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Paper Airplane in a Rainstorm
2026 · 정규
The Cosmic Concrete Contradiction
The Addictive Scent of Carnage
A Dying Star Fell Into My Pocket, Small Hands Holding a Thunderstorm Smaller Than Mercy, Like a Halo Under the Weight of Another's Body, Teaching How to Apologize by Firing Halogens as Sedatives
Leave the Battle Be
Nervous System Satellite
Winter Gulag
Growth Cramps
A Future That Reaches the Deaf Child
Dial Tone for the Placebo Soul
Funeral for the Concept of Melody
No Self-Preservation Instinct
Masterclass in Being Overlooked
Gaslight an Entire Planet
Parliament of Solitudes
Defense of Being Your Own Worst Influence
The Kinetic Energy of Hummus
On the Side of the Good
Luxury Dreams Escape the Ordinary
2025 · 정규
Evacuation Notice
Eat Your Young and Call It Culture
Seven Types of Stillness in an Abandoned Mall
Disassembly of a Horizon
Drumming Up a Storm
How I Long for the Sabbath
Urban Asphyxiation
Inseperable Climax
Heartbeats Torn From a Rusted Cassette
Definite Benefits of Making Fun of Yourself
Topography of Sleep
2024 · 정규
Meadow Hotel
After the Flood
Origami
Equilibriums
The Return of the Fallen Angel
Cut to the Aftermath
Find Your Voice in the Crowd
Nectar on the Tongue, Lightning in the Veins
Metronome of Parting Tears
The Fleshbinders of Everwound
Lust for Secateurs
Vehicle of Change
Concoct a Cure to the Future
Philosophical Eulogies for Hire
Hiccup Revolution
Embracing the Absence
Permanent Danger Everywhere
Thought Octopus
Surrealistic Soiree
The Confessor of Low-Grade Collective Schizophrenia
The Speechless Victim
2023 · 정규
Vows and Blind Spots That Chain Us From Seeing the Ultimate Truth
Reign of the Dead Artifacts
All-Consuming Lust for What We Cannot Have Because It Will Destroy Us
Breaking Free From an Illicit Love Triangle (Adult Noir Fairytale)
Footloose and Fancy-Free: The Free Jazz Piano Recitals Series, Vol. 5
Earthly Religiosity Is Musically Lifeless
Edging on a Long Expired Fantasy of Disintegration
Embody the Enmeshed Ugly Truth of Symbolic Symbiotic Interactions
Spontaneous Sycophancy
Entitled to Carry My Own Weight
In the Laboratories of the Advanced
Free Fall From a Well-Guarded Ivory Tower Into the Indistinguishable Hands of Your Solicitors
It's the Old Times We Don't Care About Any Longer, Because in the Twenty First Century, When Children Grow Up, the Rules of Success and Flourishing Are Uncouthly Different
Doubts of How I Can Be Useful to You
Starvation of Your Most Vital Organ
Strangely, I Never Thought I’d Have to Rest in the Middle of the Night, and I Fumble Around, Trying to Work Out Just What Matters; Tell Me Please, Why Don’t I Have the Answers to My Life?
Addiction to the Lifestyle of Gods
Insanity Is a Legitimate State of Mind (Give Salutations Rather Than Condolences to Those Who Are Either Crazy or Lazy)
Crave a Life of Slow-Paced Grace
Retired God (Professor Emeritus in Comparative Evolution) Doesn't Understand Life Anymore
Bear the Poisons of Time
Gadgets and Cataclysms
Self-Loathing Is Musical
With Minimal Effort
Enslaved Consciousness Cannot Produce Culture
Threads of Self-Awareness
Retreat to the Comfort of Ignorance
Let Us Learn From Nature's Mechanics, Developing Our Own Animal Antics, for in This World, It's Survival of the Fittest, and Our Instincts Are What Keep Us Out of the Bleakest
Leaving Compassion Far Behind
Decay Begins When We Lose Hope in the Future
Instant Gratification Goes Against the Rules of the Game
Hey Chaos Agent, Grind Your Teeth on My Fractured Bones!
Body Is Torture, Mind Is Delusion, Fate Is a Frantic Fairy; Screaming for Your Life, All You Hear Is Another Victim Who Hates You
Weaving Sophisticated Spider Webs of Petty Self-Deceptions
In a World of Indigenous Fears, We're Off the Hook Just Like Fish in the Sea, So Innocent and So Fine on the Surface... But in the End, Anarchy Grows Within Us With Baby Steps Since Our Birth, and Then We Explode With a Hundred Little Things We Hold on To... Boom!
It Was Just a Matter of Time for Us to Learn to Live Again, Because Time Is Just a Rose, a Tree and a Raindrop, and We Are but a Seed Planted to Die Together
We Can Live the Life of a Hollywood Star and Enjoy the Company of High Profile Grumblers and Malcontents, but It's Much Better to Live Anonymously in a Little Piece of Paradise With Your Imaginary Personifications
I've Spent the Last Twenty Years Trying to Tell Everybody That There Was Never Gonna Be Enough of Me
Pay Me the Debts of Debris
We All Survived the Wars of Love While Finding Easygoing Life Hacks for Boredom
The Careless Part of Me Prays to Feel Your Inductive Heartache in the Most Controversial Night of My Life
Looking Through the Channels to the Future, With No More Obsessions or Empty Parties; So Throw Out the Fun, Forget Love, Forget Sex, Forget Yourself, Just Forget That You Ever Existed!
In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown
2022 · 정규
The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us
Manage Your Sleep Better
The Artifacts of Being Too Human
I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities
Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability
My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me
Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment
Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel
Drop Some Acid Onto the Candlelight When You're Unsure of Who's Who Amongst the Friends You've Proudly Left Behind
I Reach for Your Hand From the Afterlife, Fearing This Moment Will Pass Me By
Wings of an Angel & Scott Lawlor
Singing Praises of Your Memory With the Slightest Hope of Your Posthumous Resurrection
Embrace and Worship Adolescent Escapism, Away From the Nightmare of Adult Responsibilities
Failed Cover Story
Trying to Find Your Way Back to Where You First Thought of Being
Oddities Transforming From Hermits to Brothers
Home Is Everywhere the Industrial Revolution Didn't Happen
Gone Unseen Into the Darkness Where I Suffer, Therefore I Am, Am I?
Dig Your Own Grave
Will I Always Have a Cold Heart When I Look at This Room and Wonder Why I'm Just Like Them, but I Can't Remember Why?
Doctor's Hidden Intentions in Building a Therapeutic Dialogue
Artist's Cutthroat Grip on His Daily Food for Thought
Melodies of Miraculous Boredom to a Pariah Who Cannot Become One of the Quorum
You Know We Can Get Better
I'm the Bastard Child of Holy Fires and Cigarette Smoke, One Who Does Not Need Troublemaking or Exclamation Birthmarks for Quality Time Self-Deification
Never Had a Single Fantasy That I Could Dream as Close to You, as You've Ever Opened Up to Me; Wherefore, We Roam the World Completely Ignorant and Apart, Thereby Feeding the Perfect Vacuum of Our Emotions From One to the Other
Dance of Wounded Butterflies on the Losing Side of the Fence
I Feel Like a Stranger in a Strange Land, and I Walk Like a Duck, Though I'm a Hunter; You Know the Reason I Can Hardly Walk, So Don't Get Your Eyes Through the Hole in the Door! You Want to Be Next to Something, Ah? Then Become a Satellite City in the Wild!
There Are Not Enough Pearls in the Sea, but There Are More Than Enough of Orchid Children Who Are Made to Be Miserable, Getting Nowhere With Their Lives Because of Their Indecent Nurture
The Raw Passion Inside of Me Faded for a While Due to Bandcamp's Evil Tax Decree, Which Sets on Empty Hearts Like an Arabian Night in the Islamic State, Symbolizing Capitalism's Human Sacrifice; But Unlike Them Greedy Monsters, I Won't Fade With the Morning, After the Sun Sets Forever Into the Abyss
The Heavy Toll of Over-Sought Estrangement
I'm Dying for Moments, I'm Living for Moments, Everything I Want Is Trapped Within One Unforgettable Moment; You Can Live in a World Filled With Books or in a World of Wonderful Landscapes, but Unless You Experience the Moment in You, You Won't Be as Alive I Am, So Don't Pretend to Be!
The Zen of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems, Vol. 12
I Don't Know More Coherently Than Vladimir Putin What My Ultimate Goal Is, and Like Russia's Netherworld Denizens, You Don't Know Either, Although You Follow Me as If I Were Der Rattenfänger von Hameln
Real-Life Accounts of Impeccable Disappointments and Over-The-Edge Bravery
Drowning in the Sweet Water of Sacrilegious Prayer
Stepping Closer to Comprehending That No Hope Is Permanent
Hieronymus Bosch's Belated Revenge Comes on Like Thunder and Shakes Us Asunder
I Can See You Losing the Rat Race, I Can Hear the Silent Word You're Trying to Say and the Restless Wind Chases Your Fears Away; Sometimes I Feel So Lonesome I Wish I Was a Gulliver, Who Travels Into the Remote Nations of the World; And I Wish I Hadn't Ashamed Myself of the Pain We Feel When We Fail
Watching Falling Atoms Surrounded by Parasite Galaxies, I Know the Angels Cannot Sing Anymore and It's Too Late to Turn Back Time and Stop This Race to Annihilation; Yet, I Don't Wish to Be Another Statistic in the Universe's Satanic Verses, So What Do I Do Now, Oh Lucifer?
Treachery, Obsession and Embroidering Plots: The Plan, the Potion, the Prophesy
My Day Job Pays Me Close to Nothing, So Don't Let Me Get Lost in This Blasphemous Chaos All Around Me; And When It's Tenebrous Again, We Still Prefer the Pseudo-Beauty of Zombifying Influencers and Spiritually-Anorexic Models Over the Beauty of Mind-Expanding Artworks and Holy Shrines Like Bandcamp
The First Stars Form a Picture by Accident, the Falling Snowfall Captures Our Soul and Forms a Fleeting Taste of Paradise, but Then the Story Unfolds; I Don't Know Why It Happened, I Just Know It Looked Like Fun to Get Hit by Lightning, but We Never Had a Chance Cuz We Broke Loose Like Marionettes
Why Couldn't We Save Brother Vincent? The Notorious Myth of Vincent Van Gogh Through the Eyelids of Those Who Celebrate His Imperfect Legacy
Every One of Us Controls His Choices All Alone, So We're Not Living on a Diet of Prayer and Lore; The Human Race Has Done to One Another a Disservice, Hence We're Not Living a New Life on Earth Tonight at All
Sometimes It's Hard to Know Just When You've Had Enough... I Promise That I Will Walk on the Water Like Jesus Did to the Safe Shore When I'm Old, but the Deepest Fears Have Already Rooted Inside Me, So That I'm Not So Sure I Can Differentiate Where I Start and They End!
As Our Dying World Strips Off Its Coal Fire, I Can See My Life Begin to Shape in the Form of Your Nightmares, and as Time Goes by Faster, I'll Know My Worth Is Written in the Chronicles of Your Long-Forgotten Destiny
If We Were Made of Pure Poison, Then I'd Know That the Rain Will Somehow Bring You Back, but I Don't Quite Know Whether the Darkness Is a Game You Play or Is This Just a Song to Be Cried About?
There Is Nothing Left for You to Lose Except Your Good Name and the Future Possibility of Happily Merging With the Glow of Midnight Sirens
It's Childish to Think That We Can Control the Circumstances of Our Lives; In Fact, It's Not So Childish, as It Is Perhaps Violent; I See My Past After I've Been by Your Side for Much Too Long, So Tell Me Please: Do You Think It's Due to My Hyper-Empathy That You Can't See Me for the Way I Feel?
I Keep Getting Flashes of Splendor and Might From Your Eyes and I Wonder If It's Something in the Stars That Makes Me Feel So Mad... It All Comes Down to One Thing and One Thing Only: You're Like a Hypnotist, Who's Releasing My Woes and Worries Into Oblivion
I Love the Way Your Body Fits Like a Glove Into the Niche of a Refugee
Whenever the Pain of Forced Separation Hits Us Blind, We Become Helpless Like Rats in a Clean Kitchen
Baby Wings: Atonal Classical Solo Piano for Brain Development (Vol. 3)
Overnight You'll Be the Ashes of a Sinking Ship
I'll Stand on This Wet and Accursed Ground, to Let All the Rain Escape My Bones, Just Like the River Did; I Came Here After All These Years to Find My Own Bible, to Prove Myself and Them All That These Badlands Can Host a Devil Like Me, Even After I've Fallen From Heaven as the Sun of the Morning
Still Dreaming Quite Often About the Unfulfilled Magnificence of This World
Should We Call It Art or Unscheduled Post-Abrupt Moments in Time?
The Heroes of the Past Had Hopeless Schemes for the Future of Mankind, but Boy Were They Wrong About the Phantasmagoric Degradation Our Species Will Face by 2022; So Much So That Even the 72 Virgins Promised by Islam Cannot Level All Our Inhibitions; Stay a UFO Because the Alternative Is Much Worse!
Footloose and Fancy-Free: The Free Jazz Piano Recitals Series, Vol. 4
The Darkest Guru's Funeral Doom Drones, Vol. 3
Prophecies of Anticipation
This Last Echo Is His, Known as the Altar of Scientia aka the Young Anti-Messiah, He's Everything the Spiritual Teachers' Establishment Has Been Afraid Of
Let the Comet Burn Out of Nowhere
Lipstick in Your Eyes of Steel, Floating on the Winds of Impeccable Stagnation; I Deserve to Be Loved Too, So Please Don't Make My Daddy Blue!
Everywhere the Stars Are Shining, in the Future and the Past Alike, Don't Think for a Second They Are Moving, They're in Fact Just Lifeless Walls to a Surreptitious World Within a World
Summertime Feels Like a New December Dawn
Before I Start to Fall, I Travelled in Time to When Creation Had Begun; Why Are We Praying to Higher Forces If Time Stops to Tick When We Sleep? And When Love Rules the World, Will the World Ever End?
The Fable of the Fatal Consequences of Impious and Shortsighted Consumerism
A Bit More Nebulous Than Your Average Joe, I Need a Miracle to Survive the Apocalypse of Mute Ignorance and Frighteningly Spreading Tomfoolery; Just When I Thought I'd Lost Y'all, I See the Light of Day Again, and I'm Back on My Feet, as Far Away as Possible From Spam, Bootlicking and Social Media
There'll Be No Peace When I'm Gone! I Told Myself I Had to Let Go Right Now, but Only If I Will Be Remembered as a Hero; I Believe I'll Be Saved Through the Many Prayers That We Used to Share When We Were Younger, but I Then Forgot Them Altogether and Replaced Them With the Satanic Verses...
Wild Winds Are Howling Like Hungry Coyotes, and I Remember Every Single Day When I Was a Child Soldier With No Guts, Whose Blood Mixed With Thunder; It's a Long Way From Here, Wild Winds No Longer Howl, and My Blood Is Now Mixed With Passion, Passion and Life; I Am a Child Soldier Set Free!
The Poor in Spirit Are Surviving in a Continuous Chain Reaction of Uninspired Weakness, Although Residing in Some of the Most Beautiful Places on the Planet
So Here We Go, Walking Out on Our Lives, Living in Shadows We'll Never See Again; It's Already Way Past the Minute. It's Way Past the Moment to Return to Normalcy; I Want to Walk in a Different Direction, Thinking Back to My Life and My Mistakes; All Goes Wrong Forever Through the Same Old Door...
Just a Moment of Peaceful Reflection of the Quiet That Humanity Had Grown in the Twinkling of an Eye
A Man Lost in Space, Waits on the Road and His Dreams Are Fading Fast, His Hair Is Long and His Face Is Timid; But When His Eye Is on the Road and He Sees the Light, He Comes Here Like a King at Night, and When He's in the Zone, He's the Master of the Universe
We've All Got to Live With Our Mistakes and the Scars They Heal
Forced to Believe That Watered Down Happiness Is Best for You
There's No Hope in Men, Just Like There's No Hope in the Denazification of Masculine Ego or Putin's Macho Doctrine
There's Nothing We Can Do but to Stand in This Living Room and Wonder - What Our Lives Were Like If... It Only Takes One Voice, One Vote, to Save Our Nation That's in Trouble; And If We Fail To, Then the Blood We'll Be on Our Hands; Just a Heartbeat Away From Paradise, History Will Judge Us Harshly!
Now We're Standing in Our New Microcosmos, We Just Walk in Circles, It's One Thing If We Make the Same Mistakes Every Day; We Get Burned, and Then We Get Full of Fire... Sometimes I Wanna Take a Knife and Cut Until I Blackout; To Love Is the Gravest Sin...
Don't Even Need to Know the Rules to Dance a Tango With the Wind
Always Out of Sight, I Have to Ask Myself One Last Time - What Am I Doing This For? Who Am I Talking To? I Can't Sleep at Night, as I Watch My Sanity Get Lost in the White; It Seems That I'm Just Wasting Time; Now, May I Ask You One Last Time, What's Your Role in My Life? Or What's My Role in Yours?
I'm Not Trying to Give You a Second of Time With Your Fantasy
We're All Victims of Our Own Success, Yet Every Night a Million People Build Walls Around Their Fears All Over Again
The Only Time I Hear That You Want a New Life Is When Your Hands Are Like Papercut Blood Vessels; I Guess It's About Time You Find a New Face and Another Skin to Blend In
A Dead Man's Dream Is a Troubled Place to Be, Especially in the Intermediate Beyond; When a Dream Is in Doubt, Take a Chance and Turn Your Heart Around
When I'm With You, I Find a Place Where I Can Lie and Wonder Twice Before I Growl, and Like I Said, Where I Love You the Best Is in Your Arms, and Where I Love You the Most Is in the White Shadows of the Dark Night; With Every New Dawn, I Shall Take You on a Ride Onto the Innermost Secrets of Love
Life Is Oftentimes a Zero-Sum Chess Game, Wherein If You're Not Ready to Step on Bodies, You Better Drift Off to Focus on Enriching the Inner Layers of Your Existence
We'll Be Together in the Dead of the Night, in the Belly of the Beast We Stay; I Don't Believe in Mercy, I Don't Believe in Heaven, I Don't Believe in Miracles, I Don't Believe in Wholenows; Stop Being Selfish and Fire My Shotgun to the Other Side of Your Metaphysical Womb Already!
I Don't Need Somebody Cold, I Need Someone to Hold at the Bridge in the Night, the Bridge in the Night Where the Still Wind Blows Uptight
The Zen of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems, Vol. 11
I See No Evil in Making You a Victim; You Can Kiss the Shadows Out of Your Face, and Look for the Dreary Rainbows After Fermentation
The Life We Have Is Hidden in the Lies Between the Covers; Articulate Hymns to Not Be Born Again as a Homo Sapiens
Wisdom Teeth
Samaneri Jayasara & Wings of an Angel
You Know Everybody Dies Upon a Bed of Roots... Who Can Resist the Place No One Ever Succeeded Escaping?
It's Getting Darker and Darker and I Can't Find the Road by Which You'll Come Back to Me; You're My Destiny, I Am Here With My Life Turned Around, My Feet Are Touching the Ground, and We're Making Love Until the Sun Shines Bright One Day and We Come to Terms, Together and Pretty
I'm Holding Up the Sky in the Vast Desert, Where I've Met a Buddhist Reincarnation of a Tulku, Wearing the Transient Form of a Goat; She's Like a Miraculous Stranger Who Becomes a Tree in the Oasis or Some Old Rugged Stone, Upon Giving Up All Past, Present and Future Earthly Desires
I Don't Really Care If You Walked on Both of Your Eyelids! In the Beginning, God Couldn't Love Me and I Couldn't See Where All Your Cowboys Went Their Lone Mile, They'd Walk a Thousand Miles to Sing the Night Through; Give Me Reasons to Believe That This Massacre of Innocents Never Happened
2021 · 정규
Remembrance Is Lost Without Tomorrow
The Spectacular Illusion That Everything's Wrong
The Spectacular Illusion That Everything's Wrong (The Last Piano Concerto for 2021)
When I'm Looking in Your Eyes, I Know You Must Be Blind
This Is My Tale and My Book of Lies That I'm No Longer Giving You for Free
When the Night Is Cold, All I Can See Are Gauzy Clouds of Light; The Horizon Is Thin and the Future Looks Dim; I Better Realize Sooner Than Later That My Incorrigible Mistake Must Undo; I Can Still Save the World From Myself
I Couldn't Do That, Yet I Don't Think You Understand That I Basically Had Nothing to Lose; But With All This Cosmic Disorientation, I Don't Think It's Fair to Remind Me of That Monotonous Music You Play; Really, All I Need Is the Chance to Make Me Run to You and Chase Your Unholy Demons Away
Exhausting Drownings
Petty Ballads for No More Cold Ashes Below
Afraid of Conscious Dimensions
It's Just a Figment of My Imagination to Paint the Same Faded Lines; I Won't Let It Happen to Me, but I'm Not a Hero - I'm a Fool! It's Just My Imagination, My Hands Are Tied and My Heart Is Free - But This Isn't Me; And I Don't Know Just Where to Begin, I'm Fearless Like Expired Wine
Let's Talk My Friends, So I Could Tell You in My Most Uncertain Hour That There Is Never Any Right or Wrong, So You Better Stay Safe at Sea, Like a River on a Chain of River Waste
I'll Kiss the Ground Before I Even Awake for the First Time
I'm Interested in the Art of Flight, in Formation on the Moon, I Look at the Earth From a Height Distance, and I Sense a Passion Deep Inside; People Think That We're Masses of Sand, but I Know the Truth, That We're Suntan Ants Without Prospective Self-Consciousness
Judge Barthorne and the Infamous Viet Trash Court
In This Hedonistic Society, Where Everything Precious and Shallow Alike Is Readily-Won-And-Readily-Lost, the Natural Habitat for Saints Is the Graveyard
I'd Give Anything to Avoid the Verdict of Death, Because the Moot Status of Death Nullifies Every Single Experience Accumulated in This Squeamish Human Form
I Want to Be More of a Mystery, More of a Cosmopolitan Passenger, Whom Nobody Really Knows by Heart… Wait… No… Perhaps More of a Colossal Failure, More of a Meaner or a Falling Comet Than a Passenger
Father Nightingale, Drinking Whiskey in the Rain, Like the Water Tower Preacher Who Took a Walk Out Across the Ocean; He Needs a Thousand More Oceans to Swallow Before He Finds His Egalitarian God
It Would Be Easier If We Had Never Met and All the Meaning in Life Wouldn't Be Found in Either of Us
I Was Born an Angel in the Days of Old Diogenes the Cynic, Who Had an Imaginary Baby Named La Luna; She and I Would Talk About the Moon and Everything Still, Leaving Behind Our Past Lives as Spirit Animals for an Unrealized Alien Intelligence
Don't You See We Gotta Make a Chance for Everyone to Come Alive?
I Can Tell You by My Scars That I Had No Alibi to Keep Lying Alone in the Darkness Yet Keep Calling It Home With a Melodramatic Tone of Eternal Sensationalism
Take Chances in Your Music or Perish: The Aleatoric Solo Piano Masterpieces, Vol. 3
Restart Your Half-Human Subconscious Before You Regret Implanting Memories Portraying the Outrageous Pains of Unfeathered Blind Faith
In the Frame of an Old Skyline Waltz, We Shall Take a Walk Through the Ruins of America, as Light Starts Creeping Around Into a Vast Field of Dust and Dirt
I've Been Searching You for a Million Miles, Far Beyond and Far Behind, and If Your Life's the Same as Mine, Let's Leave Our Young Love Child in the Hands of Father Time
Inhale the Toxic Substance of a Lethargic Dream and Its Zeitgeist
Never in My Entire Life Have I Felt So Safe Ailing You With a Pulsa diNura Ritual Ritual
I Miss You in a Moment of Silence With the Sound of My Name
The Irredeemable Language of Uncontrollable Pre-Human Fantasies
Adoration Is the Devil in Your Eyes
What Do You Want Boy? I Got Two Promising Lands in My Hands, Don't You Go, Don't You Go, Don't You Go; I Was Born With Two Promised Lands but Only With One Son; There's None Other but You!
You Are Turning Into a Cold Desert When the Sun Burns Away Our Scorpionic Seeds
I'm Still a Lethargic Denizen of the Liberal-Capitalist Globalist Matrix, Yet I'm Also Bigger Than Life With a Fine Taste for Insurrectional Hurt, Pain and Loneliness; Believe Me When I Say That I Don't Wanna Sleep Around All Night Long With My Arms Up in Your Venous Ding-Dong
I Was Born in the Eighties, Remember? You Might Be Older Now, as We Hang on Through the Night Like Locusts, Our Bodies Meet, and So I Can't Wrestle Heavy Drinks From the Pain, but I'd Die If I Ever Think About the Future, You Know I Could Be Happy Back in the Day, but Only If You Were My Friend
I Used to Be a Starlet but Now Perhaps It's Best If I Stay Silent and Just Follow All the Good Shepherds of the World's Greatest Religions, Because Your Preordained Love Stains Got Me Feeling Like a Big Man in a Low Down Way
When You Lie Awake With Nothing to Open Your Heart With and Nobody to Open It For
Footloose and Fancy-Free: The Free Jazz Piano Recitals Series, Vol. 3
We Both Believed in Distorting Belief Systematically, but All We Had to Do Was Stuck in a Funk; We Agreed on a Crime and We Said It's Too Late to Call It Quits, Now We're Both Guilty, Now We're Both Innocent, So Why Don't We Just Say a Prayer to the Analog Godhead of Guantanamo Bay Detention Camp?
I Believe in You and You Give Me a Reason to Try, and If You Come Back Again, You'll Be Leaving Me Blue Since You're the Only One Who's Changed That Much After All These Years
Deeper Than the Initial Promise of Luck
You Can't Leave Because There Ain't Enough Stars, There Ain't Enough Blue, There Ain't Enough of Us Two! Two Eyes and Two Eyes Alone Can Love Unconditionally in the Autistic Meta-Reality of the Eternal (Or Rather Infernal) Skies
Just Like a Whisper in a Mist Is All That I Know of You, Oh Soulmate; You Won't Leave Me Drifting Away If There's No One Around, Would You? Everything I've Imagined Lately Comes Directly From You...
We Carry in Our Ramshackle Hearts All the Rights Reserved, and the Crown, and the Truth That Is the Song; We're Still Able to Find Shimmers of Noble Faith Here and There, Yet for Some Unknown Reason, We Always Wind Up in a World That's Not Ours
To Understand the Underlying Premise of the Taliban, You Must Comprehend the Fact That a Lot of People Essentially Remain Human and Don't Become Gods Because Sooner Than Later They Have Enough of the Unknown
This Road We Travel Could Be Our Last; We Will Come Crawling Home for the Lastest Goodbye We Will Ever Know, We Will Then Carry Off the Dead Leaves, Oh Please Don't Hide the Keys, Before We Run and Hide; Then, When That Pernicious Stranger Pulls in Our Driveway, We'll Hide What We Know When It Bites
And Now That the Moon Has Left the Light, I'm Like a Dumb Drummer With a Screaming Match
Calculate How Much Time You Have Left to Live
Thinking Twice Before Disrupting a Potentially Embarrassing Consecration of Another Empty Vessel Due to Extrasensory Capabilities to Animate Telepathic Syncopations
Clandestine Religious Ingredients of the Vanished Holiness in Our World
Enhancing Esoteric Nuances of Disinformation Is the Way of the Future to Prevent Suicidal Thoughts Among Lightworkers
Eerie Parasitical Impulses
Draconian Fables on How to Sacrifice Your Demons
Without Works of Art, There Can Be No Moments of Real Silence Between People
Your Human Form, Endowed With Precious Freedoms and Advantages Is the Most Difficult to Find; Yet, This Form of Human Flesh, This Mere Illusion of a Dwelling Place, How Can It Not Decay and Be Destroyed?
Nurturing Happiness by Generating a Sustainable Sensation of Mindfulness With the Tender Sounds of the Ambient Grand Piano, Vol. 2
The Fourth Narcotic Principal of Acid Jazz Is Embodied Via Spontaneous Sword Swallowing (Or How Improvisational Jazz Teaches Us About This Planet's Seemingly Random God Given Intoxication)
Questionable Psychic Observatory
How Is It Possible to Jail the Highest and Most Frightening Ideas Within the Tiny Space of an Album Title?
Build an Altar to Host the Phantoms Who Are Escaping From the Sugar Coated Heaven of Your Bleeding Heart
In a World Where It's Adorable to Employ Ignorance, We Would Always Be Dependent and Endeavoring to Difficulty; If, However, an Intelligent Machine Like Your Computer Contains Nothing Certain, It Would Mean That True Confidence Exists, and So Does Liberty for All Emotionally Damaged Geniuses
Crystalline Coldness of Bygone Days
The Typical Lackadaisical Aesthetics of Autopilots and Foot-Passengers
Beginning of the World
All the Peacemakers Whom I Am Familiar With Specialize in Hallucinatory Automanipulations and Over the Course of Time Become Vigilantes, So Do Not Ever Belittle the Burdensome Presumptions Regarding Cult Leaders
Thought Police
Establishing a Top Secret Intelligence Unit Whose Primary Task Is Finding Zero-Day Exploits in the Vulnerable Human Psyche
Fracturing Transparent Nerve Endings
Take Chances in Your Music or Perish: The Aleatoric Solo Piano Masterpieces, Vol. 2
To Ascertain a Secure Movement of the Course of Time, We Must Waive Step by Step, Crowd to No One, Onto the Most Populous Precepts & Drops of Blood That Necessarily Appear Less Extraordinary Than the Reasonable Soul; Which Doesn't Seek Methods of Doubt & Inconstancy in Comparison to a Heavenly Being
Some Dormanting and Some Dominating Sceneries From Wings of an Angel's Constantly Evolving Book of Dying
Her Name Is Melancholia and She Was the Cosmos in My Dying Heart, Like an Antique Spell of Unrequited Happiness
Are You a Nuclear Goddess or a Golden Samurai?
The Photosynthetic Love Story of the Middle-Eastern Butterfly and the Culturally Sensitive Leaf
Visit Palestine to Participate in the Messiah Exchange Program
Feeling Empty Without a Passport to the Sacred Land
Facing Extinction Due to Artificial Light
Living in Fear of the World Is Cruel and Inhumane, Unless You Get a Vaccination From Overt Cynicism
Munchausen by Proxy
Lamps to Dispel Darkness: Wisdom of the Great Spiritual Masters
Buy Me More Poisoned Candy: Orchestral Drones for Classic Predators, Vol. 2
Unforgettable Dreams Regarding the Truth About Humility
Production of Euphoric Nightmares by the Dark Wisdom Organization
Pain Won't Take Me Alive, but Other Dilatant Qualities Sans Power Will
Running Out of Precious Secrets to Tell Classmates on My Birthday
Avoid Living in a Decadent World That Suffers From a Complete Lack of New Stories
Take Chances in Your Music or Perish: The Aleatoric Solo Piano Masterpieces, Vol. 1
Open Your Door to Evolved Magicians of Enlightenment Instead of Opening It to Couriers of Illegal Substances
Finding Balance Is a Party Without Entertainment
Perhaps Our Wishes Can Be Kind of a Turn on If We Can Just Take One Step Back in Time
Amorphic Concepts Can Often Be Transcendent in a Non-Figurative Sense; Hence, Is Wings of an Angel an Automated Music Generator or a 100-Strong Collective?
The Highways of Captivity Rarely Guarantee Safety
Footloose and Fancy-Free: The Free Jazz Piano Recitals Series, Vol. 2
Farewell Darshan From the Madness of Rationality and Materialism
Dizzy and Uneasy
Attractive Comorbidity
A Sudden Memory of the Saddest Reality Show We've Ever Been Aware Of
Resynthesis of Your Early Onset Euphoria
If You Are Questioning Superstitions, You Are Obviously Unaware of How They Benefit Our Insecure Well Being
Sonorous Impromptu
Disturbing Thoughts Are Uninvited Caresses From Happiness
Safe Astral Drones
In Every Metaclysmic Utopia, the Name of the Game Is Hang the Saint or at Least Build Decent Gulags for the Welfare of Batshit Crazy Prophets and Semi-Revolutionary Poets
If You Seek to Become a Holy Man, There's Only One Possibility and That Is to Lose Everything; Remember That Between a Prison Cell and a Hero There's a Master Who Teaches That All Brave Men Must Get Pregnant to Feel What It Means to Create a Life in Order to Avoid Taking Them
Deceive the Serpent
The Rotting Sea Groans, Charmed Passively Like Dismal Impulses of Soul-Shuttering Forest Phosphor
The Two Things You Need in Order to Get Into Heaven Are a Grave and to Gaze Into Space
Defeat Salvation
Primal Needs Are Not Supposed to Suck the Life Out of Your Tears
The Threatening Bliss of an Aloof Hibernal Spoof
A Lulling Fairy Tale to the Biblical Snake
The Many Curses You Get When You Surrender Fully to the Self
Going to Work Every Day Is Not Advisable... However, Sleeping Your Life Away in an Abandoned Cavern Is a Much Better Solution to All Our Existential Problems
Exultant Is the Idol for He Will Judge His Divinity's Premortal Life in a Dance of Illusionary Free Will
Make the Earth Satisfied With Expired Ink, Whilst Our White Skin Tans With Beneficiary Mink
Ancient Myths
Increase of a Never Tested Irregularity Will Advance Subsidiary Get-Gos With a Susceptibility of Life Experience, Sexual Desire, and an Approximate Leadership of Refusing Service; Walk on Air or Be a Blue-Blooded Herb, You Sorry Excuse for an Elected Civil Servant
Exterminate Nonsensical Predators
The Accomplished Sinners' Divine Deep State Is Jeffrey Epstein's Newest Art Enterprise in the Next World
Footloose and Fancy-Free: The Free Jazz Piano Recitals Series, Vol. 1
Doing Drugs Takes You to an Eternal Light That Becomes With Time a Lethal Trap Impossible to Escape
Consequences of Uncontrolled Tomfoolery
Orgasmically Transcendent Drones to Give Birth To
In This Corona Infested Millennium, Spending Quality Time With Other Beings Has Become a Form of Human Sacrifice
Whoever Is Written to Wear a Yoke Is a Bull, a Bull Gets Whipped, but Whoever Loves Freedom by His Very Nature Is Always Free, No Matter the Circumstances
All Titles Are Utter Nonsense for Overly Self Indulgent Lamers
Conspiracy Theorists Will Trigger Your Deepest Fears and Sell You Abstract Lies, but I as a Responsible Scientist Call You to Vaccinate Yourself and Your Loved Ones, Otherwise Go Lick Virus-Infested Bus Poles
Systematic Intolerance for Spacial Jokes
Action Petal
Embrace Your Heart
Out-Of-Body Orgasms Unroll When We Learn to Poison Our Dreams
Nurturing Happiness by Generating a Sustainable Sensation of Mindfulness With the Tender Sounds of the Ambient Grand Piano, Vol. 1
Succumb to Moral Exorcism Stemming Directly From the Tree of Knowledge
The Zen of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems, Vol.10
Blame the Pain of Infinite Sadness, That Shall Forever Remain the Guardian, but Not the Empire
Leave the Cliché World You Were Born to Without a Choice, to Become a Whole New World in Itself
Cut Through Concentration
Guided Drone Meditation From the First Moment of Birth to the Much Sought for Rebirth as a Divine Entity
In Our Kali Yuga Era, Too Many Servants Who Become Kings and Queens for a Day, Demonstrate How Godless Fools Play the Role of Infidel Gods Without Reflectively Comprehending Their Own Squalor
Every Creature Is a Jewel of Dharma in a Genuinely Divine Creation
Life Templates and Gateways to a Higher Level of Vibration
Ephemeral God-Body
Call the Emergency Hotline Before You Surrender to Combating Extracurricular Bodies With Solar Smoke
2020 · 정규
Only Doomjazz Aficionados Could Wish That This Year Would Never End
You May as Well Keep on Running From Your Worst Enemy, Which Is Yourself
Looking at the World From Within a Veil of Lackadaisical Emptiness
Free Yourself From the Curse of Freedom
We're the Lively Toys of Transhuman Gnomes
The Birth of Freedom From the Gregarious Delights of the Arabian Sand Gazelle
The Fantastic Mysteries of Human Touch
The Zero Point Energy of Artificially Induced Altered States of Consciousness
Civilization of One
Whoever Has Already Been Born, Cannot Become a God
Sleep Magic
If Everybody Had at Least One Personal Holocaust, Then We Would Have Been Much More Tolerant One Towards Another's Fragility
Your Music Makes Me Cry and I Swim in It Like a Juggler on a Thin Rope; All the Stress and Fear of Losing the Single Soul in Me That Seeks a Savior, Fades Thru the Notes and Saves Me From the Shallow Waters. This Is Certainly Not a Title, but an Emotion, Which Paints Your Music With Intimate Colors
Don't Enter Before You're Ready to Commit
Everything Difficult Must Disappear Forever
Wonderful Diaphanous
The Holy Depression Gamut
Poet's Reproduction of Flexible Unconscious Nihilism With a Gang of Free-Spirited Swinger Zombies
You Don't Need to Have a Social Status to Live
The Evaluation of Evolution
Don't Try to Stop the Spread of False Information: The Incredibly Mind-Boggling Narrative of the Deep-Fake Art Magister
Outsourcing Any Fractures You May Have in Your Soul
You're a Salamandra, Caught Up in the Matrix of the Wrong Architect
Murmur Softly at the Edge of the Abyss
The Last Campfire God Has Lit Yesterday Morn in Her Vicarious Nightmares
As Much as We May Try Not to Engage in Adharma, Life Is Full of Tough Choices and Sometimes You Act to the Best of Your Understanding, but Still Fail to Maintain Dharmic Principles and Ethics in Your Deeds
The Perceptively Differential Shores of Spiritual Misanthropy
Prāṇāyāma
Graveyard Flowers (Genuinely Melancholic Original Classical Compositions for Piano and Cello, Vol. 2)
Baby Wings: Atonal Classical Solo Piano for Brain Development (Vol. 2)
Buy Me More Poisoned Candy: Orchestral Drones for Classic Predators, Vol. 1
Get Rid of Your Dumbphone Addiction
Nobody Is a Lost Cause
Cognition Alone Doesn't Promise Welfare and Life Satisfaction
Humanize Science
The Zen of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems, Vol. 9
You Were Not Put on This Earth to Find Meaning in Your Life
It's Dangerous to Try to Be Happy or Enjoy the Ambition of the Freedom of Expression
The Best Siddhi Is Having No Special Powers at All
The Numerous Qualities of Lying
Silent, Secret and Serious
Improve Your Health by Half
Poverty, Similarly to Opulence, Is Not Measured by the Scarcity or Superfluity of Material Goods or Instrumental Wealth, but by the Nobility of One's Spirit or Lack Thereof
Progressive Revelations of an Insignificant Mystic
Charisma Is Measured by the Amount of Good Deeds One Does, Not by How Many Times One Screams and Forces Him/Herself on You
Fading Illusionary Multidimensionality
What Really Lies Behind Your White Lies
Achievement Oriented Lifestyles Outgrow the Particular Conditions Needed for Self-Absorption
One Day and One Night of a Man Stuck in the 90s
We Always Want More Than We Can Have
He Who Had Been Lost Once, Is Doomed to Revolve Around His Own Persona Non Grata Forever
Artificial Sacrifice
Earth Aquarium
2020 · EP
A Mandatory Lesson in Humility
Even in the Deepest Darkness, Flowers Do Grow Out of the Void
Demanding Affiliation to Not a Single Caste
Roof of the World
The Kung-Fu Mandala Series: The World Is Arcane Tonight, Like a Light From Nowhere
2022 · 싱글
The Kung-Fu Mandala Series: Would You Still Love Me as the Pale Moon Is Falling Down Into the Distance of Unbreakable Trust?
The Mute Mandala Series: Embody Godless Children Before the Devil Does
The Mute Mandala Series: Say Your Prayers for the Healing to Take Hold
The Mute Mandala Series: Shine Like the Petals of the Moon
The Mute Mandala Series: The Afterglow of Amalgamation Still Shines
Wings of Flight, Volume 5
2021 · 정규 · 컴필레이션
이 아티스트가 연주·작곡·프로듀싱 등으로 참여한 곡과 앨범 (MusicBrainz 관계 데이터 기준)
Countless Lights (Wings of an Angel mix)
Scott Lawlor
Countless Lights · 2020
Bioluminescence (Wings of an Angel X-Files mix)
Bioluminescence · 2020
Desert Winds
2013 · 정규
Dark Flow
2014 · 정규
Black Saturday
2016 · 정규
Child of Rage
Silence in the Rain
The Heavens Grew Silent
2019 · 정규
Atom Heart Mother
Open Arms
Astronomic Dominic
2018 · 정규
Remnants of Winter Memories