Basically I just threw together a couple of songs I've been working on to make up for my inactivity, haha. They all sort of go under the same theme ,"fear". Some of these songs might come off as creepy. Oh well.. 

(The two last songs are rather unfinished and I'll probably work more on them in the future. However, some of the flaws are on purpose. I don't aim to make polished music anyway.)

Enjoy!


Imaginary Friends

So lonesome to me, for my stone will not true,
 unto the falsity of this false city's view,
 for the angles are fangled in fang gill and fever,
 so lonesome to me...an untrued believer,

So lonesome to me, appraising a praising,
 ground into the ground where the herdings are grazing,
 where the dust does't a dalliance, moulded by molded hands
 so lonesome to me that it calls itself man,

So lonesome to me that the apple appalls,
 for the walls they have ears but the ears they have walls,
 though they gorge in the gorge of the irresolute,
 so lonesome to me, they will not taste the fruit,

So lonesome to me, this fork in my tongue,
 but my scales are a-tipsy with what must be sung,
 and my heart is a bell that demands to be rung,
 so lonesome to me that I slither among,

For I peaked from my peak, an heir of the air,
 high on the wind that does layer my lair,
 from these withering heights did I cast you my call,
 but you prayed and you prayed and you preyed that I fall....

Kay Fable

armed with seven rounds of space doodoo pistols.  -kool keith

Lots of selfmade, mostly bedroom- or cellarproduced tracks here, different styles because of different moods and music tools, often selfmade instruments, allways experimenting and in search of sounds and soundmaking stuff, harmonic or non-harmonic....and all free to listen and to download ...and if you want to use one of my tracks or try a collab, just ask, do it and tell me about it... all in terms of Creative Commons...
I have to make music every free minute, allways full of it, and, about time, I have a lot of toys to do this ... these tracks are my kind of relaxing and i will do it till the end of my time...
I hope, you like, what I do....You may find a lot, but no autotune and no AI, I swear...
You cannot OWN music, you only can MAKE it.... (something, Neneh Cherry said)... and so I do...
I never learned an instrument, I am an analphabet in music theory, but that's not important: 
I AM an instrument and there's always music inside me.... and I go on...
SC is my diary: The diary of my steps into the world of music since 2012....
if you want to know something about that: you're welcome!
One of my tracks is especially made for you... 
Try the playlists ; )
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"Don't Wait To Create"

BIO:
SONICrider (Jurgen Winkel) is a producer, musician, artist & performer from the South of The Netherlands.
Jurgen started as a musician – playing the machinery – of the band BLIND an underground electro-rock band during the late eighties and nineties.
Currently creating electronic music based on analog sounds producing all kinds of styles – always with an experimental/industrial touch: during a performance the audience will be guided through a world of sound (& vision when possible).
Open for collaborations exploring the boundaries of the universe \0/

Complete bio & more --> https://sonicrider.nl/epk/

All SONICrider productions own compositions* and recordings.

(* Some Chords The Mad Run Mix SONICrider original by Deadmau5)

5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

idk why i have an animal theme going on rn w my songs but

Imaginary Friends

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