Name: Trip Trop Tropico (Para in Paradiso) - Acid Techno Trap by Benjamin Thomas Manfredini
Duration: 2 min 29 s
Description: An acid-infused Italian trap ballad with electronic dance elements, capturing a surreal, utopian summer escape.

Available on all plattforms: bitly.ws/pUgx

Translated to English:
How do you want to be
always there for me?
You stumble yourself
when the weight pulls on you.

First we have
to learn to love ourselves.
We do know that.
But how to do it,
that knowledge we miss.

Much rather would I prefer
could we see each other if it fits.
We'll learn this soon.
The door to another is our own heart.

Lyrics in German:
Wie willst Du
immer für mich da sein?
Du schwankst doch selbst,
wenn die Schwere an Dir zieht.

Wir müssen uns erst
selber lieben lernen,
das wissen wir,
aber wie das geht,
das Wissen fehlt.

Viel lieber wär' es mir,
wir könnten uns sehen, wenn es stimmig ist.
Wir lernen das schon.
Die Tür zum ander'n ist unser eigenes Herz.

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Vocals, lyrics
Electric guitar
Acoustic bass
Drums (computed with Hydrogen)
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Cover artwork by pexels.com/de-de/@mart-production

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Unser eigenes Herz (Composition No. 10)

The pattern begins. The in again, off again Pattern.

Caught in a Painful Game

Caught in a Painful Game by David Hanrahan

The words here come from the chapter describing a Samhain shamanic ceremony in my book The Dragon Whisperer's Son, and as ever, @APi_ZZ has come up with the most perfect, and moving, music to accompany them. The Bird Mother was the most ancient goddess of the Caucasian races, in acknowledgement of the vital role of the birds in fertilising the lands. 

Words, spoken vocals and cover art by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, October 2024 

Music and cover titling by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) October 2024 


Words: 

Samhain began, as it did every year, on the stroke of midnight when the bright star of Antares was directly over the Fairy Stone. The Fairy Stone was a huge, white obelisk and it was covered with tiny inscribed sigils that were barely visible under the thickly-encrusted green moss of ages. 

No human alive could remember how the Fairy Stone came to be there – and quite probably no-one who was dead either. It was only the dragons of the misty black Mountains of Memory who kept that knowledge safe from prying ears.

A cold breeze was gusting around the crowds of locals milling there amidst the blue, smokey fragrance from the bonfires. The flaming pine logs were dripping with sweet aromatic resins as they fired crackling sparks of brilliant orange into the dark-clouded skies. 

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms peeped through a damp carpet of gold, russet and bronze leaves covering the hard, muddy ground. The trees they had fallen from were now standing bare and shivering, entirely naked, but bravely ready to face the first gales of winter.  Frosted cobwebs, stretching between their branches, twinkled under a full silver moon.  An owl hooted.

In front of the Fairy Stone stood a large wooden platform. It had been charred black, and then scored with white Xs, Vs and spirals to turn it into an altar, carved in the shape of an eagle so gigantic that it was as if the constellation of Aquila had fallen from the star-studded vaults above. Standing astride the altar was a giant effigy of a woman. She had a pointed head and the beaked face of a bird of prey. Her breasts were huge and egg-shaped, as were her protruding buttocks.  Her arms, outstretched as if in flight, were entwined with wriggling serpents. It was the Bird Mother. 

Each family was going forward, one at a time, to the Bird Mother's altar with their offerings of lit candles for the Naming of the Dead ceremony. Tears glistened in their eyes as the recited with gratitude the names of all those who had before come them.  It wasn't long before there were so many candles jostling together that the altar began to mirror the glittering blackness of the night skies. 

Afterwards, hearts were so full and heavy with remembrance that each preferred to just sit silently with their own thoughts, their solemn faces upturned towards the stars to watch Orion, the Lord of Winter, arise from his watery Underworld to reclaim his rulership over that half of the year. 

Then they were content in their hearts that throughout the cold dark days to come, new starseeds would be nurtured in the warmth of the womb of Earth; that the silver spindle connecting their revolving seasons to the starry mills slowly grinding above would hold firm with their prayers and offerings; that eventually new stargates would open like vast glittering palaces, and that the end of the beginning was done so that life could become and spiral on forevermore.

From The Dragon Whisperer's Son by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,  ISBN 978-1-9163795-6-5. Buy it on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yss89t58

Samhain

120 BPM of pure energy.
This track blends the raw soul of old-school funk with the punch and clarity of modern dancefloor production. Driving bass, tight funky guitars, an electric piano, sharp drums, a grooving sax, and female vocals that channel the golden age of funk — everything is here to make you move.

It’s not just funk. It’s not just EDM.
It’s a statement: get down, dance hard, and remember who you are.

Mixed in Cubase, mastered with Ozone 11, this song stands at the crossroad between classic groove and club-ready sound. For fans of Jamiroquai, Chromeo, Daft Punk, and anyone who loves music that makes the body and the soul vibrate.

Get Down and Know Who You Are

Get Down and Know Who You Are - KRT Production

Comfort Zone

Level Up

The Edge

Getting older is a privilege.  It's tough getting old but it beats the alternative.  I wrote this song about using the time I have left on this earth to becoming my best for me, myself and I.  All the pain and hurt has brought me to where I am today, and I will move forward and just be the best version of myself I can be.  I enjoy nature and spending time with my loved ones and my dog.  Simple things are life's greatest treasures.

Life's Lessons

Becoming My Best

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The wave "prod by CkX"

Lyric Video  on 7kphx YouTube channel  song droping on YouTube on  November 1st 

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An acid-infused Italian trap ballad with electronic dance elements, capturing a surreal, utopian summer escape.

Trip Trop Tropico (Para in Paradiso) - Acid Techno Trap

Benjamin Thomas Manfredini

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