MUSIC
I have a double album. Looking for excellent musicians who play well, but don’t really write their own material, to be part of a musical vision. I am at an expert level in terms of branding/symbolism-both lyrically & structurally. And I have contacts (real ones) in L.A..
Send your links to Eric at:
starofhorus@gmail.com
Please Note: it doesn't matter if it's "professional".
It does matter that I see you ACTUALLY playing,
even if it's on an Iphone video.
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I will be posting current videos/sound recordings
of album in the next week & PDF of all song lyrics.
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Here are some of my lyrics:
As Ray Manarek of The Doors personally said to me (about my lyrics & poetry): "You've got real talent."
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1/2 way to 50
(Used in a feature film)
(3rd Verse)
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Now the time goes by.
As the cracked egg opens the child dies.
What has come to take its place,
is the reason you can't look at your own face.
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So now it's deep inside of you,
the stone lead reason black and blue.
But you can't get back the days gone by,
as you drown in the river of the tears you cry.
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& you're
1/2 way to 50 and 3/4's dead.
With angry blood planets that spin 'round your head.
You can't remember a thing that you said,
as run, and you run, to catch up with the sun,
but it's over said and done.
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Dreams Within Your Eyes
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I know what you feel.
I what you lie to conceal.
Dreams within your eyes.
I know what you sleep to hide.
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You should have known the wisdom of silence.
Mixed together with love's strange violence.
Hoping for an easy gain,
but with love comes so much pain.
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Dreams within your eyes.
I know what you sleep to hide.
Dreams will set you free.
I am the truth in your fantasies.
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Dear Boy
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Tell me dear boy, where did you roam?
Did you blow with the leaves when the fall fell cold?
Could you find your way home,
or did night shadow your day?
Could you play with the fire
when they took your desire away?
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Have we grown so far apart that those bridges of steel,
have rusted away to blood covered fields?
Whatever the reason, I think it's time we admit,
that the road we once shared has shattered and split.
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(c) Eric Sander Kingston
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