One of those songs in which other songs echo, as if down a hall of reflecting mirrors.

Perhaps just a touch of Kate Gaffney present.

🥰🥰🥰 lovely -beatiful - wonderful -- more than words coud say 🥰🥰🥰🙏🏻

Nicely smooth and really beautiful songwriting with amazing accounting guitar work and excellent vocals.

nice acoustic sound and expressive vocals

Great tune, well compised, love the acoustic vibe and vocals

Dystopian transhumanism.

http://www.droned.eu/ art by Waclaw Traier

Death of Ages

Plasma Fields

Well, I had not been able to share this older Instrumental before, as SoundCloud had always blocked uploading in the past for copyright infringement. But as it's really a work of myself, I'm happy this issue seems solved by now..so, please check it out!🙏

Music composed, arranged & played by Jürgen Joherl ©2004
Produced by Jürgen Joherl * Music, NL ©2005

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Heartland

Julie's Song

The 13th EP of "past is the verse"

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https://open.spotify.com/album/1RUDdgyyYJYQa0AZsL6khC

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https://music.apple.com/us/album/into-single/1649513242

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0BJ6C2VV5

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/into

Into

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Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord   (KRT Production)

THE HUNT 

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Warpath
Warpath

Do you believe in peace?
They trick you into unfair treaties
Don't you try to hide and run?
Sneak at them and get the gun
and shoot

Silhouettes at the horizon
Men on mustangs, blood red sun
They come and try but we will prove
Crush your peace pipes, everyone
Everyone
Crush your peace pipes, everyone

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on 
The hunt is on
(Now it's time for tomahawk)


Pale face speaking with split toungue
selling marbles and firewater
Slaughtering our buffaloes
now we steal and sell your daughter

Don't you bring me peace and freedom
now get out my tipi door
Take your cattle, take your bible
Take your smallpox, this means war 
This means war
This means war

The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on



(Death bells taken from the Neckargerach's Michaelskirche)

The Hunt

As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

Remind

Song is dedicated to the legendary band "Deep Purple" & "Ritchie Blackmore"
Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all clean, distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, keys
Production by E.H.T Studio
Thank you for listening!

Railway Blues

Deepest Of Purple

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

During every writing frenzy there's always a particular track that stands out, very special track. Dedicated to my friends (new and old) love you guys and thanks for sticking by me through the tough times.

Watch on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo7SHVqyYU8

one in every crowd

"Hoje não saiu o Sol nem tem flor no jardim;
E a voz dentro de mim já começa a gritar;
Sinto algo no Vento antes da Chuva chegar;
Balança o que mora em mim;
Deixa revolto o meu Mar;
Isso é muito sofrido, o beijo agora é um perigo, sem abraços, sem se ver;
O tempo virou um castigo;
É o sinal que é preciso de novo aprender
a amar e a viver... a amar e a viver;
Estou precisando da praia;
Dar um mergulho no Mar;
Ficar deitado na areia;
Virar gaivota e voar"

Música inspirada e gravada  no isolamento social da pandemia do coronavírus (jul/20). As linhas de violão e voz eu fiz pelo celular, a linha do baixo o Cristovam Ruiz Jr mandou de Birigui (gravou no Estúdio Terra) e as linhas da guita o Giovanni Pilosio também mandou de casa. Nosso Alquimista Alexandre Morales (o Bucha, do Estúdio Jaburu aqui em São Paulo), acendeu o fogo do seu caldeirão e fez essa produção "divina" (também o backing vocal e colocou a percussão). Gratidão Monstro aos meus Brothers por mais um puta mergulho musical.

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