Amazing ambienct pads! Sound design is on point!

I see your country name. I felt the beauty of music. I am also fascinated by the title of the date only. Maybe I just got sentimental in Japan. I love your music as music. transparent and beautiful.

Palliate

Come Home Ijon Tichy

Walking The Floor Over You,==, Gene Jumper, Ernest Tubb, ( cover )

Walking The Floor Over You,===, Gene Jumper, Ernest Tubb, ( Cover )

Eos, in Greek Mythology, was the goddess of the dawn 
Eos had the power to bring the dawn or the morning sky to the ancient Greeks.
...and so Eos brings in the dawn as the dream sequences take place-
File is in mp3 format/Rough cut and temporary photo

Eternal Project- Eos Dream Sequence

Bob's Trance Rock

19 - 12

Cero23

Not sure this track is strictly Dubstep but eh who cares.  Catching up on one month one track.  The one year mark is coming up really fast. Which means I need to stop saying I'm gonna go back and rework some tracks and go do that.

90%Yours

📅RELEASE 30.08.2025📅

This time a mix between current mood (mentioned before) and summer vibe. 

Aurora in the Desert is a cinematic and hypnotic journey, blending the deep pulse of Organic House with the slow, immersive flow of Downtempo and the tribal heartbeat of Deep Afro. Layered with ambient electronica textures and subtle industrial grit, the track unfolds like a surreal aurora shimmering above silent dunes - vast, intimate, and endlessly evolving.

Built on warm sub-bass, earthy percussion, and spacious atmospheres, it’s music for mindful listeners, late-night travelers, and seekers of hypnotic rhythm. No drops, no hooks - only motion, texture, and transformation.

Next ones will probably almost all have the same topic (systemic/institutional injustice) being emotional, deep, some with own lyrics (from soft, over direct with some anger and maybe last my first explicit song in German and English - well overdue here...^^) before I can really release other songs again...

Thanks for any support!

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Aurora in the Desert

Step into a moonlit river of sound. Session XIX — Lanterns Over the Water drifts through the heart of Japan’s shrine and lantern traditions, weaving non‐lexical shrine chorus hums, shakuhachi sighs, koto glissandi, and taiko heartbeat pulses into a deep, meditative lounge journey.
Inspired by Kyoto’s Gion nights, coastal lantern festivals, and the still elegance of Shinto shrine waters, this session captures a ritual calm where fireflies, incense smoke, and floating lights move as one.

▸ REGION: Japan — Shinto shrine ambience, lantern festivals, Gion street nights
▸ VOCALS: nonverbal shrine chants, breath vowels (“aaa–ooo–eee”), whispered blessings (“mizu,” “tsuki,” “kokoro”)
▸ INSTRUMENTS: shakuhachi, koto, taiko, suzu bells, temple woodblock, night cicadas, water ripple field recordings
▸ MOOD: moonlit stillness • ritual elegance • drifting light on water

🎧 For meditative evenings, incense-lit moments, or midnight walks by water.

#LanternsOverTheWater #JapaneseChill #ShintoAmbient #BuddhaBarVibes #DowntempoBeats #WorldFusion #ZenChill #AmbientLounge #RitualMusic #GlobalLounge #TaikoBeats #KotoMusic #ShakuhachiFlute #LanternFestival #Ætherflux #ChilloutMusic #OpiumLounge #SlowBPM

Kawa

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

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