Related tracks: Can't you see

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Tradacoustic series no. 399

Music, mostly recent, a few days old, a few weeks.

created: 2025/06/27, released early with 9 tracks, max is 20

hk_tradacoustic_399

impro day loop

JAMAICA 85BPM KEVBEAT.mp3

I can see further at night

2025/03/10
Title/  Light Beat(Khan and Tot)
Vocals, song and lyrics/Khan
Beat, sound &mix/ Tot
Tot url
https://soundcloud.com/tot-beat
The process of making song  is always entertaining
I appreciate this team.

Light beat

Light beat
I want to be surrounded by your sound
I want to be surrounded by your sound

You sound like light
Your sound brings out the pure in me
No reason
No stopping
You sound like light
Your sound brings out the pure in me
No reason
No stopping
I want to be surrounded by your sound

Cities are gonna wake up in it
Don't think anything
Cities are gonna wake up in it
Don't think anything
hum~Make another world 
I want to be surrounded by your sound
I want to be surrounded by your sound

You sound like light
Your sound brings out the pure in me
No reason
No stopping
You sound like light
Your sound brings out the pure in me
No reason
No stopping
I want to be surrounded by your sound
I want to be surrounded by your sound
I want to be surrounded by your sound

あなたは光の音がする
その音は私を無垢にする
理由なく
止まらず
その音の中で街は目覚めるだろう
何も考えるな
別の世界を作るんだ
あなたの音に包まれていたい
あなたの音に包まれていたい


Light Beat(Khan &Tot)

Maybe it's a survival mechanism that only allows us to remember the good things in our past, but then as we get older our subconscious and need for resolve actually breaks down that wall that has protected our minds while they were immature, weak and prone to disillusion. What we end up with is clear memories of all the things our subconscious was hiding from us all those years. At this point in life we no longer have anyone to focus on as the perpetrator of the crimes committed against us because, either they are too old or are gone, which leaves us alone to deal with by ourselves, or wonder if it's all in our heads. After years of research and self analysis I am leaning towards the power of our minds that protected us for years theory,  at least for myself,  you must complete your own quest for the truth. 

Lyrics:

Well everybody has a story to tell
Time when things didn't go so well
Best thing we can do is never forget never forget

Don't forget about the time when you were two
And caught your mom and dad up in their room
You learned a lot about life that night
Now let's move on and try to forget try to forget
Hahaha

Remember when you were four
Freezing cold in a winter storm
Parents put a heater in your room
Said don't touch just leave it alone

Why is it we can only recall
The worst that happens to us all
There's got to be good times in between
Bad memories and what we've seen
Let's move on let's move on let's move on let's move on

It can't be this cold at the end of the road
After all we've suffered
We deserve a big fat pile of gold
Let's move on let's move on

Everybody has a story to tell
Time when things didn't go so well
The best thing we can do is never forget never forget

Don't forget about the time when you were two
Caught your mom and dad in their room
You learned a lot about life that night now let's move on
And try to forget try to forget
Hahaha



Let's move on (written and performed by Jess Johnson Music by Backyard)

You can watch the video clip on my channel: https://youtu.be/0-BLV9FX0PA?feature=shared

Reflection in music can evoke different colorful emotions and feelings.

Reflection

🎧 *Epic Journey – The Return of the Fearless Warriors* by Inoxx (2025 Remaster) This piece began with a single chord — F augmented with a B — after watching the train scene in *Spirited Away*. Its rhythm builds like *Tonight We Fly* by The Divine Comedy, and its strings echo the fragility of *Rain* by Ryuichi Sakamoto.


 Composed in the late 2000s on Reason 3.5 or 4.0, it lived quietly online… until I discovered it had been licensed under a different name — with a credit that no longer belongs to me. This version gives it back its original voice. 🎹 *Cinematic. Melancholic. Untamed.* 💬 *If it sounds familiar, or you’ve heard it elsewhere — feel free to reach out.* 



Epic Journey - the return of fearless warriors (2025 remaster)

CAN’T YOU SEE
Vocals: Melissa (Ghosthack) Can’t you see
Brandon (Ghosthack) I don’t wanna go
https://www.ghosthack.de
Lillithe: Arrangement and Production
Paploviante: Remastering


Can't you see

Doot Doot Do Do Doot

D DAY

As if in Dreams

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/bEqxpSKvBG4 

Autumn contemplation is a time when one naturally leans toward reflection on transience and the meaning of life. Falling leaves and shorter days become symbols of the cyclic nature of existence, teaching us acceptance of change. It is also a moment that encourages deeper introspection and the discovery of inner peace. 

Jesienna zaduma to czas, w którym człowiek naturalnie skłania się ku refleksji nad przemijaniem i sensem życia. Spadające liście i krótsze dni stają się symbolem cykliczności istnienia, ucząc nas akceptacji zmian. To również moment sprzyjający pogłębionej introspekcji i odkrywaniu wewnętrznego spokoju. 

La reflexión otoñal es un tiempo en el que uno se inclina de forma natural hacia pensar en la fugacidad y el sentido de la vida. Las hojas que caen y los días más cortos se convierten en símbolos de la naturaleza cíclica de la existencia, enseñándonos a aceptar los cambios. También es un momento que favorece una introspección profunda y el hallazgo de la paz interior.


Autumn Is Coming

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Skilled Waiter (Inspired by "The Atlantic City Waiter" by Countee Cullen

Pete's Downtown Cafe

Sketchs Day jams , samples, instruments sequences ,patchs synths, artworks , draws and photos...etc  home-made :)
It's a day's work in general, I keep the mistakes from the live arrangements, and from the instrument sequences.
Sometimes without a timeline, I try to keep an organic and improvised side, analog, digital, whatever ;)

impro day loop

C.Gen