Written, arranged, produced and engineered by Mike Luv
Mike Luv: Sequencing, Samples

Breeze Through the Screen

Slacking

Broken portal guns

I NEVER PLAYED

Have you ever sensed the day as a glorious event to your life expectations
Have you ever sensed the day in a way that it matters only what you say

Demolish everyone you think he had played
I never played I never played

Have you ever sensed the night as a sheet of desires giving birth to light
Have you ever sensed the night in a way that your shadow always stay alongside

Demolish everyone you think he had played
I never played, I never played.

Guitar - Bill Barek
Vocals, Lyrics - Christos

TASCAM DR-100

I NEVER PLAYED -JAMMING ME AND BILL (Lyrics on Description)

Vibe

Books of Worries - Tome after tome Remix

modest little improvisation on this jazz classic, which of course was also played by Chet Baker, Miles Davies and the greats of jazz. The lovely backing piano is the result of a midi file from the web (without copyright notice), equipped with the sound of an NI Foerster piano. My improvisation blown in one go on the EWI USB, without post-processing :-)

You go to my head // EWI Trumpet Jam

The Future In Motion (No Lead Guitar)

Another version of the song can be found on the album "Cabaret", under the name "Trapped in Shadows [Cabaret]."

[Verse]
I wake up cold, the night still near,
A home that crumbles year by year.
Mama’s hands are rough, she can't let go,
Of dreams she lost a lifetime ago.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Verse]
Crowds scream loud, but I can’t hear,
Their cheers are just a mask for fear.
We sing the songs they wanna feel,
But every note is less than real.

The lights are bright, they burn my skin,
But emptiness is all within.
Another show, another day,
I’m just a shadow on display.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Bridge]
The world’s on fire, but we survive.
I wonder if we’re truly alive.
They say the world is ours to make,
But how much more can one heart take?

[verse]
My brother’s got hunger in his eyes,
But no one hears the quiet cries.
 
[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

Just a Shadow on Display [Edit]

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I pronounce it, Zixy-Sticks. It came from a nonsensical play on the name of the truly vile candy-dust-in-a-cardboard-tube, Pixy Sticks. Then again, there is meaning everywhere. 

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Breeze Through the Screen

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