Beautiful piece of work guys. Well done 😎

Transportive excellence. Love the artwork and vibes. Killer collab guys!

This is wonderful melodic electronica. The beat is airbrushed perfection and the synth lead of B.O.C. nostalgic gold

Magnificent, Boards of Canada-style, chord progressions and production is beautofuf!

Stunning music. As many are saying the shifting chord changes are breathtaking.

Outstanding track and collab. Wonderful melodies! I love the sound design and production! Congrats guys!

A nicely mysterious, immersive and peaceful soundscape. Cheers to both of You! :))

I KNEW THROUGH TOUCH IF FROZEN & DUMB

Peace Through Suffering

Peace Through Suffering  [COtu + Belial Pelegrim]

Another simple track 😎
Lyrics/Vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

Thank you so much for listening! 🫶

Lyrics: 

I wrapped myself in self-pity
Heard a heavy ringing bell
Didn't think I could be unwrapped
Hidden walls that never fell..

So many layers of emotions
I knew I had to start
And when the first layer was removed
The rest began to fall apart..

Unwrap-app-ing  myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Now my soul is almost open
All the layers taken off
But I have left some walls
In case I don't have enough...

A new story will be written
New layers will come
But with an unwrapped soul
I can wrap myself with love...

Unwrap-app-ing myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Unwrap -app-Ing Myself  (Original)

Running Day

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a late-night improvisation in the early 1990s.
Cover: Oil painting by my wife Andrea

Dunkelbunt

Rhythmic drums and hearts collide,
beneath their tartan’s proud disguise.
Each soldier boy, a child inside,
beholds this dawn with hollowed eyes.
The fetor of fear and peat and sweat,
bleeding under the thunder’s moan.
They steel their hearts, lest they forget,
the men they must become.

Before the Battle Begins

Music by Ambient Annie. Production & Mastering by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

MYSTÈRE IN F

Lyrics:
L’aube aux cheveux fous est lointaine encore.
Le plaisir est une île perdue sous les étoiles.
Allez, viens le vent est bon, mettons les voiles
Vers la douce volupté qui appelle nos corps

Ma crinière  danse sous le vent chaud et salé.
Mes yeux de louve brillent comme de l’ambre, 
Dans ce désir brulant où tes mains me cambrent.
Reine des flots, te laisserais-je me dompter ?

Attirée par ta lumière dorée comme la phalène.
Dans la soie légère et tendre de tes caresses,
Tu me guides avec une infinie tendresse.
Mais bientôt, tu m’attaches à ton mât de misaine.

Chorus :
Sois ma corsaire, je serai ta pirate
Drapeau noir, voiles écarlates
Aimons-nous sur les flots songeurs,
Dans la nuit tiède et ses douces langueurs.

Mon univers se résout à l’arc de tes cuisses
Souples et douces, qui ondulent lentement.
Et nos corps fluides et nus  abolissent le temps
Dans un mélange de feu, de sueur et d’épices.

L’océan chuchote contre la coque du voilier
Je bois ton souffle court au parfum de réglisse.
Tes doigts me dessine, tes lèvres m’engloutissent.
Je suis ta prisonnière, rebelle et émerveillée. 

Allongées nues sous la nuit et l’œil de la lune
Nous regardons planer les vampires et les fées
Dans la musique soyeuse de nos cris étouffés
Nous voguons paresseusement sur la lagune.

Chorus :
Sois ma corsaire, je serai ta pirate
Drapeau noir, voiles écarlates
Aimons-nous sur les flots songeurs,
Dans la nuit tiède et ses douces langueurs.

La Lagune

Frozenspuk

This is something I've had in mind for a while, and was planning to put it out for Halloween, but I'm really slow.  It's a macabre spoken word thing about a travelling circus that's a little 'off' in dark and unsettling ways that you can't quite put your finger on. Originally I thought it would sound good as an old timey Delta Blues with acoustic guitar accompaniment. But since I can't play, I enlisted the help of a fellow Soundcloud artist whose music I admire, Remnant60 (@remnant60). It just so happened Bill had previously posted a guitar track that he left open for collaboration. I downloaded his track, but it was left on the shelf for a while, until this came along, and I thought it was a perfect fit. 
It kind of borders on the edge of creepy cool and just hokey. But it's a fun bit of storytelling, and I'm grateful to Remnant60 for letting me tinker with his wicked slide guitar track. 
I strongly recommend listening to this with headphones for the full effect. 
Hope you dig it!

ARTISTS
Remnant60 - acoustic slide guitar
Mistermark - vocals, lyrics, evil laugh!, sound effects, all other instruments 
                      (played on keyboard): cathedral organ, pump organ, toy piano, 
                       worn tape piano, mellotron, percussion, musical saw

image designed with ChatGPT and Photoshop

LYRICS
A travelling circus creaked into our little town
They set up in Duggart’s field by the old burying ground
A ramshackle lot ‘neath the moonlight’s glare
With their trinkets and their theatre, put on an evening affair

Chorus
From village to village and from town to town
When the circus came they put their stakes deep in the ground
They promised spectacle, laughter and mirth
The travelling circus, the greatest show on Earth

Inside the big top it was crowded and hot
Everyone was kept waiting whether they wanted or not
Something in the tent corner was circled by flies
And I noticed a bruise under the flower girl’s eye

(Chorus)

The horses were skittish when they caught sight of a whip
And a big toothy grin was painted over the clown’s lips
The ringmaster never looks you quite straight in the eye
From the moment you enter he starts waving goodbye

(Chorus)

Travelling Circus (collab with Remnant60)

Atlantouch(wellgraysan&Tot.masa)
Dope fantastic guy,wellglaysan-https://soundcloud.com/graysandrowned
https://soundcloud.com/bakutoarchive/tracks
Thank U 4 listening from us both🙇🙇✨

Atlantouch w/ wellgraysan

Les chemins de nos vies sont souvent parsemés de questions.
The paths of our lives are often filled with questions.
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer Arranger / Guitar / Bass
Régis GAUBERT : Arranger / Keyboard
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter / Singer

Lyrics
Au tournant de nos routes on laisse des visages
Des amitiés dissoutes ou parties en voyage
Il y a les heures qui tournent et le temps qui se fige
Des naufrages qu'on détourne mais qu'on garde en vestige

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Quand on se dépoussière on retient l'essentiel
Ça brille à la lumière juste un confidentiel

En détournant nos doutes on gomme des images
Des erreurs qu'on redoute comme un droit de passage
Y'a ce train qui s'en va et toi qui reste en gare
Le prochain est pour moi attention au départ

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
La vie n'est qu'une seconde pas une minute à perdre
Faisons le tour du monde au risque de tout perdre

En parcourant les routes on voit des paysages
Des clichés qui s'ajoutent à nos maigres bagages
Ces années qui s'échouent qui ne reviendront pas
Autant de rendez vous où l'on n'était pas la

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Avant qu'elle ne s'achève vivons à l'heure d'été
Si le ciel n'est qu'un rêve rien qu'une absurdité

At the turning point of our paths, we leave behind faces
Friendships dissolved or gone on a journey
There are hours that pass and time that stands still
Shipwrecks that we turn away from but keep as relics

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
When we dust ourselves off, we remember what's essential
It shines in the light, just a secret

By turning away our doubts, we erase images
Mistakes we dread like a rite of passage
There's that train leaving and you staying at the station
The next one is for me, watch out for departure

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Life is just a second, not a minute to lose
Let's travel around the world at the risk of losing everything

Traveling the roads, we see landscapes
Shot that add to our meager baggage
These years that are running out, that will never come back
So many appointments we didn't keep

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Before it ends, let's live in summertime
If the sky is just a dream, nothing but absurdity
© Philippe SEGUINARD/Régis GAUBERT/Guillaume DULER Novemdre 2025

Tous les si j'avais su  TRANSLATED

Chill lo-fi beat for when you miss someone but can’t say it.

Melancollee

This album is dedicated to my wife, who through a twist of fate crossed my path and saved me from despair.  She gave me hope when all was lost and taught me how to love again. Showed me that Love is not Compromise. True love amplifies. This album is a letter from the heart created for her.

The Unwritten Orchard

8-31-25 4

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

* I do not use AI in my compositions.

Trey W, known by his moniker Church of the Undecided (COtu), is a multifaceted instrumentalist, musician, and producer with roots tracing back to grade school. His journey began as a percussionist, which laid a strong foundation for his diverse musical explorations.

Now focused on electronic music production (without the aid of AI), COtu thrives on the boundless possibilities of sound. Combining synthesizers, a drum kit, and unconventional instruments, he creates a distinctive sonic palette that seamlessly blends electronic elements with organic textures. The result is a rich, immersive musical experience that captivates and engages squirrels and centipedes.

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Peace Through Suffering [COtu + Belial Pelegrim]

Church of the Undecided

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