re all gone

Where do the dancers go, when they’re not dancing anymore
Where do the dancers go when their feet aren’t on the dance floor
To the underground? To the atmosphere?
Do you stay around, do you disappear
To the great unknown, where the wild winds blow,
It’s a short ride here but a long way home   

Ah, those hot summer nights when it felt alright
What did we know
Now you lie in bed the music in your head
but you can't go back to long ago

when the dance is done and the lights come on
We all need a place to shed our skin
Place like home just to rest our bones till the night comes ‘round again

Where Do The Dancers Go When They're Not Dancing Anymore (VOCAL)

Woodwind-powered experimental music (jazz/blues/ambient/funk/fusion/free improv....)[MOST TRACKS ARE DOWNLOADABLE] Wind instruments: tenor/alto/soprano saxes; Eb/Bb clarinets; flute/bamboo flutes; recorders; oboe; melodica (+ guitar+other various noisemakers) recorded on a Zoom MRS 1266 / R24.
Beats and other sounds: GarageBand.

Racket Blues

The Windscale Blues Experiment