quelle voix, qui sert un magnifique texte et un subtil accompagnement, bref j'adore

Très bon travail. Voix fantastiques. Excellente chanson mon ami.

A great ballad. Super arrangement and a terrific listen!

Blackbird

Dreaming in Colour

Moonlight

Music: Ian Greaves [ https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 | https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

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written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

https://soundcloud.com/negative-headphone: many keyboards, drums, percussion, mix, production, artwork.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: original theme, composition, bass, rhythm guitar, drums.

Intimate jam got me this bass theme, which I developed with geometrical tones and fractal rhythmic, and offered to my old friend Negative Headphone. You should know his fabulous response on any musical style, and here is a proof of it. Enjoy!

Fractal Shenanigans (with Negative Headphone)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Breathe the light, soft on the sea
Dive where the sky empties
No more words are needed, only this sound
The sun is silent, the water is long

The wind is soft, the air tastes of salt
Paths without a trace, in a golden glow
The waves tell of things that pass
But everything remains if we simply stand

Sun and sea, a silent gaze
Colors flow, return
No goal, no plan, only this moment
Which calls itself like a distant promise
Sun and sea... between light

The evening falls, the hours pass
Shadows move gently, creating worlds
When I lose myself in the sound of the sea
I myself become wind and idea

Sun and sea... between light
A breath, a shimmer, a silent weight

Sun and Sea

Weil du in mir bist

🤍🎶Cette chanson que j’ai écrite à partir du livre « Mon zèbre s’est tué » écrit par Hélène Decherf-Défossez, un texte clamé à plusieurs voix lors d’un salon littéraire, qui ne pouvait pas rester dans un tiroir.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ J’ai voulu lui donné une autre dimension en composant une musique à partir de la voix de Nina pour renforcer le dialogue entre une mère et un fils.⋆｡°✩ Le dernier tableau est la vie qui s'en va...
🤍🎶This song was inspired by the book "Mon zèbre s’est tué" by Hélène Decherf-Défossez. Originally performed as a spoken word piece by multiple voices at a literary event, it was a text that couldn’t stay in a drawer.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I wanted to give it a new dimension by composing music around Nina’s voice, to deepen the dialogue between a mother and her son. ⋆｡°✩The last scene is life fading out…
Mon Zèbre © 2025 par 6Carfeli6 est sous licence CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
Date de publication : 28 mai 2025
Texte : 
[Verse 1]
J’aurais aimé te le dire encore,
Te prendre un instant dans mes bras,
Te voir viser un nouveau record,
Et rire un peu, comme autrefois.
Tu partais léger, globe-trotteur,
Les capitales au bout des doigts,
Chaque instant vécu à toute heure,
Ivresse de vivre, pleine de joie.
[Verse 2]
Pendant ce temps, je tenais mon rôle,
À éveiller, former, tendre la main.
C’est dur parfois, quand la foule s’affole,
De rester humain, de garder le lien.
Tant se perdent dans des malentendus,
Des mots trop lourds ou mal lancés.
Moi non plus, je n’en suis pas exclue,
Combien d’amitiés sont effacées…
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Verse 3]
Je m’évade souvent quand je pense à toi,
À tes silences, à ton monde sans nouvelles.
J’invente des routes, des éclats de joie,
Des souvenirs posés comme des aquarelles.
Parfois j’espère, un peu candide,
Que tu penses à moi, quelque part.
Dans un miroir, un soir limpide,
L’écho discret de ce qu’on partage. 
[Verse 4]
J’ai compris que tu es à Lisbonne ! 
J’aurais parié sur Barcelone.
J’te jure, mon cœur s’est un peu serré,
Trop de silence, trop de temps passés…
Tu m’as dit rendez vous, samedi 
Tu passes avant voir ta chérie.
T’as juste une chose à faire, une dinguerie,
Et pour tes vingt ans, ce sera la folie ! 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Outro]
La vie est un risque, c’est aussi ce qui la rend belle,
Chaque instant partagé cache une fragilité.
On cherche à briller, à faire des étincelles,
Portés par le vent, parfois sur le fil.
On avance, guidés par nos propres éclats,
À vouloir tout vivre, tout comprendre ici-bas.
Et c’est peut-être là, tout à la limite du vertige,
Qu’on se demande soudain : qu’est-ce qui nous dirige ?
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse.

Mon Zèbre

Reminiscence – The Gentle Return
Sometimes the heaviest moments are the quiet ones.
When a single piano speaks louder than any voice,
not with words, but with the aching stillness left behind.

Reminiscence is the sound of looking back,
of revisiting the empty chair, the quiet room,
the laughter that once filled it – now just an echo.
It’s not a cry for comfort, but a slow exhale of memory.

This piece doesn’t try to escape the sorrow.
It walks beside it – unafraid, tender, honest.
Because some things cannot be forgotten.
They live on in sound, in silence, in the spaces between the notes.

Performed entirely on the Bechstein  –
a grand piano from EastWest, known for its haunting intimacy.
Its velvety resonance and delicate detail bring life to the sadness,
like a whispered goodbye that lingers in the air.
Every nuance was shaped by human hands – with reverence, with grief.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI. No shortcuts. Just soul, sorrow, and sincerity.

Composed, played, and felt by myself –
for all those who carry someone in their heart but can no longer hold them.
Thank you for listening – and for making space for this gentle return.


Reminiscence – Die leise Rückkehr
Manchmal sind es die stillsten Augenblicke, die am schwersten wiegen.
Wenn ein einziges Piano lauter spricht als jede Stimme –
nicht mit Worten, sondern mit dem Schmerz,
den nur die Abwesenheit kennt.

Reminiscence ist ein Blick zurück.
Zu dem leeren Stuhl. Dem stillen Raum.
Dem Lachen, das einmal darin lebte –
nun nur noch Erinnerung, verhallt im Nichts.
Dieses Stück sucht keinen Trost.
Es atmet die Trauer – langsam, behutsam, aufrichtig.

Denn manche Verluste verblassen nicht.
Sie bleiben – in einem Klang, in der Stille,
in dem, was zwischen den Tönen unausgesprochen bleibt.

Eingespielt auf dem Bechstein Sus Rep Lite DYN –
ein Konzertflügel aus der EastWest-Piano-Serie,
geschätzt für seine emotionale Tiefe und intime Klangcharakteristik.
Sein samtiger Ton und seine fragile Präsenz
verleihen dem Schmerz eine Stimme,
wie ein leiser Abschied, der in der Luft stehen bleibt.
Jede Note wurde mit Sorgfalt und Gefühl geformt – von echten Händen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Keine KI. Kein Trick. Nur Seele. Nur Trauer. Nur Wahrheit.

Komponiert, gespielt und empfunden von mir –
für all jene, die jemanden im Herzen tragen, den sie nicht mehr in den Armen halten können.
Danke fürs Zuhören – und dafür, dieser leisen Rückkehr einen Platz zu geben.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, modification or distribution of this track is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted under applicable law.
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Vervielfältigung, Bearbeitung oder Verbreitung dieses Tracks ist untersagt und wird rechtlich verfolgt.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord – established 2012

Reminiscence

This track is my very personal take at the Koan "Hear the Clap of your Hand". My lyrics version (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand-pp) might make things clearer. (yes, this is my sneaky strategy to guide you from one song to another :-))

Compositionwise, the track is roughly split into two equal parts. The first part introduces its cinematic theme in the very beginning, taking it thereafter up several times with slightly different accentuations and rhythms which gives it a fresh feel with different highlighted nuances in each repetition. Several interludes contribute to the cinematic feeling. 

The second part, starting @1.53 starts by a more Jazzy version of the main theme. However, from 2.20 onwards, it is very restricted in its harmonies - only two harmonies are used from thereon until the end, C major and C# major. The tension arises purely from the rhythmic changes (such as the shift from 4/4 to 3/4 @3.17 and back), climaxing at the end.

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Miniature)

Golden Sword (2025)

It may be obvious that this piece has its roots in Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" Op. 27 No. 2.  My first iterations were much closer to the original but I have now wandered far afield.  Sincere thanks to you for listening.  I'm honored.

*If I am slower to respond lately it should be noted I have a new puppy.  I am hoping he won't eat my house and pianos.

Sincere thanks to my good friend and frequent collaborator David Dunham for mastering my track @david-dunhamuser589535203

Introspection

Dope cool man-ryonthemic
https://soundcloud.com/rquinlan48
California stop（ryonthemic&Tot.masa)
Words,vocals-ryonthemic
Beat,prod-Tot.masa
Peace&Love from us both🙏🙏

California Stop feat. ryonthemic

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

This lyrics are for those who lost someone who was close to them, and who left a mark <3

Lyrics:

I hear your laughter, I see your smile
Even though it's been a while
since you waved goodbye to Mother Earth
I can feel your presence, strong and clear

Chorus:
All the good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever i go

You are my smiling memory...

You said so many kind words, you were never rude
Even when you had a reason to be
Took care of those who needed a hand
It didn't matter to you, woman or man

Chorus:
All the  good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever I go

You are my smiling memory..

I look at the sky, and I see you
A dancing light, waving at me
You still bring a smile to my face
And I can feel your presence, strong and clear

Chorus:
All the good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever I go

You are my smiling memory...

My Smiling Memory

Epic 2025 vol 8

heart feels the chill

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🎧 🇬🇧 Hi there!  
I compose, record & mix at home, just for the joy of it. Each track takes 35 to 85 hours of passion.  
I don’t sell my music. My reward? A listen, a like, a share 🙏   Music without borders  🎵 Peace, Freedom, Creation.✌️

🎧 🇫🇷 Salut !  
Je compose, j’enregistre, je mixe à la maison pour le plaisir. Chaque morceau me prend 35 à 85 h de passion. Je ne vends pas ma musique -> Ma récompense ? Une écoute, un like, un partage 🙏  Musique sans frontière🎵 Paix, Liberté, Créativité ✌️

🎧 🇪🇸 ¡Hola!  
Compongo, grabo y mezclo en casa, solo por placer.  Cada tema me lleva entre 35 y 85 horas de pasión.  No vendo mi música, Mi recompensa? Una escucha, un like, un compartir 🙏 
Música sin frontera  🎵 Paz, Libertad, Creación.✌️

Mon Zèbre

✨6Carfeli6🤟

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