Mixed for Paploviante

I recently renovated this one. An instrumental, with moments where you can tap along, and slower reflective moments. It signifies the ebb and flow of a workday. So I named it Working Day!

Working Day

Targets
lyrics & music by Kate Stanton
guitar by Garrett Kirby

You're like a diamond
from pressure and heat
they'll think they crushed you
like grapes under feet
so fine wine they will drink
keep shooting at your targets
cuz we'll dodge them...

I see you child.
Blossoming through the concrete. Open your window.

Your spark was dancing 
light on the rain
puddles that glisten 
christened in the pain
we don't sulk in defeat
there's beauty in the ashes
and we'll still love them.

I see you mother.
I see you sister.
I see you brother.
I see you father,
see you child.
Oh, I see you child.

You're like a diamond
from pressure and heat
they'll think they crushed you
like grapes under feet
so fine wine they will drink
keep shooting at your targets
cuz we'll dodge them...

Targets (feat. Garrett Kirby)

Schweres Gepäck

Instrumental: BBright (Wolfgang Schwarz)
Lyrics, Vocals: BBright

Mix and Master: Mr. Cobra (Christoph Seipel)

Cover: BBright

Lyrics:

Against the Wall

I can see the night is over now
I cannot see the angry man 
Beside you anymore
I cannot take care of me
I cannot hide behind a tree
I feel it's all in silence now
The way I am
The way I am

I was never reaching
Never reaching farer
And I was never reaching far away

I was never reaching far away
And I was never reaching far away

But sometimes I am feeling small

But sometimes I am feeling small

Against the wall

I can feel the chains are falling down
Pure taste of freedom under Zaykon's Crown
Creating virtual reality
My universe is a computer
I dare to see
Let me program a new identity
Is this the key
Is this the key

But sometimes I am feeling small
Against the wall
Against the wall

Against The Wall 2022

I have allways been fascinated by the similar basic groove in traditional folk music from all over europe and even beyond. Its like we can sense the blood pumping in our common veins whether we have roots in Norway,Idaho or Ukraine.
I have tried to capture some of that with my digital composing tools to create this little piece of Folktronica titled BONFIRE NIGHTS.
Ray September 10,2021.

BONFIRE NIGHT

Vocals & lyrics by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa/one-chance-148bpm?in=frawstakwa/sets/open-for-collab

Mix, production & art - Cosmic Keanu

One Chance - FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu

Rapture - Music & Vocal Improv's by REKHA IYERN [Fe]

Cover Art Design - Photos, Self Portrait, Solarium Lights & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Compose & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered at IYERN [Fe] Reocords in CANADA.

A song about how the Queen is ever so proud and endlessly intoxicated...she is in a state of elated-ecstasy because of the miraculous fact that her King is a Good King, born to instil goodness on earth and beyond.  She will follow her Good King until the end of time...She has nothing but deep spiritual soul to soul devotion-admiration for her one and only beautiful King & of course the feelings dwell inside her, the passion fire never ending but rather only escalating. The almighty Lord Shiva says destruction will never win! One could believe that Shiva is King and his loyal goddess wife-is Parvati Queen. Hope you all enjoy this cosmic number!


Rapture - REKHA IYERN FE Ambient M7 Trk +4.0db Vol +0.0db WAV

Trailokya

RAPTURE

RAPTURE - Music & Vocal Improv's - REKHA IYERN [Fe] | Electro Space Dance

Now rest your head and close your eyes
Sweet darling don’t you cry
I am right here by your side

leave the troubled world outside
In the morning
I know things will be alright

Maybe I’m too naïve but when I look at you I still believe
Together we’ll get through the night

I’ve seen you struggle with your fears
And I look beyond your tears
I have seen the way you try 

You took the chance to have it all 
And you were not afraid to fall
But were afraid that you would fly

Maybe I’m too naive but when I look at you I still believe
W e can reach the sky

Let’s Give it one more try
We’ll rise up to find new heights
Spread our wings and aim towards the sky
Hang on and we’ll take flight

You taught me how to start again  
What it means to be a friend
When I felt so all alone 

You showed me what it means to love
And how it feels to be loved
 A thing not everybody knows

If I could only be just half of what you see in me
I would know where I belong

Taking Flight

... just a humble improv on keyboard, with a very cool Delay :-) .... photo by Szabo Viktor, unsplash

Clouds

010123

This is a song that started with Ian (IPG1 aka Lou) and his amazing vocal stem, of which I really identify with the lyrics. He has a plethora of vocal stems, so if you're interested in making a hip hop song, you did hit him up. He shared this psychiatrist l particular one with Tez (Llanpsych), who put a beat and guitar on it. Tez then sent it to me, and I added the bass and the synth. Then Tez put the solo part in there along with the effects. he mixed and produced it, and an excellent job he always does, too. This is my first foray into making hip hop, though I've listened to plenty. Hopefully there will be more to come.

Purple Microdot (with IPG1 aka Lou, and Llanpsych)

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

I had the great pleasure of having the ultra talented artist RICO polish up my song A BEAUTIFUL DAY , i think you will like it as much as i do , Thanks Rico , go visit his music :-https://soundcloud.com/ricochet8888

A Beautiful Day (RICO MIX)

A BEAUTIFUL DAY (RICO MIX)

Blastoid (Loop) 140

COMPOSER - PRODUCER - MUSICIAN
I PLAY BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS
IN THE BAND „4NO1“
(ALL STYLES, SINCE 1992)

Thank you for taking the time to listen,  please 'like' my work if you are so inclined, and please comment, I do this by myself, so I appreciate all feedback..
It goes without saying, but no AI or Music Maker here, I'm responsible for every chord, melody and word, mix and master, for better or worse! (I do use VST's and samples)

Thank you all for listening and your incredible comments, I appreciate them all

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