Some years ago I had posted this piece, some of you might remember it.... and to my surprise just recently Benjamin Rößler (YurOb) has let me listen to what he had done with it....
I hope you will like listening to it as much as I do….

To listen to more of his music
https://soundcloud.com/yur0b

A video link to my original piece….
https://youtu.be/c1u-mhzvoZU?feature=shared

Les Hirondelles by Elisabeth Dicker and YuRob

This track is part of the EP "Reflective". Pre-Save: https://hypeddit.com/fyja4r

Watch the Youtube Video here: https://youtu.be/IFYW9XE67hM?si=dL78tW8T13Fdl2St

Reflective

Safe

Safe (Ft. Debra Buesking)

Night Train to Lisboa pt.IV

An electronic/industrial piece, with some fusion elements. Out of my comfort zone here! Maybe it reflects the tempest of the times.

Cosmic Call

I am always glad that you stop by and take the time to come.
Thank you as always.Crimson, vibrant red, red that attracts success.
The deeper, more passionate red is blood!
Blood symbolizes many emotions, such as confusion, compassion, coldness, emotion, and passion.
It is blood that we inherit.
It is the source of life, a deep, vibrant, warm and important color to us.

Deep Red in Scarlet

Cheating lovers in a motel.

Lyrics:
At the Motel down by the Liquor Store
"Do not disturb" sign hangs upon the door
Informing Housekeeping of the status of "Our Armour"
You arch your back in a way that I just can't ignore

You say I'm a simpleton
I just watch my pay per view
Your minds on him
And my heart feels so blue
Because I'm
Full-time bastard
I'm your part-time handsome man
Part-time, handsome man

Does your husband see your sad eyes?
And think their true?
I feel like a small part of you
Housekeeping comes once a day
But you like to cum 
So much more than that
You say

Baby, I'm a simpleton
I watch my pay per view
Then I know your hearts with him
I know my heart is blue
I'm a full time bastard
What are you?

I'm your part time handsome man...

Part -Time Handsome Man

Bonjour j'ai le plaisir de partager avec vous
Le nouveau titre de M'Z qui est une adaptation d'un morceau initialement joué avec Adelphya
'La ruée vers le numérique'
Composé comme une BO de western ramen (alternative au spaguettis) 2025, 
Ça sort aujourd'hui 01/08/25 !!​

Les styles oscillent entre Hip-Hop Electro Jazz Fusion et Prog
Tous les liens à ici :
https://music.imusician.pro/a/y8GUkCtd
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/la-ru-e-vers-le-num-rique

La ruée vers le numérique

(no genAI involved - my voice and VST instruments)
At 55 years old, I am a grandfather and am rediscovering the magic of a newborn baby. When we see this innocence and fragility, we retrieve in each of us that simple but wonderful thing that is humanity.
(traduit plus bas)
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It's not another morning
Not anymore
So deep inside me
I'm only starting to understand
Like never before
  
When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
My baby I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising  

My love,my son
Born of your ancestors
Now you're the sun, I'm your universe
You'll find me always there

I never knew the silence
Could speak so loud
You breathe, I listen
The world now slows just to hear from you
And time itself bows down

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
Your smile becomes the meaning
And hope  is softly ringing
My baby, you reveal
These beautiful things
That you imagine

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
I'm dreaming
I'm healing
When living is so real
I see the meaning
The world's arising
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Ce n'est pas un matin comme les autres
Plus maintenant
Au plus profond de moi
Je commence seulement à comprendre
Comme jamais auparavant
  
Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
Mon bébé, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Mon amour, mon fils
Né de tes ancêtres
Maintenant, tu es le soleil, je suis ton univers
Tu me trouveras toujours là

Je ne savais pas que le silence
Pouvait parler si fort
Tu respires, j'écoute
Le monde ralentit maintenant juste pour t'entendre
Et le temps lui-même s'incline

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît
 
Quand la vie est si réelle
Ton sourire devient le sens
Et l'espoir  sonne doucement
Mon bébé, tu révèles
Ces belles choses
Que tu imagines

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Quand la vie est si réelle
Je rêve
Je guéris
Quand la vie est si réelle
Je vois le sens
Le monde qui naît

When living is so real

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

Lumière du matin

I huge thank you to Nic for giving this song life and meaning with her lovely vocals and poignant lyrics:

Call Yourself Home

Not to bother you,
But your hands are blue. 
Lines remember you
The more you pretend. 
That November forgot when to end...

Keep her head while she loses yours, 
Keep her head while she loses yours
Oh you must keep her head while she loses yours,
Oh you must keep her head while she loses yours.

And the lock closes round you, 
The shock always found you
To rock and unground you
And then leave you cold.

You don't have to leave
All that you believe, 
You could finally
Call yourself home. 
You could finally
Call yourself home.

Phil Dupuis's Album

Call Yourself Home (Classical Glass and Nic Evennett)

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)