I keep walking Through the bush And I pass death I can almost touch And I hide my eyes From the light And there's rain and thunder in my soul I'm a traveller in the night I'm a night traveller I call again on the dark A place where ghosts whisper…

Started with a funky guitar groove and it evolved from there.

woke up from a bad sleep because there was a mosquito in my room driving me crazy ... I had no words to this tune and just spontaneously put down what ever came into my head and sang it .

I've always wanted to do a big band blues tune ... this is as close as I'll ever get!

I experimented with my uke.

Started as an acoustic bluesy tune and it grew from there. I used my acoustic/electric godin and some midi organ and horns ... nothin's ever easy

gettin' some chicken bumps! Get down and get funky!

I have always loved jazz and blues but never really had the chops to really play jazz. But I can feel it and I tried to create that feel with this tune using my sweet old 63 jazzmaster. This was also an experiment in doing a complete time change…

Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...). Life itself is a... waiting? Note…

Am blodau sy'n ei dorri yn rhy ifanc...

Lyrics: Assimilate the young and weak Indoctrinate the rest in blood The rising sun burns out the truth Our fate foretold in manuscript Tear down the structures And take up arms Indoctrinate your beliefs Hates inception This is the end Dawns…

Yay!

In the dark of night I pray To see the moon shine through Tear the veil of fear away And I will follow You Sin and shame are clouds that hide The light of Love and Truth Mercy melts the mask of Pride So I will follow You I remember how You saved…

Warning: Synthesizer (JV-30, ca. 1996) I had three tunes that didn't stand on their own. They don't go together either, so I put them together. I've been told it's reminiscent of Frank Zappa, but frankly I don't know if I've ever been able…

Warning: Crude (by today's standards) Synthesizer (Amiga MED module, ca 1992) Science fiction. It's a genre, isn't it? Yes, but for *writing*, not music, muttonhead! So say the squares. To which I say: bah! This piece has a somewhat…

Warning: Crude (by today's standards) Synthesizer (Amiga MED module, ca 1993) A dance/pop arrangement of a tune which I can only describe as ZOMG HAPPY. Due to the technical limitations of Amiga audio (stereo with only 2 voices per channel…

Warning: Synthesized Acoustic Instruments (JV-30, ca 1997) A jazz-rock fusion arrangement of a tune which I can only describe as ZOMG HAPPY.

My experimentation with lo-fi surf rock that's so popular with the tumblr kids. I literally wrote the lyrics when I was drunk and pissed off. I'll upload a better version with fewer mistakes and more verses later. LYRICS: i saw the girl with…

Inspired by the melody line of a particularly crappy video game for the Super Nintendo that I loved as a child. LYRICS: Please take me alive So for another moment I can survive. Oh baby it's a shame, but we're both the same inside. I…

15 y/o teen from the neighbourhood comes in and brings some piano chords and a vocal melody

Just in time for the big 2012 election! *** BANJO WARNING *** Just me and me banjo. Inspired by a story my journalist daughter in Moscow just published. She was too small when we moved to Russia to remember that politicians shaking hands…

Warning: Synthesized Acoustic Instruments (JV-30, ca 1997) A simple rustic air with a sitar duet jammed into the bridge. That tells a profound and hearfelt story about city planning. Or not.

which was originally intended for this song The Brick Bandit which I fast turned into "In The Halls (Beautiful Little Monsters)". Is a story of a manager at my work who couldn't deal with staying sober and went on a spree of robbing pharmacies…

After Buggering the beautiful Beatles i thought i'd have a go at old Tom...............

Fabrizio Fulvio Fausto Fiale master minded this microtonal version of a Black Sabbath classic. I ruined the vocals I'm afraid :-(

Packed up, and left on the wind I haven't felt it, since I don't know when I tried to quell restless legs Bled out from words, and did nothing for it So wear down the tread, Exchanged throttle for needle and thread Take charge to fix all that…

This is a Scapes Wizard vst self generated sound sculpture.

A sonic representation of a painful experience.