David Byrne
David Byrne (Dumbarton, Scotland, May 14, 1952) was a founding member and principal songwriter of the American New Wave band Talking Heads, which was active between 1975 and 1991. Since then, Byrne has released his own solo recordings and worked with various media including film, photography, opera, and non-fiction. He has received Grammy, Oscar, and Golden Globe awards and been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. David Byrne was born in Dumbarton, Scotland.
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David Byrne
David Byrne (Dumbarton, Scotland, May 14, 1952) was a founding member and principal songwriter of the American New Wave band Talking Heads, which was active between 1975 and 1991. Since then, Byrne has released his own solo recordings and worked with various media including film, photography, opera, and non-fiction. He has received Grammy, Oscar, and Golden Globe awards and been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. David Byrne was born in Dumbarton, Scotland.
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Blanket Rhymes
This song, "Blanket Rhymes," comes from an album I recorded and completed around mid to late December of 2023 and released in January 2024. This song was inspired by the work of Hypnaogic Pop artists such as Dean Blunt, John Maus, and James Ferraro. The instruments used were an Acoustic Guitar and a Roland JD-XI, which is an analog-digital hybrid synthesizer. I hope you all enjoy it.more
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Short Circuits
First things first. To all the "promotion-sharks": Stay away! I sit across my mirrored face Next to bottles, in this place The last stop of my night hike Bathed in neon's glowing light Thoughts and reality blend A stripper's vanity at its end Sudden sorrow on her face As she rises without grace Time to leave, the night to spend In front of screens that never end Where insects ram the plasma glow A feast of bodies, frozen show Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain And as I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain And as I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space Entertainment fills the brains Short circuits, the same refrain As I drift to sleep's embrace Remotes buzz through morning's space (c) Peter Pitschmore
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