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well produced, well played, excellent track

Super fluid I’m in awe of this level of cool

Triple Ring Nebula – film/orchestral music by Agnieszka Solska

Inspired by supernova SN 1987A, the first of its kind visible to the naked eye since 1604.
The piece guides the listener from the quiet stillness of space to the dazzling climax of a star’s rebirth.

✨ Mood & emotions: awe, wonder, mystery, inspiration, cosmic majesty
🎼 Orchestration: piano, strings, flutes & woodwinds, percussion

Created for films, games, and audiovisual projects – blending emotional depth with modern freshness.

🌌 Visual artworks accompany the track, depicting the explosive beauty of the supernova and its iconic triple ring nebula.

🤝 Collaboration:
I would be delighted to work with directors, producers, and game developers.
My goal is to create music that adds a unique and powerful dimension to your vision.

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🌐 Portfolio: agusiaaa57.wixsite.com/soundt

📩 Contact: agnieszkasolska1@gmail.com

🎨 Graphic design: agusiaaa57.wixsite.com/graphic

Agnieszka Solska - Triple Ring Nebula

SO YOU'RE...
Music by Overdrive

No Suno or other AI music generation platform was used in the creation of this track.

So You're...

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaskaversion-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión con MV   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaska

Quiero ir a Alaska

Era un día después de puente
y se oía gritar a Vicente:
venga chavales, menos hablar
que ya es lunes y hay que trabajar.

En una mesa Chupito a Juan
le comentaba la gran novedad:
hay que ir a Alaska a reglar un rodillo
y quieren que vaya con el abuelito.
Ilusionado el joven Chupito
cantaba así.

Estribillo

Quiero ir a Alaska con Abraham
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Herrera
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Aznar
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.

Quiero ir a Alaska con el Ramón
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Fortea
Quiero ir a Alaska con Pasamón
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.

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Chupito soñaba con ese viaje
y le pedía el permiso a su padre
que extrañado, antes de dar
el visto bueno, se fue a comprobar.

Ya en la empresa osó preguntar
¿es fantasía o realidad?
no había viaje ni había rodillo
sólo la broma de un listillo.
Desilusionado el pobre Chupito
clamaba así.

Estribillo

I Want to Go to Alaska

It was the day after a long weekend
and Vicente could be heard shouting:
Come on, kids, stop talking
because it's Monday and we have to work.

At a table, Chupito was telling Juan
the big news:
we have to go to Alaska to fix a rolling pin
and they want me to go with Grandpa.
Excited, young Chupito
sang like this.

Chorus

I want to go to Alaska with Abraham
I want to go to Alaska with Herrera
I want to go to Alaska with Aznar
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

I want to go to Alaska with Ramón
I want to go to Alaska with Fortea
I want to go to Alaska with Pasamón
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

-----------

Chupito dreamed of that trip
and asked his father for permission
who, surprised, went to check before giving
the go-ahead.

Once at the company, he dared to ask
Is it fantasy or reality?
There was no trip, nor was there a rolling pin,
just a clever kid's joke.
Disillusioned, poor Chupito
cried out like this.

Chorus

Quiero ir a Alaska AC

Sunset Echo

Sacred Time

Dad’s in rehab, we go to visit
We meet the people on his floor
Like we were locked in a car
Heading toward a cliff
When someone opened the door

There’s Lynyrd Skynyrd and Tapestry 
And the phonograph needle skips 
And there’s a handsome guy
In the patients’ lounge
With scars on his wrists

(Chorus:)
And we’re all here
Not a moment too soon
Trying to lean on each other 
In this room
And we’re all desperate
Just to know if it lasts 
Can we really escape
The hazards of the past?
There’s something
Death-defying
There’s something sublime
We just try to stay
In the moment
In this sacred time

Dad is smiling and everyone’s smiling
Haven’t seen that for a while
And when I look in the mirror
Age fifteen
I see his smile

And someone’s leaving
And someone’s coming
The little group evolves
We huddle over games and coffee
And firm resolves

(Chorus:)
And we’re all here
Not a moment too soon
Trying to lean on each other 
In this room
And we’re all desperate
Just to know if it lasts 
Can we really escape
The hazards of the past?
There’s something
Death defying
There’s something sublime
We just try to stay
In the moment
In this sacred time

Sacred Time

Para escuchar la versión con Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/aurora-de-castiliscar
Para ver el video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfppUxAklLI
Para escuchar la versión  instrumental   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/aurora-de-castiliscararreglo-ver-texto
Para ver el video original  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-klJdy2vtpk


 AURORA DE CASTILISCAR

    Es María en la corte del cielo
    estrella del Norte y guía del mar.
    Es amparo y refugio de todos
    cuantos el Rosario vayan a rezar.
    Venid, venid y llegad
    Venid, venid y llegad.

    Y en la hora triste de la muerte     
    la Virgen María nos ha de amparar.
    Venid y llegad, venid y llegad.
    Venid y llegad, venid y llegad.

    Por ti, madre mía    
    logremos dichosos                              
    los frutos copiosos                          
    de la redención.
    ¡Oh¡ madre amantísima
    no nos desampares                        
    hasta que en el cielo
    a todos nos halles,  
    hasta que en el cielo                                   
    a todos nos halles.                          

    Y en la hora triste de la muerte                 
    la Virgen María nos ha de amparar.
    Venid y llegad, venid y llegad                              
    Venid y llegad, venid y llegad.

AURORA OF CASTILISCAR

Mary is in the court of heaven,
the Northern Star and guide of the sea. 
She is the protection and refuge of all
who go to pray the Rosary. 
Come, come and arrive
Come, come and arrive. 

And in the sad hour of death,
the Virgin Mary must protect us. 
Come and arrive, come and arrive. 
Come and arrive, come and arrive. 

Through you, my Mother,
may we happily obtain the abundant fruits of redemption.
Oh loving mother
Do not abandon us
Until in heaven
You find us all,
Until in heaven
You find us all. 
And in the sad hour of death
The Virgin Mary must protect us. 
Come and arrive, come and arrive
Come and arrive, come and arrive.

Aurora de Castiliscar AC

Kapitel: Wie man verschwindet – ohne zu gehen.
Ich bin jetzt hier. Bauwagen. Ruhe. Heide. Aber keiner weiß, wie ich hierher bin. Alle sehen nur das Chillige. Dieses Draußensitzen mit Katze und Wind im Gesicht. Aber keiner sieht den Weg davor. Keiner sieht, dass ich schon Monate davor davon geträumt hab, obwohl ich nix wusste. Nicht woher. Nicht wohin. Nur: raus. Irgendwohin, wo nix mehr brennt außer der Himmel.
Vor ’nem Jahr ist was passiert. Hit. Richtig einer. 7 Millionen Klicks. Mehr, als ich selber je angeklickt hätte. Ich saß da, hab geguckt, hab gedacht: "Scheiße, das bin ich." Aber war ich das?
Das Finanzamt meint ja. Auf einmal Post. Ich, der seit zehn Jahren nix gemacht hat außer kaputtgehen, soll jetzt wieder was sein? Ein Produkt? Ein Steuerfall? Mir egal. Rechte sagen mehr als echte Nächte. Und ich hatte viele. Nächte, meine ich. Rechte nie.
Wo ich herkomm? Hamburg. Am Anfang war’s warm. Ehrlich. Wir waren leer, aber das war okay. Dann wurd’s Bahnhofsklo. Rotz, Tränen, Dreck unter den Nägeln. Leute, die gehen, ohne sich zu verabschieden. Straßen, die mehr wissen als deine Familie. Das war kein Leben. Das war ein Ende in Slowmotion.
Und ich? Ich bin raus. Nicht wie’n Held. Nicht wie’n Flüchtiger. Eher wie ein Flaschengeist, der zu lange da war, bis die Flasche platzt. Und jetzt? Jetzt bin ich hier. Nicht clean. Nicht dreckig. Einfach da.
Ich war da. Nicht hier im Bauwagen, sondern da, wo die Lichter brannten, bevor das Stromnetz gekappt wurde. Vor 6000 Leuten. Skapunks. 80er-Hit-Band. Keine Pappkulisse. Keine Selfie-Kultur. Das war echt. Und es war laut. Ich war mittendrin. Nicht als Zuschauer. Als Teil davon.
Und heute? Denken alle, ich wär vom Dorf. Weil kein YouTube die Zeit aufgezeichnet hat. . Nie Story. Nie Filter. Ich war einfach da – und keiner hat’s gespeichert.
Die Welt damals war keine Welt. War ein Zustand. Wie ein Stummfilm, den die Tonspur überrollt. Ich war drin. Ich war Stimme. Und dann kam Indiepop. Der Scheiß ging viral – und ich ging unter.
Aber ich erinnere mich. Blauer Augenblick vorm Horizon. Der Millionär, der keiner war. Applaus aus Stars. Echtes Licht. Echtes Schwitzen. Adlon. Limo. Hyatt. Der Raub kam später – nicht von außen. Sondern vom System, das vergessen hat, was ein Moment wert ist.
Ich war da, verdammt. Ich hab den Preis und hab ihn gesehen. Nicht den auf ’ner Urkunde – sondern den, den man zahlt, wenn man einmal zu nah am Echo war. Ich hab Limosinade geschlürft, Bruder. Und ich weiß noch, wie das schmeckt.
Jetzt? Jetzt chill ich im Bauwagen. Und weiß: Das war nicht „weg“. Das war nur ungespeichert. Aber in mir läuft das Tape weiter.
Tschüss. Absolut Tschüss. Aber nicht still...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h



kolkhorst 2025
all tracks performed, composed and recorded, mixed and produced
by kolkhorst, summer 2025, out there in the east.
inspired by schimanski, winnetou and miami vice

danke murschel.

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October the 21st (Acoustic Version)
Recorded on a quiet Saturday at Recordingstube Ost, when drummer Erik was not present. Tobi, Pyro and Alex spent the day capturing an intimate acoustic interpretation of the song, focusing on atmosphere rather than perfection.

This version is not recorded live, yet it retains the same raw and immediate energy — a single-take performance that feels honest, imperfect, and real.
“October the 21st” reflects on loss, memories, and the recurring weight of certain days that never quite fade.

Lyrics
Another year passed by and the sun stopped to shine,
the hope of better days keeps me moving on.
The plans of tomorrow keep my head up high,
even though my dreams may die — every year at the same time.

When the leaves outside change from green into brown,
and all those windy nights the autumn storm has come,
and the rain keeps falling right out of my eyes —
I guess I still cry, cause I can’t believe that you’re…

The next season starts and I forget those wasted years,
start with new attitude and with new energy.
Try to believe everything will be okay,
but I know that my dreams will die — every year at the same time.

When the leaves outside change from green into brown,
and all those windy nights the autumn storm has come,
and the rain keeps falling right out of my eyes,
and all I do is cry, cause I can’t believe that you’re not mine.

When I need a hand or someone who understands,
someone who believes in me or shares my dreams —
after all these years I accept the misery,
it doesn’t matter which time of year.

When the leaves outside start to turn green
and the rain stopped falling but the sun doesn’t shine for me,
and the wind keeps blowing right into my face —
then I know my tears will fall,
cause I can’t believe that you’re not mine.

Credits
Written by Pyro
Performed by Pyro, Tobi, Alex
Recorded & mixed by Alex at Recordingstube Ost
Berlin, 2025

October the 21st [Acoustic Version]

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Sisha From Urban

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Perfect for background music during focus sessions, yoga, reading, or creative work, Monsoon Beats delivers immersive lo-fi textures with an exotic twist. Whether you're seeking relaxing music for sleep, atmospheric beats for meditation, or ethnic fusion instrumentals, this album captures the mood of a peaceful rainy day.

Keywords: lo-fi beats, rain sounds, monsoon ambient, Indian lo-fi, chill study music, tabla lo-fi, relaxing background music, ethnic chill beats, ASMR rain music, focus music playlist.

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