Erlebe die meditative Kraft des Sa-Ta-Na-Ma Mantras mit dieser wunderschönen Kirtan-Version von Sundari. Dieses traditionelle Mantra aus dem Kundalini Yoga steht für die Zyklen des Lebens und hilft, inneren Frieden und Klarheit zu finden. Lass dich von den sanften Klängen und den tiefen spirituellen Schwingungen durchfluten und genieße einen Moment der Ruhe und Einkehr.

Sa-Ta-Na-Ma (Kirtan Mantra) -  432hz

[Verse 1]
Packed my bags, left the shore,
Ventura sun, I’d see no more.
Dad had plans, we crossed the sea,
But in Geneva, it wasn’t meant to be.

At first, it felt like something new,
American school, a different view.
But then he left for Africa's call,
And I felt lost, I felt small.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Verse 2]
Athens nights and Cyprus skies,
Each new stop, a piece of life.
But my heart was set ahead,
To the Holy Land where my soul was led.

Half the day with hands in dirt,
Half the day where books would work.
Simple life, the air so clean,
It felt like waking from a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Bridge]
Didn’t need a map, just a heart on fire,
Wanderer’s soul, climbing higher.
Maybe home’s not a place on a map,
But a feeling you chase and never look back.

[Outro]
Ventura’s waves still call my name,
But I’m not the same, I’ve changed my lane.
From Geneva’s halls to an open sky,
This is my life—I won't say goodbye.

[Final Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

Runaway Train

Ghosts

My third (and final) installment for the poem "Rumors from an Aeolian Harp" by Henry D. Thoreau. This time exceptionally angelic vocals were embedded in some lush ambient 'beds'. I know that an aeolian harp's basic construction is the only similarity to 'regular' harps. These are played by hand, while the aeolian ones are solely chiming through the movements of air. But --well-- I love the sounds of an acoustic harp ... 

Rumors from an Aeolian Harp (alt)

The first time I heard the original, I started crying. I used it in my weekly show on Radio Dark Tunnel - almost every time. It touched the core of me in a way I could not explain - even though I had already given my Bodhisattva-wovs. 
I didn't want to change it very much, respecting the original. Have lifted the vocals, playing around with the EQ'ing and 3D-panning. Added some percs, and a little more. The original can be found here: https://on.soundcloud.com/9dmjHJWJ57pJtuPZA and my deep respect goes to Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche.

Samantabhadra Aspiration Prayer [mAncient Reimagined]

Old Forest Sound

Des mots à double sens pour cette chanson  délicate..
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/3OMAy0TRSnw1dIcpIHBQWa
Paroles:
Au temps des saisons romantiques,
J'étais toujours l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est sans issue,
La rhétorique est bien connue.
Dans le parfum des mirabelles,
Je consommais l'amour précoce,
Au matin me faisais la belle,
On me traitait de sale gosse.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.

Au temps des saisons atypiques,
Je ne suis plus l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est un non sens,
Comme une effluve de l'enfance.
Le paradoxe est à venir,
J'aime le temps des anicroches.
Ou se mêlaient les souvenirs,
Les soupirs et les double croches.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de nous.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète.


A refined song that evokes a certain romanticism, in which words and their meaninglessness are important.
Lyrics:
In the time of the romantic seasons,
I was always the ace of spades.
To love love is a way out,
The rhetoric is well known.
In the scent of mirabelle plums,
I consummated precocious love,
In the morning I was beautiful,
I was called a bad kid.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to fly without the slightest jubilation,
It's letting the world get rid of everything.

In the time of atypical seasons,
I'm no longer the ace of spades.
To love love is nonsense,
like a scent of childhood.
The paradox is yet to come,
I like the time of hiccups.
Where memories were mingled,
the sighs and the sixteenth notes.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It's to go away without
 the slightest jubilation is to let the world get rid of everything. It's letting time get rid of us. Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer.

Le bas filé

An impromptu virtual jam with my American brothers and #blabbuds from the past long weekend.   Soundmind brought us a simple progression, some lyrics along with a cool melody and we all added a little of this and a pinch of that and a dab or two of the other thing and here's what we concocted. 

Check it out and.... ENJOY!!!!

We are Dr.Sound.....
@soundmindproject @dr_snave @drummer1979 @hvymtlhpp 

from... @bandlab.com 




Give it Away.... Dr.Sound....

A Dream, A Vision, A Deja-vu

15,Silence Says It All

Music inspired by the dystopian futures of Blade Runner, I Robot and all the wonderful Science Fiction of the Past and Future.

NEXUS: THE POWER THAT CORRUPTS

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Rumors from an Aeolian Harp (alt)

APi_ZZ