walls of sound are the only walls we build.

written by naldo, synths & keyboards by guillaume
drums by greek god yannis alfiers & kief moon
guitars by naldo

listen to more of Guillaume's music here:
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Recorded on 1/2" Otari MX5050 at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
mastered by naldo in logic
joss sticks 4.3

Joss Sticks for Yannis

As You Asked is not a piece about certainty, but about trust — the kind that is born when two souls meet through creation. As if the piano itself understood the question and, without hesitation, simply replied: as you asked.
It was born from an exchange between Francesco Adornetto and Jessica Brown Bains, from a simple phrase that holds an entire intention: to offer something genuine, without hesitation. Each note is a wordless reply, a musical gesture that doesn’t aim to explain, but simply to be — like lifelong friends — just as requested, just as felt.
Within the flow of the composition, there is a delicate balance between listening and revealing. The higher phrases — quick and fleeting — feel like whispered thoughts, while the deep and steady foundation tells of a profound intimacy, one that reveals itself only to those who know how to ask sincerely.

As You Asked

Link to the video

https://youtu.be/G3v5nrNtafI?si=9HqZYKMrK3_SEs5e


Lyrics
So who holds a key to feel 
their happy inside
and must madness always win 
when sanity slides
if true beauty’s only measured 
by the ugliest stares
why’d you still need to hear 
their magic three words
when holding out for a change 
won’t make a new you
guess maybe the smartest money’s 
still on the biggest fool
cos our wasted day weighs more 
every single year
and in the end you’ll cry drown 
your regretful dry tears

BUT I FOUND BLISS IN IGNORANCE 
THE MORE I SEE THE LESS I WANNA KNOW
TELL ME A STORY AND MAKE IT REAL
SELL ME A STORY JUST MAKE ME FEEL
COS I’M SICK OF LIVING THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS
THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS THROUGH THESE REPEATS
I’M SICK OF LIVING THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS
THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS IT’S ENDLESS REPEAT

Now go find your two reasons 
that get you through
cos nobody’s gonna save you 
from the ghosts of you
so take those chances to make
your feel real today
cos waiting round for forever 
it’s just so passe
and stop blaming tomorrow 
for choices never made
you never thought you’d made

BUT I FOUND BLISS IN IGNORANCE 
THE MORE I SEE THE LESS I WANNA KNOW
TELL ME A STORY AND MAKE IT REAL
SELL ME A STORY JUST MAKE ME FEEL
COS I’M SICK OF LIVING THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS
THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS THROUGH THESE REPEATS
I’M SICK OF LIVING THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS
THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS THROUGH THESE REPEATS
YEAH I’M SICK OF LIVING THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS
THROUGH THESE REPEAT SHOWS ON ENDLESS REPEAT
I’M SO TIRED OF GIVING IN ENDLESS REPEAT
TO GHOSTS THAT KEEP LIVING ON ENDLESS REPEAT
WITH THE MONEY AND POWER REPEATIN REPEATS
RULE THE MEN OF THE HOUR DEFENDING REPEATS
WHILE PEACE CIRCLES VICTIMS IN ENDLESS REPEAT
OUR SHOCK FACTORS DIE IN BIG SCREEN REPEATS
AS WARS AND THEIR SYSTEMS REPEAT AND REPEAT
SO INNOCENCE CAN DIE AS HISTORY REPEATS
INNOCENCE DIES ON ENDLESS REPEAT
INNOCENTS DIE IN ENDLESS REPEATS
INNOCENCE DIES ON ENDLESS REPEAT
INNOCENTS DIE IN ENDLESS REPEATS
THEIR INNOCENCE IS DYING
OUR INNOCENCE IS DYING
INNOCENTS ARE DYING
THE INNOCENCE OF DYING


The Innocence of Dying (Endless Repeats)

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

The Floating Island is a metaphor for the challenging goal of achieving peace among all humans, and a respectful relationship with nature throughout our world.
Music, Poem, Composition: Andrew Janik https://burythejar.bandcamp.com/
Voice: Oddrun Eikli
Photo: by MAR 
https://www.instagram.com/michaelanthony333/

Thank you Andrew, for your beautiful music, and for this JOY.

Floating Island


Seek. Peace
Water. Sunlight
Sleepless. Night
Waves. Caress


Sand.  Storm
Inner. World
Lost. Found
Radiant   Diamond


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free


Fish. Speak
Stars. Sing
Plants.  Nourish
Angel. Wing


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free

Floating Island . Music: Soundpainter. Voice: Oddrun Eikli

Kintsugi is an art form that embodies the philosophy of wabi-sabi which values the beauty of imperfection and transience. Kintsugi also serves as a metaphor for embracing our flaws and imperfections in life seeing them as a source of strength and beauty and finding resilience in the face of adversity. 

Kintsugi

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A song of unrequited love.. from my early twenties… precious metal reasons.. I’m so blue! ( not about Detroit Lions.. or Hawaii, ha!😆) .. give me a C.. a bouncy C!! 😅..just moving another song from K2 and the Four.. back to my @ paid page! One of my earliest recordings.. from 2020.. best year ever!!!🤔🤣🤩

Honolulu Blue and Silver

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Sometimes, it's not so bad to be caught out in the open...
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Unfortunately, a battery showed itself to be damaged when I filmed this and I'm still working on replacing it.  Otherwise, this was a pretty fun flight!
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Malachi 4;6 NKJV
[6] And he will turn The hearts of the fathers to the children, And the hearts of the children to their fathers, Lest I come and strike the earth with a curse.”

https://bible.com/bible/114/mal.4.6.NKJV
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Music By Peter Iverson
Unpublished work copyright (c) 2025 by Peter Ian Iverson

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Out in the Open

Moy Road

“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)

Kintsugi

Classical Glass