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Holy Mountin

Available now https://www.adsrsounds.com/product/presets/xenos-soundworks-cyberpunk-volume-2-for-cs80v-presets

'Cyberpunk Volume 2" contains 115 brand new presets presets for Arturia CS-80V (version 4.0 and up).

This sound library draws inspiration from the cyberpunk aesthetic to take you on a dystopian, retro-futuristic journey.

A variety of moods are present, from anxiety to outright terror and profound sadness, with a dash of hope and soma-induced euphoria thrown in.

While the 80s influences in Volume 2 are still blatantly clear, the overall character leans toward sinister and aggressive tone colors.

Also included is a pack of 22 original, royalty-free drum samples in WAV format.

Please note that CS80V version 4.0 and up is required to use these sounds, as the bank file will not load in earlier builds.


Pack Contents:

115 CS80V presets
23 Basses
23 Pads

22 Keys and Polysynths

16 Leads

9 Plucks

8 FX

5 Arps

4 Bells/Mallets

3 Synth Brass

1 Soundscape
22 WAV drum samples 

Total Number Of Files:

137
2.8 MB 

Software Requirements:

Arturia CS80V version 4 and up required

Xenos Soundworks - 'Cyberpunk Volume 2' for CS80V

Momentum

Vocals / Lyrics: Barbara from @dietobis
Music, Guitars (LP, JM, Midtown), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Keys, Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender
Picture: AI CoPilot

https://open.spotify.com/track/3D9Zmakg91SB5SzokqUwBG

===== Lyrics =====

Está na hora de fugir
Está na hora de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Está na hora de ir embora

Está na hora de saltar
de virar e nunca mais voltar
Está na hora de viver
de rir, dançar e beber

Chegou a hora!

Há anos que estamos juntos mas sozinhos nesta casa
Não se dá mais beijinho
O amor está sem brasa                                                               

Está na hora de correr
Está na hora de pintar o céu de cor-de-rosa
Está na hora de acordar
Está na hora de olhar, de olhos abertos

Está na hora de cheirar as flores
de sentir o sol na pele
Está na hora de beijar, de abraçar

Chegou a hora!

Há anos no mesmo comboio, na direção errada
O choque tão perto
Não se queria magoar, mas nós não aprendemos nada

Há anos no mar das chatices sem saber nadar
Lutando com ondas altas onde nos vamos afogar                    
Procurámos a saída, sem saber o caminho
Perdidos no dia a dia, a vida ficou tão fria!

Está na hora de fugir
para os Jardins de Éden, sem ti!
Está na hora de deixar a chuva
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Está na hora de fugir, de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Deixar os gritos para trás, para trás,
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Chegou a hora, agora!

©Barbara & Bonetender 2024 All Rights Reserved

Hora Certa

Hora Certa (with Barbara)

Once again, I realised the monthly @themusicollective playlist was almost upon me, so tried to quickly cobble together a song. The bulk of this (including verse 3, 4 and the chorus) originates from a songwriting challenge (of writing a verse or chorus a day for a month) I did during the lockdown, and I just added verse 1 and 2 this morning. Somehow turned into a song somehow dealing with anxiety and somewhat influenced by the current heatwave. Oh, and musically I stole the riff I figured out for Jolene!

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Monday morning pries your eyelids open with a cheeky grin
And without warning anxiety tries to start its quest of creeping in
You feel the scorching sun summon the heat 
The battle of torture and fun begins to tickle your feet

Verse 2
You try your best to fight the urge to give in to that smouldering weight
That lies upon your chest just waiting to be stirred before it
Grabs your head and heart and suddenly you’re afraid cos the
Biggest part of you can tell it’s too late

Chorus
You wanna
Get out of the day and face the bed
Pull the plug on the madness that’s rampaging through your head
Just forget about the nice things noone’s ever said 
To you and feel reality’s hold on you fall away

Verse 2
You throw a pinch of truth into a soup full of lies,
To hide the bittersweet flavour of your crooked alibis,
You hope that one more scoop will satisfy your hunger
But in the end it keeps your cravings alive for longer

Chorus
I wanna
Get out of the day and face the bed
Pull the plug on the madness that’s rampaging through my head
Just forget about the nice things noone’s ever said 
To me and feel reality’s hold on me fall away

Verse 3
You need a brandnew frame of mind without the cracks and the rust 
You’re kind of scared what you might find by wiping away the grime and the dust.
Try to assemble the pieces you have lost in a dream
And create something new you’ve never seen.

Chorus
You gotta
Get out of the day and face the bed
Pull the plug on the madness rampaging through your head
Just forget about the nice things noone’s ever said 
To you and feel reality’s hold on you fall away

Fall Away (demo)

Here it is, Frog God's sixth full-length album.

Fade Away

Recording sessions from 29/10/2023 - 08/11/2023

presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.

________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,   Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
- #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
________________________________________________________________________
❤️ 🕊️ 🙏

CLAV_4 - ❤️ 

CLAV 4

Temporal Reverie

He dreamed of writing the great American novel
But when he tried to write his wheels just spun and spun
So he started doing book reviews to pay the bills
He became the literary equivalent of Atilla the Hun
Brutally criticizing, trying to find things to hate
He became a critic because his work was second rate
It takes years of work to write hundreds of pages
Each author thinks they’ve written a book for the ages
He skims though each manuscript in less than ten minutes
Reviews don’t pay that much so he has to set time limits
He pushed himself to the limit, day after day
100 pages per hour going down motorway
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
they hide between the lines
they crowd, they crowd, they become too vague
darken him, irritate him, push him - out of the margin,
The words all swirl together and he mutters to himself
He sits at his desk for hours. It’s not good for his health
He says if you don’t like my reviews, you can tell me to go to hell
To hell, to hell, you can tell me to go to hell
Sometimes if a good book made him jealous and it got under his skin
He’d write a bad review, try to send it to the discount bin
And every day his reviews grew more and more over the top
Like a shark in bloody water, he was unable to stop
And then one day he was overrun by a train of syllables going counterclockwise
And question marks appeared as the words blurred before his eyes
The words on the page now felt empty
He’d expended all his rage
The meaning of words was inverted
He was trapped in a hopeless cage
He viciously pointed out the flaws
Of all his contemporary peers
He burned his bridges and when he fell
his victims erupted in cheers
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
He said if you don’t like my reviews, 
you can tell me to go to hell
Now he works as a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman and that’s not going well
To hell, to hell, he told them to go to hell
He saw the trainwreck coming but he ignored the warning bell

The Ballad Of The (former) Literary Critic [lyrical collaboration with Michele Ansani]

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Ljusnande dagar. ( 1995 ) Eddy Mango ( Eddy )

High-energy, driving techno mix featuring pulsating basslines and hypnotic synth melodies.

SPACEMEN - SCORPIO SESSIONS 2024

O-Year of the Snake

Night waves

Shaun Moss Music Collection: https://shaunmoss.art/music
(Listen to all my music for FREE, no signup required, no ads, HD quality)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3B3cV6heBi0JwS1dDOD0IA
Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0DT18N9LR
TIDAL: https://listen.tidal.com/album/411488519

Speedrun

PALAIS PLASTIQUE
-------
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Tu aimes tout, de mes essences, à mes délicieux poisons,
J’ai érigé ta puissance, de tes dires...sur tes addictions !
--
Mais tu te trompes sur ma nature et je n’ai pas ces intentions,
Tu as apposé une lecture, qui gracie bien tes ascensions.
Cette croissance a un prix, et s’entrebâillent, enfin, tes yeux.
Nulles chances infinies, cesse donc, d’y conforter tes dieux.
--
Si je suis belle énergie, me voilà donc, pieux emballages,
J'ai fait Lumières sur tes nuits, comme reproduire toutes tes images.
Comme un singe, tu copies, mon essieu et tous mes usages,
Tu fais prières aguerries, au palais plastique, tu t’engages.
--
Quand j’émaille la substance, tu traduis mondanité.
Ton torrent de mots s’agence, sans jamais dire Sincérités.
Tu sais que tu épuises les sols, incapable de te réguler,
Criant Amish a des boussoles, qui se languissent de tes progrès.
--
J’avais fini mon travail, oui, je dormais enfin au sol !
Tu as foré des entailles et pour mieux justifier ce viol,
Tu as nommé Révolution, ces siècles où Propriété
De terres, et d’Obligations, aux peuples, tu as su imposer.
--
Tu peux conspuer Pétrole, mais j’ai bien plus d’humilité,
Que toi et ceux que tu enrôles, pour mieux te coiffer de lauriers.
Nature est tendre et tolérante, pour disculper tes ambitions,
Mais cette fabrique d’âmes errantes, mène à l'asile maigre Raison.
-
Perdue alors, dans les méandres, de ton beau palais plastique,
Des tribus hémérocalles, en vain, s’usent à fleurir tes briques.
Tout le vivant t’interpelle, y compris les âmes fossiles,
Pour que l'histoire, de plus belles, retrouve un beau terreau fertile.
-
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Éblouis par mon essence, tu n’as su construire, que prisons.
Retrouve un peu ta puissance, risquant de fuir tes addictions.

-------------------------------------------
Mesdames, Damoiseau, Messieurs, Demoiselles et autres Gueux (c'est mes préférés) 
J'ai l'immense bonheur de vous présenter "Cool is Watching You"!!
Le Nouvel EP de M'Z - la version "concept en musique" de mes travaux de composition.
C'est une critique du cool social par le cool musical...

Dans cet album je m'exerce à adopter un positionnement musical "cool" et souhaite mettre en perspective les limites de cette 'posture', qu'on s'impose, socialement nous même, plus ou moins volontairement et que les réseaux sociaux favorisent largement. 
Posture qui, semble bien plus nous nuire que nous servir. 
"Cool is Watching You" est aussi un point de rencontre en musique entre Orwell et Huxley qui espère guérir le cool par le cool.

7 morceaux que je définirai plus en détails avec des mots dans les jours à suivre, pour favoriser la transe, en attendant je vous laisse le découvrir en sons avec les seuls gros titres comme pistes.

Je remercie Anesthetize Productions et Guillaume Beringer
De m'aider à la diffusion de cet album, n'hésitez pas à les suivre et allez découvrir les divers travaux qu'ils défendent.

Je remercie Pedro Coelho pour m'avoir accompagné avec grand brio sur le morceau Palais plastique et je vous conseille de le suivre également c'est un excellent guitariste et musicien et une très belle personne.

Merci également a la rue on se retrouve a 18h en attendant voilà un cadeau qui j'espère nous donnera de la force !!

Cool is watching you

Palais Plastique

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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