Mysterious, a little unsettling but gorgeous. 👏👏

beautiful composition with a rich and original musical texture. Congrats Bruce !

A truely vivid and diverse composition - from the dark intro to the delightful Spanish guitar tunes. You really impressively show your rich skillset here. And truely a cool idea to "translate" painters styles into music. Although I would consider music (and in particular one that is so skillful as yours) also as art, which makes the series title a bit intricate to understand. For me something like "Imagery expressed in music" would maybe work even better :-). Chapeau to that track!

very beautiful orchestration and your composition travels me to the past❤️

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Crank The Crush - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Electric Guitars | Heavy ROCK on the spot!

Instruments: Electric Guitars & a Heavy Metal Boss Pedal

Cover Art Design: Photo & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Music Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS CANADA


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Crank The Crush - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Electric Guitars | Heavy ROCK on the spot!

COtu - Synths, Guitars, Production, Mix

Mastering by Marc Felish

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Space rock prog. This track, "Safe Space", is a collaborative effort conceived and developed by David. k. A. Spencer and cgmaness. 
David Spencer @ on.soundcloud.com/akXnp
cgmaness @ on.soundcloud.com/P8e3u 
Original music (Guitar, bass, flute) cgmaness.  (Guitar, bass synths drums, percussion & co arrangement, production) D. k. A Spencer

Safe Space. (collab) cgmaness

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I FLY 
Music, words and production : Bruno Chassaigne 
Guitar, vocal, keyboards & machines : Loony De Bussy 
Art cover : Nataly NGM

I Fly

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

Similar to R I.P.  A bit of fun with a Dylanesque type blues.

A Little While

Pleased to present track 6, the title track, from our new album, 'Squaring The Circle,' the fourth solo album by Amanda, music by Verulium, full album now available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy

https://amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/squaring-the-circle

Squaring The Circle

This is the second track off "There to here (Part 2)." It continues the story of a young man putting his feet on new soil after travelling across the Atlantic ocean from Ireland. 
It is also at Spotify at: https://open.spotify.com/track/5bvqXEYsSNF9u7oCzTQMwQ. 
The album is at: https://open.spotify.com/album/6Ku9FqCADHIPlilLXnTLTG
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Acoustic and electric guitars: Phil Bowen 
Lead and backing vocals: Phil Bowen 
Keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics
Verse 1
We sailed into port on a hot afternoon
I felt we had been back and fore to the moon
Salt in my eyes and salt in my throat
I’ve never been so glad to get off a boat

Verse 2
Rapped up in hope and quite a bit of luck
I looked up at fortune and then a thought struck
I’m a stranger in this land but I feel so at home
From my head to my feet and every bone

Chorus
To realise my every dream I’ve had
Realise the choice of good and bad
I may be a stranger in this distant land
But I feel so at home with my brother Galahad

Middle 8
I feel such an old man at age of twenty two
I’ve seen so much hardship with so much to do
I pull myself up with an invisible hand
This is my home. This is my land

Verse 3
The crowd surged forward in the afternoon sun
A voice shouted walk and please don’t run
And then I saw someone raise a gun 
It chilled the spine, I’m sure, in everyone.

Verse 4
I closed my eyes for a moment or two
The crowd surged forward. They stepped on my shoes
Crushed up together, I felt black and blue
The queue seemed so long but soon I was through.

There to Here  Pt. 2

America (Stranger in This Distant Land)

America (stranger in this distant land)

Written, performed and recorded by  Neli CoKo, 2024, all rights reserved. 
I tried to create a real big space. Not easy! Thank you for listening :)

Now it´s time
Remember and release
Now it´s time
The pain will come and ease

Now it´s time
To get back on the ground
Now it´s time
Declutter what I found

I can´t believe it´s over, a new beginning
...

Now it´s time
To become innocent
Now it´s time
To live luminiscent

Now it´s time
To overcome the pain
Now it´s time
To let it all go down the drain

I can´t believe it´s over - a new beginning
...

New Beginnings

Neli CoKo - New Beginnings

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic.
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 4th Fret) 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Lyrics:
The blind man lay down his walking cane
And rested by a stream
He thought he heard a minstrel sing
Or was it just a dream
A voice so calm and gentle
Full of love and full of grace
The air so sweet as if there was
Some magic in this place

The blind man sat contentedly
To hear the minstrel play
His words painted a picture
Of the dawning of the day
The rising of the morning sun
The light now giving shade
Such things he saw, such images
How could they ever fade

The minstrel played his song
And let the blind man be
At peace with at all the wonders
That his minds eye could now see
The oceans and the mountains
An eagle flying high
The colours of a rainbow 
Across the evening sky

He gathered up his walking cane
And softly bid farewell
My thanks to you kind minstrel
For the stories that you tell
Out there now ahead of him
A new path somehow lay 
As the minstrel’s voice began again
To sing and light his way

If all the stars could tell their tale 
What stories there would be
Of all that makes this universe 
Including you and me
What lies unseen beneath,
Beyond beginning with no end
For all we think we know 
What do we really “know” my friend

The Blind Man

Art Expressed in Music – Goya's Visions
January 2024
Duration: 3:30
Listen to the Playlist: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Remix of Córdoba, by Isaac Albéniz, with original composition.
Painting: section of the Pilgrimage to the Fountain of San Isidro (completed 1821 – 1823), painted on the plaster walls of Goya's house and later transferred to canvas.
Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes (March 30th, 1746 – April 16th, 1828) was a Spanish romantic painter and printmaker  He is considered the most important Spanish artist of the late 18th and early 19th centuries.  His paintings, drawings, and engravings reflected contemporary historical upheavals and influenced important 19th and 20th century painters. Goya became a court painter to the Spanish Crown in 1786 and this early portion of his career is marked by portraits of the Spanish aristocracy and royalty.  Although Goya's letters and writings survive, little is known about his thoughts. He had a severe and undiagnosed illness in 1793 that left him deaf, after which his work became progressively darker and pessimistic. His later easel and mural paintings, prints and drawings appear to reflect a bleak outlook on personal, social and political levels.  In 1807, Napoleon led the French army into the Peninsular War against Spain. Goya remained in Madrid during the war, which seems to have affected him deeply. Although he did not speak his thoughts in public, his feelings can be inferred from his “Disasters of War' series of prints.  Other works from his mid-period include the “Caprichos and Los Disparates” etching series, and a wide variety of paintings concerned with insanity, mental asylums, witches, and religious and political corruption.  His late period culminates with the “Black Paintings” of 1819–1823, applied on oil on the plaster walls of his house, the Quinta del Sordo (House of the Deaf Man) where, disillusioned by political and social developments in Spain, he lived in near isolation. Goya eventually abandoned Spain in 1824 to retire to the French city of Bordeaux. Following a stroke that left him paralyzed on his right side, Goya died and was buried on April 16th, 1828 at the age of 82.
For piano, guitar,oboe d'Amore, english horn, heckelphone, bassoon, virtual voices, tubular bells, timpani and percussion.

Art Expressed In Music - Goya's Visions

https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues: flute x10; clarinet x6; tenor sax x3; soprano sax x2; alto sax x1; oboe x1; bamboo flutes x2; synth; beats (Inspiring original track https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/cryptoblues).
RUIZZOIDMAN: lyrics, vocals, guitar.

VENTOSO BLUES A LA PRADERA  /  WINDY BLUES FOR THE PRAIRIE

Pradera, salgo de viaje,  /  Prairie, I go on a trip,
te dejo aquí prisionera.  /  I leave you prisoner here.
Salgo sin prisa, pradera,  /  I leave without hurry, prairie,
seca de hierba salvaje.  /  dry from wild grass.
Dejo este bello paraje,  /  I leave this beautiful place,
este río y su ribera,  /  this river and its bank,
atrapados en la espera  /  trapped in the wait
de recibir su folaje,  /  to receive its foliage,
su frescura y su coraje  /  its freshness and its courage
verde de la primavera.  /  green of the springtime.

Este tren que con seguro  /  This train that with confident
traqueteo de ti me lleva;  /  rattling takes me away from you;
surge el humo de su cueva  /  the smoke arises from his cave
ensuciando tu aire puro.  /  polluting your pure air.
Ya la vía, acero oscuro,  /  So the railway, dark steel,
ya la vía es la prueba,  /  so the railway is the proof,
ya la vía, nieve o llueva,  /  so the railway, may it snow or rain,
debil tú, el acero duro,  /  weak you, the steel hard,
tú la brisa, él el muro,  /  you the breeze, it the wall,
tú la suave, mi pradera.  /  you the soft, my prairie.

De tus flores, la frescura,  /  From your flowers, the freshness,
quieren apagar el fuego  /  they want to extinguish the fire
de la marcha, y así luego  /  of the pace, and so then
mantener fragancia pura,  /  maintain pure fragrance,
mas es tal tu desventura,  /  but your misfortune is such,
tal fuerza del enclavado  /  such strength of the interlocked
metal, que te ha fallado  /  metal, that has failed you
tuya la verde dulzura  /  yours the green sweetness
bajo la realidad dura  /  under the harsh reality
de los rieles plateados.  /  of the silvery rails.


Pic from https://www.thoughtco.com

Ventoso Blues A La Pradera (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

  Thanks to Francesco (@francescocartocci)
for the wonderful interpretation of the guitar part ( this brought life to my initial digital sketch),  and for the skillful mix.
Our other collaborations:
@soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco


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Shadow Dance

En souvenir à un ami chanteur parti bien trop tôt.
A Jacky

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I studied music composition in the 1970's and received a degree in music composition and theory. I wrote music for many years but decided never to  make a career of it.  In 2014, I retired from business so I could devote myself to my true passion, composing music.  I am currently involved in writing music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) and collaborating with other musicians on SoundCloud.

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Art Expressed In Music - Goya's Visions

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