& that should be "slightly ajar"

non-metamorphosis my shoulderblades continue to itch but prolonged examination in the mirror finds not the slightest trace of feathers beginning to sprout at the bottom of my spine where my tail should have been the muscles which…

Its all about pace of life.and the contradictory way the system works

David dalby is the urban cowboy and i just set him free

progressive rock, prog rock

After a month long break, here are some more home studio recordings of our repertoire. Still in Russian, but the beautiful melodies are sure to make you feel good :)

A song of my friend Darren's which we worked on together. He's on keys and vox, I'm on guitar.

A scene setting track from the IT WAS A DARK & STORMY NIGHT album

From the album GIVE TOO MUCH, available for sale here: http://bit.ly/GiveTooMuch More info here: http://bit.ly/WorldEntertainmentWar

i was inspired by the videos of the iraq war that wikileaks put out last year.

With this one i wanted to get the message out there that things just arent as they seem in the media and the samples fitted so well i didnt need to record my lyrics,Hugo weaving said it better than i ever could,samples taken from the matrix and…

A favorite style of my wife... like Kris Kristofferson, in a way. Maybe more folk than Outlaw Country...? The song has great meaning for me. Hope you like it! Doug

One of my early collaborations with Norm. Down by the riverside Where all of the fish had died I threw my faith right in When I saw it, it was sinking Oh don’t you go Don’t you even dare Don’t run away until you’ve heard…

The Forest at Night

A new feel for the classic hymn.

dedicated to a pretty girl I know... :P also note there is a meager attempt at video for this song! Lyrics: ====== smile for me, pretty girl smile for me, please i'd do anything you want to get you to acknowledge me but i breathe…

It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "сlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free. ~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~

Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ... ~sonaresque~