Forced to Smile

The End of the Century

We’re back in time
Rebuilding the kingdom
De-freaking the sanctum, baby!

A loop is fine (a loop divine)
Can’t un-fool a fool
The Gullivers rule the sea

When you roll over you
Will you stand with me
And we can bring back now

It’s a long long winter
But the seagulls won’t be crying defeat
Don’t trade your bangs for a whimper
A sturdy sail is never obsolete

Well I guess all of this earth was not enough for us
We wore our hardest hats and ground it back to dust
Our final score was high, we took it all with us
There were some lovely moments in between
We made love between wars and art between lies

Chorus: repeated

And when you roll over you
Will you stand with me
So we can take back now

We’re dumbing down
To fit the zeitgeist
The memers won
The Kraken’s free

No-one can save us
We’re the sirens
Just singing to our rock
Too scared to put to sea

Buncha redwoods going it alone
Who’s it gonna be, 
Who’s it gonna be
When the axe done fall?
It’s unimaginable
We were asked to be nicer
By some woman I saw
Kicking the Kaiser
Who promised us a wall
(Wall off our rock from sailors)

We're back in time

Chorus: repeated

When you roll over you
Will you sail with me
And we can journey back to now

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My future works will be a mix of "Instrumental Black Metal" and "Baroque Music", like this new single taken from the unpublished EP titled "Suite in A Minor (Dnw 46)". 
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Fugue (Dnw 46)

A Powerful Indie Rock Experience Where Psychedelic Textures Meet Unpolished Authenticity
"In the dance between consciousness and sound, music becomes the bridge connecting our inner worlds to universal truths—transforming perception into shared experience."
THE ARTIST'S VISION
Where boldness meets introspection, "Spectrum of Consciousness" emerges as a sonic expedition through the landscapes of human perception. Drawing inspiration from the psychedelic textures of Tame Impala while embracing the driving energy of The War on Drugs, this musical journey invites listeners to explore the boundaries between power and vulnerability, between the tangible and the transcendent.
This meticulously crafted composition weaves energetic electric guitars, ethereal synths, and dynamic percussion into a captivating tapestry where heroic instrumentation meets philosophical depth. Each musical element contributes to a narrative that explores consciousness, perception, and the multi-dimensional nature of human experience.

Spectrum of Consciousness

Power Corrupts

You were just in the next room
Weren't you?
I set two spoons
And the kettle screamed at me
For being wrong
Again

I don't cry
I rehearse
This absence
It's not a sentence
Just a wrinkle in the hours
Just a door someone forgot to close

Come back, and I'll forget what you said
Come back, and I'll tear out the ending
Come back, and I'll believe in gods
Come back, and I'll fold the universe
Down to a note
Tucked in your coat

(You took the coat. You took the note.)

Who do I become
When you're not the name
My day was built around?

I touch the outline you left in the air
It feels like emptiness
It feels like loss without direction
It feels like the beginning of extinction

I hate you
Because you're not here
Not because of how
Not because of when
Just the brutal, raw arithmetic
Of your not-being-where-I-left-you

You took, the rhythm of doors closing gently
You took, my habit of laughing before the punchline
You took, every second that might've meant anything

And you left
this echo in my mouth
that keeps calling your name
like a heretic naming saints

I feed your silence
It grows fat
It learns my gait
It sleeps in your side of the bed
And I tuck it in

It watches shows you would've hated.
It wears your robe
It hums out of tune
And I never correct it

Sometimes it weeps
Because I don't
Sometimes it reads
The notes you never answered
Sometimes it just sits
And listens to me
Not saying your name

I stopped saying "you'd love this"
Now I just stare
At the thing you would've loved
And nod
As if you're already watching
From wherever this absence feeds itself

I set no spoons
The kettle stays quiet

You're Not Where I Left You

disturbing the peace - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Digital Love Human Heartbreak

High Energy Big drums powerfull anthem kind of country song

You Got Me Bucking Like A Bronco

Onsterfelijk Toen

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, Earth, a tiny blue planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way, lies silent, its cities in ruins, its people long gone. As a time traveller and musician, I am drawn to this world, to the echoes of a civilisation that reached for the stars but fell short, consumed by an ambition they could neither control nor fully understand.
Through my music, I seek to capture the essence of this lost era, particularly the turbulent times around 2070, when humanity's fate hung in the balance. Each song is a journey through time, a sonic exploration of the apocalyptic moments when everything changed, guided by the haunting melodies and atmospheric soundscapes that paint a vivid picture of a world on the brink of collapse.
As I wander through the abandoned streets and desolate landscapes, I find inspiration in the remnants of human culture - the unfinished symphonies in empty concert halls, the silence that hangs heavy in recording studios where hit songs were once crafted. The music becomes a conduit for the stories that linger in these spaces, tales of dreams pursued and hopes shattered.
In the rhythms of nature reclaiming the cities, I hear a powerful message - that all things must pass, that even the grandest of human achievements are impermanent. This truth resonates through my compositions, serving as a reminder of our own fragility and the need for humility in the face of the universe's vast mysteries.
Each track  is a warning, a cautionary tale wrapped in sound and emotion. They speak of the paths we may tread if we are not vigilant, the dreams that may crumble if we are not wise. Through music, I forge a connection that transcends time and space, inviting listeners to explore the echoes of a vanished world and heed the lessons hidden within.
Join me on this sonic odyssey through the remnants of Earth's final days, a journey that will leave you questioning our place in the cosmos and the legacy we leave behind. Let the music be your guide as we navigate the ruins of a civilisation that dared to dream big but ultimately succumbed to its own hubris - a fate we must strive to avoid as we venture forth into the unknown.

Spectrum of Consciousness

World Without Humans