P è n i n ș o l a r version of Ĺ͂̒on͞g̒͑in̓̃g̈́s̀
Produced, mixed, & arranged
by P è n i n ș o l a r 
Beats, bass, tremolos, synthesisers, polyrhythmic electronics, encrypted communications
Synth theme 
originally sent
by Wilfried Hanrath
Visual by P è n i n ș o l a r
https://www.instagram.com/p/COVpS51B_Br/
https://peninsolar.bandcamp.com/track/p-n-i-n-o-l-a-r-wilfried-hanrath-longings

Wilfrieds alternate guitar mixes can be enjoyed here : 
www.instagram.com/p/COUdji1IYXV/ 
www.instagram.com/p/COR3VEinFaV/ 
soundcloud.com/flyingtonefish/wilfried-hanrath-p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r-longings-wils-version 
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vjkAbU7SCE

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P è n i n ș o l a r & W:I:L- Ĺ͂̒on͞g̒͑in̓̃g̈́s̀

My Approach of Remix of GrevusAnjl's:
@grevusanjl hundredth work !
Original version: 
https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl/five-score-fanciful-frequencies-and-a-big-thank-you
I could not resist to remix but all approaches to mix a perfect song with an total dense excellent build up ended in desaster and were beyond my remixing skills i thought. But i want to post the version i liked most to
give Justin a tribute to his 100th work.Forgive me but i loved the muddy, swampy bass and beat i got out of it.
Congratulations Justin!!!

GrevusAnjl -  Five - Score Fanciful Frequencies (deaf elephant mix by noxpox)

BENIGHTED [for Ulrich Langenbach]

A tip of the hat to Taylor Jessen for the sample source.

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Calyxim Spiraledor

As you embrace the black widow in her web, she will give you a short "last tango" interpretation of Brahms - very short by his standards.

Artwork (c) by daul.

Kiss of the Spider-Woman

Kiss Of The Spider-Woman - short interp by Hverheij

Thank you so much to my amazing boyfriend Sander for mixing and mastering this acoustic piano song! Can’t wait to see you again very soon. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😊🎶

Picture by me. 😊💕

All will be well in my world (with my acoustic piano)

Late Session ACM

I love sad songs, I wish I could sing them better...

Unspoken
We don’t speak of love
Or what our hearts dream of
In these quiet days

And the silence
Is more than I can bear
And so I filled the air
In my careless way

It’s no wonder why we don’t see eye to eye
We’ve grown so far apart,
And I don’t remember why

But love goes on
Even after everything went wrong
Though we tried with all that we have known
We’re little more than strangers on our own

Love’s sweet remains
Burning from the fire of younger days
We’re searching for the ashes of those ways
Scattered by the wind and blown away

There’s a picture 
When we were young and free
The world was at our feet
Before it all crashed in

And if I could
I would go back there in time
Erase the sadness in your smile
And we could start again

Yes I know that we would up just the same
Out here alone together
Wondering who’s to blame

Unspoken
Words I didn’t say
I think that it’s too late

unspoken

“iris”

art work: Aquamarine_song via Pixabay
vocal: Vocaloid Yukari

花菖蒲黒い四角の箱に咲き
黒服の背に紫流す
まなかいを行き交うひとが敵に見え
人ごみの中懐探る

An Uber Eats delivery man is carrying a black box on his back. 
The box is full of iris flowers. 
Purple runs down the street.
Pedestrians coming and going in front of me are like enemies.
I fumble around in my inside pocket for a gun.

iris

Iris

Endless Summer

ABSURD PROCESS

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

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