IT WAS SOMETHING YOU SAID
IT WAS THE THINGS WE DID
THAT PUSHED THE TRAIN OFF THE RAILS
NEVER TO BE BACK AGAIN
NEVER TO BE BACK AGAIN

NOW SEPARATE WE SAIL
I BET IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHICH ONE TO BLAME 
FOR WHAT HAPPENED HERE 
STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE

YOU COULD THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL         
BUT IT’S NOT LONG BEFORE WE FALL           
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
IT WANTS IT ALL

IS YOUR BOAT STILL FLOATING
CAUSE MINE IS SINKING

I THOUGHT I WAS THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL
BUT IT WASN’T  LONG BEFORE I STALLED               
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
I THOUGHT I WAS THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL
BUT IT WASN’T LONG BEFORE I STALLED            
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS  
THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
IT WANTS IT ALL

Something You Said

synthwave  by famous  https://soundcloud.com/eftos, my b-day mix,  
 enjoy with headphones <3

THANK YOU SO  MUCH FOR YOUR GREAT FEEDBACK, MEANS THE WORLD  TO ME!!  <3

Scala  Naturalis  . Sulevia Ft Eftos

Live on stage with my clarinet and with my friends from the band ULSD . That was a fun  evening !!

Strasbourg St Denis (Live )

I wrote the lyric for this song after a family blackberrying expedition a few years ago. My old friend Gareth and I put some chords to it and recorded it. Lizzy Taypen said that she liked it a lot, so I took the opportunity to rope her in to sing with us. I mixed her vocal in and produced another version. https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor/blackberrying-harmonies-with-lizzie-mix-2
I listened to it again and thought that Lizzies vocal was very special and that I had missed the best version. So I mixed a version with only Lizzie singing and a more gentle support track. I thought that it was beautiful, it is the track  here.
Her page https://soundcloud.com/taylor-pentland

Blackberrying

When the sun light falls in a steeply slanted angle
And the colours of the world fade to muted reds and golds
The living soil still holds it’s warmth and waning sweetness
As another summer gently slips from our aging fingers hold
We can still find simple joy in the things we did as children
Finding fruit among the bushes along the margins of our roads
with our adult children now
as we enjoy this timeless pleasure
Of finding fruits just hanging ripe and ready in the hedgerow
And taking them back home with us like edible treasure hoards

Folk don’t seem to bother now, to take the time to pick them
Still they grow and glow like jewels amongst natures topiary
A present from an old imagined ancient world of wonder
As sweet fruit drops into our hands from the realm of the fairyies
We stretch to reach the fullest ones, beyond reach in the branches
the nettles tingle our arms and legs if we fail to be wary
Then we carry home our bounty, taking great care not to spill them
and turn them into memories that we had very nearly lost
a refreshment for our hearts from our purple blackberries

Blackberrying feat Lizzie Taypen

Our utmost thanks to Doug Roossien for allowing us to fly free on this beautiful song he wrote, and allowing us to change some of the lyrics and nuances to fit in with our style..  We'd also like to give our profound thanks to Joel Harkin for his amazing Pedal Steel contribution. He's a terrific artist, and well worth approaching for help when your song needs that perfect touch. 

Both artist pages can be found here:  
Joel Harkin: https://www.facebook.com/JoelHarkin
https://joelharkin.bandcamp.com/album/never-happy-2

Doug Roosien: https://soundcloud.com/doug-roossien

Copyright 2024 Daniels/Durgy/Roossien
Gentle Rain Records
Written by: D Roossien, Daniels & Durgy
Pedal Steel: Joel Harkin
Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics: 

Silent…tears are falling  
Raining teardrops… that call your name  
Darlin’… you stopped listening  
And I can’t reach you… or see you again  
And as the teardrops start to fall,  
Each one a hammer on the floor 
I hope that someday you will hear 
 A single silent tear

Days turn nights.. So all alone  
What kind of fool would turn and go?  
And I keep staring at the phone  
(Darling I'm sitting here at home...)
Wishing you’d call and say hello  
(Oh babe I miss you so..)
But as the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor  
I hope that someday you will hear  
A single… silent tear

Oh Maybe you’ll forgive me  
Somehow not forget me…  Baby please…
(Can you forgive me too.. Oh baby)
And Oh Maybe you’ll remember
The way we felt together 
And come back to me..
… come back to me.. 
(come back to me...)

Oh Silent…tears are falling  
Wishing you and I could start again  
But Baby… time has taken over    
(My sweet baby)(My sweet Angel)
And I know we’ll never be the same 
(Baby please don't say it's so..)
 'Cause As the teardrops start to fall, 
Their silence broken on the floor 
 I hope that someday you will hear  
A single silent tear 
Oh I hope that someday you will hear  …
A single… silent tear 

Baby please.. can you hear each tear call your name..
(Baby please... oh baby i can hear each tear)
Baby please.. This is the one day I will hear..
A single silent tear..

Single Silent Tear

Shifting Elements

ZZSTARRIDER

City Diaries
Bruno Bernard 2024
(english)
"City Diaries" is a refection on our city lives, a daily imaginary journey that invites us to
introspection. Te world of sound that surrounds us is experienced in a unique way by
each and every one of us, yet we all share it.
Each stroll is unique, each moment unique.
It's up to us to make these situations our own, to build our own dream cosmology.
Considering the creative power of what surrounds us as a tool for inner construction, as
poetry, is a response to our materialistic lives and can help us better apprehend the
modern world.
True to Gaston Bachelard, the aim here is to give free rein to daydreaming, while at the
same time giving full artistic expression to the noise of our times, an essential concept
developed by Luigi Russolo.
City Diaries was composed from sounds collected at night in my city (Chalon sur
Saône), which gave rise to an imaginary vocabulary for this acousmatic piece.
Our sound context is a refection of our times, and it's up to us to seize it and, like
modern alchemists, appropriate one of the last things that is free - noise - and transform
it into a work of art. Fortunately, it's one of the last things we have free access to.
Binaural format 24B/48Khz
(français)
« City Diaries » est une réfexion autour de nos vies citadines, un parcours imaginaire
quotidien qui nous invite à l'introspection. L'univers sonore qui nous entoure, à la fois
ressenti de manière unique par chacun d'entre nous, nous est pourtant commun, nous
l'avons en partage.
Chaque déambulation est singulière, chaque moment est unique.
C'est à nous de nous approprier ces situations afn de construire une cosmologie onirique
qui nous soit propre.
Envisager la puissance créative de ce qui nous entoure comme un outil de construction
intérieure, une poésie, est une réponse à nos vies matérialistes et peut nous aider à mieux
appréhender le monde moderne.
Fidèle à Gaston Bachelard, il s'agit ici de laisser libre cours à la rêverie et en même temps
donner toute son importance artistique au bruit de notre époque, concept essentiel
développé par Luigi Russolo.
City Diaries a été composé à partir de sons collectés de nuit dans ma ville (Chalon sur
Saône) qui ont donné naissance à un vocabulaire imaginaire permettant de construire
cette pièce acousmatique.
Notre contexte sonore est le refet de notre époque, à nous de nous en emparer pour, tels
des alchimistes modernes, s'approprier une des dernières choses qui soit gratuite -le
bruit- et le transformer en oeuvre artistique. C'est heureusement une des dernière chose
qui soit nous accessible librement.
Format binaural 24B/48Khz

8.Shadow's Game

tHe sTAr

The Unknown Soundscaper - Air

You can't sleep, it's hot as hell, the window's open but makes no difference, then a saxophone riff starts looping inside your tired mind. It might not even exist in the real world, but it's in there, gnawing at your neurons. Time to light one up my friend...

Hot Night

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.

Shifting Elements

Anthony Cutrera Morales

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