Rabid Rose Your thorns, Wound so deep, As death. Bloody' As sin. Your blooms, Slick with your, Scent, Crazed my brain, Drag me in. Madness in my heart, Never clear again. Crazed my brain, Dragged me in, Rend my heart, Never clear again…

Inspired by the book "Freedom and Death" by Nikos Kazantzakis Battlecry – Freedom and Death Our arms are the mountains and the crags Our ammunition in our hearts Not the ancient swords and muskets we tote Against all odds The light of…

Rabid Rose Your thorns, Wound so deep, As death. Bloody' As sin. Your blooms, Slick with your, Scent, Crazed my brain, Drag me in. Madness in my heart, Never clear again. Crazed my brain, Dragged me in, Rend my heart, Never clear again…

A folky ballad about the trials and tribulations that happen during home recording, in this particular case using a Boss microBR. ********************************************* Let me tell you all a story, most of it is true, a strange and twisted…

Early morning, down by the docks, the fog is heavy before the sun burns it off.

Flying above the buildings and trees feeling free.

This started as a simple piano piece from Osckilo, I took that as a beginning point and added the rest (synth, guitar, drums from Boss microBR), turning it into a prog-rock instrumental.

We call this Beat-box ghosts (the prog-fu mix). A fun collab between Osckilo and myself. Osckilo had this song he did called Ghosts, all done beat-box. I had to ask him what beat-box meant, I had no idea. I took his original track (just his…