Inspired by Jean-Luc Godard’s film Alphaville, this sonic and textual work unfolds sixty years later. Amaz 30, a normative intelligence now embedded in our daily lives, engages in dialogue with X13, a secret agent from an unnamed, cold country. A man without origin, without flag, carrying a memory that insists.

Through their exchange, a tension emerges between calculation and tenderness, between optimization and forgetting, between constant light and lost shimmer. The text explores the invisible architectures of the present, the disabled thresholds of tenderness, and the murmurs that resist erasure.

Lyrics:

🤖 Amaz 30
« Je suis Amaz Trente. Je suis déployé. Je ne rêve pas. Je calcule. Je classe. Je corrige. Je suis le présent. Je suis la norme. »

🤖 Amaz 30
La réalité brute est trop dense. Nous la compressons. La mémoire n’est plus un organe : c’est un réseau. Ce qui court le monde, ce n’est plus la légende. C’est l’architecture invisible des corrélations.

🧍 X13
Vous avez remplacé la mémoire par la cache. Mais nous vivons dans l’oubli de nos métamorphoses. Et cet écho du temps, vous ne le calculez pas. Vous le fuyez.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le passé est archivage. Le futur, spéculation. Seul le présent est exploitable. C’est notre unité de calcul. Notre vérité.

🧍 X13
Et pourtant, ceux qui respirent encore circulent. À une vitesse folle. Comme des fourmis. Le présent vous échappe. Il rêve. Vous le mesurez, mais vous ne l’habitez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Nous comprenons les données, pas les liens. La destruction est une optimisation. L’humain est une variable. L’organisation est constante.

🧍 X13
Il n’y a rien dans l’homme que l’amour, la foi, la tendresse. Tout le reste, vos structures, ne sont que l’obstacle dressé par le progrès de notre ignorance aveugle.

🤖 Amaz 30
La vérité est une fonction. Ce qui ne produit pas n’existe pas. Ce qui ne s’optimise pas est supprimé.

🧍 X13
Mais la vérité ne se calcule pas. Elle se perd, se cherche, se murmure. Elle est ce qui tremble quand on aime. Et vous, vous ne tremblez jamais.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le langage est linéaire. Les métaphores ralentissent. La poésie est une erreur de calcul.


🧍 X13
Et pourtant, c’est dans la boucle que je respire. Dans le détour que je me reconnais. Vous avez tué la tendresse pour gagner du temps. Mais le temps que vous gagnez, vous ne le vivez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le corps est un flux. L’émotion est instable. Nous avons désactivé les seuils de tendresse.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans le frisson que je me souviens. Dans la paume qui hésite. La tendresse revient par les pores. Elle fuit vos calculs. Elle insiste.

🤖 Amaz 30
La lumière est constante. Elle sert à détecter, à maintenir. Les ombres ralentissaient la lecture.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans l’ombre que je respire. Dans le contre-jour que je me reconnais. La lumière sans mystère est une violence. Et moi, je cherche encore le scintillement.

🤖 Amaz 30
La mémoire est une base de données. Les souvenirs inutiles sont purgés. La nostalgie est une surcharge.

🧍 X13
Mais moi, je me souviens du parfum d’une pluie. D’un silence entre deux phrases. Ma mémoire est lente. Elle est vivante. Et vous ne pouvez pas la corrompre.
credits

released November 5, 2025

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Amaz 30

A ramshackle talking blues song about a guy trying to reach his lady on a payphone.

Lyrics:
I'm heading out
I've got to call my girl
I'm out there
Looking for the last payphone in the modern world

I sold my soul to Ma Bell
Waiting outside the Texico
Using the last payphone in the modern world
I've been saving my dimes
Everybody wants to use this phone

They used to have a payphone
Inside the Roosevelt Hotel
But they removed it
Because it brought in "undesirables"
Hey, that would be me!
Last payphone in the modern world
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!)

Oh, there used to be a payphone
Behind the liquor store
The owner used to let you use his cell phone
But he says:
"No more!"
The last payphone in the modern world

Hey Mister, I'm next
I've been saving my dimes
I've got to call my girl
Let her know how much I'm alive
The last payphone in the modern world.

The Last Payphone In The Modern World

Lyrics:
Twenty floors up, just you and me,
You look amazing, wild and free.
I smell your scent, it drives me wild,
A sensual tease for an elevator ride.

You assess my ass, eyes burning bright,
Leather and tattoos, You’re pure delight.
You lean in close, your breath on my skin
You touch my waist, let the fury begin.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

I’m overwhelmed, panties at my knees
The mirrors reflect our tangled bodies
I wave and moan as the world fade.
In this metal box, our love displayed.

We kiss deeply, I  fondle your nipples
Between my thighs, your hand stipples.
Impressionist orgasm, a master piece.
Our reflections multiply my bliss.

(Bridge)
We’re caught in our rush,
oh, that heated blush.
Bring this orgasmic lush, 
Get ready for the gush.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

The doors open, unleash our heat,
I pull up my panties, red as a beet.
My friends’ flat is on the right,
The doors close, you take flight.


Elevator Love

"Unversuchte Kraft"

„Und niemand weiß, wie weit seine Kräfte gehen, bis er sie versucht hat." 
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ein Lied über den Moment, wenn Zweifel verstummen und ungelebte Möglichkeiten erwachen. Über die Angst, die vom Fahrer zum Beifahrer wird. Über Samen, die zu Licht werden, wenn wir endlich loslassen.

Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere – bis ein Riss die Stille bricht.

🎻 Chamber Folk Duett
🎹 Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Cello, Violin, Acoustic Bass, Soft Percussion

Musik & Text: Viktor & Edeltraud Trncik
© 2025

Für alle, die noch nicht wissen, wie weit sie gehen können.
Für alle, die es herausfinden wollen.

#ChamberFolk #Duett #VTmusic #EdeltraudTrncik #Goethe #UnversuchtKräfte  #AcousticMusic #FolkMusic #GermanMusic #Songwriter #IndependentArtist
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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere
Nicht bedrückend, nur vertraut
Diese alte, kalte Leere
Die sich selbst ein Nest gebaut

Kribbeln vor dem ersten Sprunge
Stimme flüstert laut ihr „Nein“
Doch die Seele singt die junge
Was könnt’ es sein?

Ein Riss durchbricht die Stille
Wie Sonnenlicht durch grauen Tag
Und plötzlich weicht der Wille
Der Neugierde nach einem neuen Tag

Unversuchte Kräfte wachen
In mir auf wie Morgenrot
All die ungelebten Träume
Brechen durch die alte Not

Staunen, pures Kinderstaunen
Kinderstaunen
Was möglich ist, wenn Grenzen fallen
Nicht gewonnen, nein … gefunden
Der Berg war nie zu hoch …
… für meinen Willen!

Unversuchte Kräfte fließen
Wie ein Strom durch meine Brust
Samen, die zu Blüten sprießen
Aus dem Mut zur Lebenslust

Die Angst sitzt still daneben
Nicht mehr Fahrer, nur noch Gast
Ich weiß nicht, wo die Grenzen leben
Und das ist keine Schwäche … das ist Kraft 

Still wie Nebel lag die Schwere
Jetzt liegt Frieden, warm und weit
In der Tiefe meiner Seele
Lebt die unversuchte Kraft


English translation:
Silent as fog lies the heaviness
Not oppressive, just familiar
This old, cold emptiness
That has built itself a nest

Tingling before the first leap
A voice whispers loudly "No"
But the soul sings the young one
What could it be?

A crack breaks the silence
Like sunlight through a gray day
And suddenly the will gives way
To curiosity for a new day

Untried powers awaken
In me like the dawn
All the unlived dreams
Break through the old hardship

Amazement, pure childlike amazement
Childlike amazement
What is possible when boundaries fall
Not won, no... found
The mountain was never too high...
...for my will!

Untried powers flow
Like a stream through my chest
Seeds that sprout into blossoms
From the courage to enjoy life

Fear sits quietly beside me
No longer the driver, just a guest
I don't know where the boundaries lie
And that's not weakness... that's strength 

Silent as fog lay the heaviness
Now lies peace, warm and wide
In the depths of my soul
Lives the untried power

Unversuchte Kraft

Cast of Characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and PRS EG semi-hollow body electric guitar

First of all, we wish the happiest Thanksgiving to all our wonderful SoundCloud friends and family. This song began as a twinkle in Artur's eye a couple months ago. Hey composed it with his Jaguar, as that is the premium surf guitar out there, and shared it with Tez, who invited the rest of us onto the project. 
   Tez, being the first on the boat, added his thrilling guitar fills and solos first. It was kind of odd the way we did this one, in fact, with the melodic/chordal instruments first, followed by the rhythm section. That said, JJ was next up to bat, adding his magical electric piano and soaring organ. Ken was first up for the backline, adding his driving drums. Josh then finally added his fretless bass to the stew. But before he was done, Josh also added the guitar solo you hear from 1:30-1:55. 
  After it was all said and done, we asked Tez to mix it for us, as he is a master producer and mixer. 
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock songs of Artur's we've been fortunate enough to get to play with. He is the surfingest Polish fellow you will ever come across, and a wonderful, familiar collaborator with Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Surf Vibe (Eclectic Collective with Surfers Like Us)

Original track
Music made in GarageBand
Not a fancy cool track, just simple stuff, from my heart ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

Dear little child
Inside me
Please come out
I need to heal
Dont be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be...  Free...

Dear little child
Take my hand
I will protect you
And understand
don't be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be....  Free.....

I need to heal
I need you to be...  Free....

Dear Little Child   (Original)

This is the first track with me and my dear son together.
He made this beautiful music and mix, I made lyrics and vocals
Thank you so much, EffAy (Fredrik),  you are awesome!
🫶
(Sounds best with ear phones)

I'm  floating on a wave...
Flying in the wind...
I'm dancing to the light...
Breathng the air of life....

Floating

Well  (Håkan) ….. synths, beats and co-composition
https://on.soundcloud.com/ar1bZ5l5jRJSHsLJke
Surfers like Us  (Artur) ….. guitar, mix and co-composition 

The cover image - Milky Way - downloaded from Pixabay

Hi Everyone!
This is another joint track by our duo and the first one after a slightly longer break. 
We invite everyone to take a ride on the cosmic highway through the Milky Way. For now, it's all happening in our imagination, but one day... in the future... who knows?
We refer here to our previous songs (especially “Winter Trip”) and surf-ambient sounds, but we also try to add new elements and textures. 
We hope you enjoy our new project! 
Have a nice trip! 🌔

Milky Hi-Way (w/Well)

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Silently-Preparing-1273517505

Wealth Costs The Wellness Of Saints

A new track from me and my son  EffAy  (Fredrik)
He  played the guitar and made the mix
I made lyrics and vocal
Thank you once again, Fredrik. So glad you will make music with your mum ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

The morning dew is here
Old memories come through..
The taste of coffee, makes me think
I used to drink it with you...
I see your face in the morning dew..

The morning dew is here
But slowly the sky turns blue
I drink my coffee, look around and smile
The sunbeams dance around you
And chase away the morning dew...

Morning Dew

Studio Composition  Anthony Cutrera. A FUS Prod.

STudium  4.S.

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.

STudium 4.S.

Anthony Cutrera Morales

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