Amazed at your consistency in laying down such solid work on such a regular basis !!

No idea what is flox but I like it a lot : ) Pretty amazing complexity in the sweeping surge of this piece.

I admire the richness and great harmony in your creations! well done and thank you for this immense sharing Belial!

like a ufo , scanning the arizona desert for thier lost pal

Your Mix 4

Did It Happen At All

*** A new extended version is available at the following link ***
https://on.soundcloud.com/xdBgk

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A requiem for my sister Lisa, and 4th movement of a work I have planned to complete as I have time and inspiration for each part of my outline.

The title comes from my daughter, who heard me as I was playing with the initial melodic idea, and said it sounds like a mourning bird.

This piece is best heard through headphones or quality stereo speakers to hear all the details.

Special thanks to the following, in no particular order, for their feedback, support and kindness which helped me to make this piece what it is.
Loo(p)cy
Sara Di Paolo
Bruce Klepper
Jay Barbeau
Eileen Eaton

Instruments from Versilian Studios Chamber Orchestra 2 Professional Edition

Birds of Mourning: Legacy Conceptual Version

I wrote the lyric for this song after a family blackberrying expedition a few years ago. My old friend Gareth and I put some chords to it and recorded it. Lizzy Taypen said that she liked it a lot, so I took the opportunity to rope her in to sing with us. I mixed her vocal in and produced another version. https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor/blackberrying-harmonies-with-lizzie-mix-2
I listened to it again and thought that Lizzies vocal was very special and that I had missed the best version. So I mixed a version with only Lizzie singing and a more gentle support track. I thought that it was beautiful, it is the track  here.
Her page https://soundcloud.com/taylor-pentland

Blackberrying

When the sun light falls in a steeply slanted angle
And the colours of the world fade to muted reds and golds
The living soil still holds it’s warmth and waning sweetness
As another summer gently slips from our aging fingers hold
We can still find simple joy in the things we did as children
Finding fruit among the bushes along the margins of our roads
with our adult children now
as we enjoy this timeless pleasure
Of finding fruits just hanging ripe and ready in the hedgerow
And taking them back home with us like edible treasure hoards

Folk don’t seem to bother now, to take the time to pick them
Still they grow and glow like jewels amongst natures topiary
A present from an old imagined ancient world of wonder
As sweet fruit drops into our hands from the realm of the fairyies
We stretch to reach the fullest ones, beyond reach in the branches
the nettles tingle our arms and legs if we fail to be wary
Then we carry home our bounty, taking great care not to spill them
and turn them into memories that we had very nearly lost
a refreshment for our hearts from our purple blackberries

Blackberrying feat Lizzie Taypen

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Chapter 177 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 11 is now available on Bandcamp. TAFFETA albums are always free to download. https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-11

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The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
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Taffeta 177

TAFFETA | 177

CONFEST: This song actually tune is a reflection of memories that I still have from the down to earth movement in Northern Victoria Australia, from a festival called Contest, for some reason I still remember my first days to Confest the old guy on the gate collecting money as we pulled up in the car with that huge slonger ( dick) hanging in your face. We as a small community group amongst 1000,s of others,  would camp along the river in the hot Australian sun some days 50C or about 122f crying out for a small wind to blow from the river all the time listening to that constant drumming  soothing destressing drumming which never stop throughout the festival, at night when the cool change would come that drumming would provide the back drop for a most peaceful sleep being rocked to sleep with the Confest drums, only to be woken by the crows and kookaburras dancing to the drums in the morning
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CONFEST

Our utmost thanks to Doug Roossien for allowing us to fly free on this beautiful song he wrote, and allowing us to change some of the lyrics and nuances to fit in with our style..  We'd also like to give our profound thanks to Joel Harkin for his amazing Pedal Steel contribution. He's a terrific artist, and well worth approaching for help when your song needs that perfect touch. 

Both artist pages can be found here:  
Joel Harkin: https://www.facebook.com/JoelHarkin
https://joelharkin.bandcamp.com/album/never-happy-2

Doug Roosien: https://soundcloud.com/doug-roossien

Copyright 2024 Daniels/Durgy/Roossien
Gentle Rain Records
Written by: D Roossien, Daniels & Durgy
Pedal Steel: Joel Harkin
Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics: 

Silent…tears are falling  
Raining teardrops… that call your name  
Darlin’… you stopped listening  
And I can’t reach you… or see you again  
And as the teardrops start to fall,  
Each one a hammer on the floor 
I hope that someday you will hear 
 A single silent tear

Days turn nights.. So all alone  
What kind of fool would turn and go?  
And I keep staring at the phone  
(Darling I'm sitting here at home...)
Wishing you’d call and say hello  
(Oh babe I miss you so..)
But as the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor  
I hope that someday you will hear  
A single… silent tear

Oh Maybe you’ll forgive me  
Somehow not forget me…  Baby please…
(Can you forgive me too.. Oh baby)
And Oh Maybe you’ll remember
The way we felt together 
And come back to me..
… come back to me.. 
(come back to me...)

Oh Silent…tears are falling  
Wishing you and I could start again  
But Baby… time has taken over    
(My sweet baby)(My sweet Angel)
And I know we’ll never be the same 
(Baby please don't say it's so..)
 'Cause As the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor 
 I hope that someday you will hear  
A single silent tear 
Oh I hope that someday you will hear  …
A single… silent tear 

Baby please.. can you hear each tear call your name..
(Baby please... oh baby i can hear each tear)
Baby please.. This is the one day I will hear..
A single silent tear..

Single Silent Tear

We Ping Walls

Hip Hop ?? Colors

Ein von mir vor Jahrzehnten geschriebener Songtext mit AI vertont:
Jede Nacht habe ich einen anderen Traum. Ich bin jeweils eine Manifestation der Natur, in Wasser, Erde,Luft:

(Verse 1)
Ich war ein Fisch, mein Schuppenkleid war  schön,
ich schwamm im klaren Wasser, froh alles anzusehn,
Algen umschmeichelten mich, Nahrung war nicht fern,
alles war einfach, ich hatte mein Leben gern.
(Chorus)
Doch es war nur ein Traum, ich weiß es genau,
die Wirklichkeit sieht anders aus
Da sehe ich Abwässer, alles ist grau,
und die Leute, die machen sich nichts draus.
(Verse 2)
Ein Baum war ich, dem Himmel zugewendet,
meine Blätter sprossen, die Blüten waren fast verschwendet,
Wasser zog ich aus der Erde, nahrhaft und rein,
ich wollt‘ nichts andres, als ein Baum zu sein.
(Chorus)
Doch es war nur ein Traum, ich weiß es genau,
Die Wirklichkeit sieht anders aus.
Da sehe ich Giftmüll, alles ist grau,
und die Leute machen sich nichts draus.
(Verse 3)
Ein Schmetterling, der war ich auch,
Liebe zu machen, das war mein Brauch,
Farben gab es, lockten mich hinein
in Blüten, zart wie heller Sonnenschein.
(Chorus)
Doch es war nur ein Traum, ich weiß es genau,
Die Wirklichkeit sieht anders aus.
Da sehe ich Rauchschwaden, alles ist grau,
und die Leute machen sich nichts draus.
(Verse 4)
Mein letzter Traum, das war des Pudels Kern,
ich war ein Mensch, auf unsrem kleinen Stern,
zerstörte alles, was für uns aufgebaut,
war Babylonier, der nur zum Himmel schaut.
(Chorus)
Und das war nicht nur ein Traum, ich weiß es genau,
so sieht die Wirklichkeit aus,
ich sehe Verwesung, alles ist grau,
und die Leute, die machen sich nichts draus.
(Outro)
Doch Träume sind keine Schäume
in vielen Seelen wachsen noch alle Bäume,
komm, wir halten zusammen, ist doch klar,
und all unsre Träume werden wahr.


Träume

02 La Sirena

Joy (2016) Anthology CD3 Track 08

i love u. — wiv (slowed)

NOISE - ULTRA SLOWED

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Belial Pelegrim is an electronic musician and producer known for crafting dark, cinematic, and experimental music. His work blends elements of ambient, glitch, IDM, and neoclassical styles, often creating immersive soundscapes that evoke a sense of mystery and introspection. Pelegrim's compositions are characterized by their rich textures and atmospheric depth. He frequently explores themes of surrealism, metaphysics, and the ethereal, drawing listeners into complex auditory experiences. Pelegrim's music often incorporates a hybrid of organic and electronic sounds, pushing the boundaries of conventional genres.​

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