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OKTOPIA Presents: Return & Goodbye

Beats, Synths & Samples: Dan C E Kresi
Lead Guitars: The Shire Bairn Project
Produced by Dan C E Kresi

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Return & Goodbye

He's been impeached twice before. Maybe the third time will be the charm.

(This tune is downloadable.)
I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.
© 2025 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Impeach

Watching The Clouds

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Everyone is a traveler... May good fortune be with the traveler!!
This was created with such feelings in mind.

thank you for listening！！

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Lonely traveler

listen in it's proper order  at Sonic Structure and Silent Stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

album coming soon to Bandcamp!


instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter (and one outside voice generated via magix hub and some further artefacts that just manifested during the process)
further reading: How Forests Thinl: www.anth.ucsb.edu/sites/secure.lsi…Introduction.pdf
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

whilst I was looking
for some kind of semblance
of something somewhere in the tangled undergrowth of
silent thoughts and bellow-voiced persuasions
that might be well described as somewhat sidewinded akin
to the kinesthetics of the barnacles and brambles and
cliffside-dangling while still clinging, perspiration hope
I met the transcendental hobo drifter
down in the scalar fields , tied with a rope
to roaming notions of delusion
and love and love and running from a mistress,
his or mine, known to be crow of crowleyan dimensions

endowed with much renown among the locals
for telling truth and spitting frogs
and hailing hail and splitting rocks
and all the while the transsedential drifter
ate from his open can of beans upon the pitted fire

and whispered ruthless, patient, cunning, sweet
on repeat:

[in the sonic version, the following
icaro is overlaid by a voice-
over explaining the term "icaro"]

„the tunnel of dances
the funnel of trances
the fuel for chances
the focus of tidal glances
paint eyes on your forehead
wide eyes on your forehead
so the jaguar knows
so the jaguar knows
that you are not dead
not asleep and not dead
not asleep and not dead yet.“

and all I heard and all I got and all I simply understood
was to hush that voice, that voice within my head
to hush that voice, that voice within my head

it was then I noticed, not without bewilderment
the wooden spoon in his left hand
a spoon not made of silver
not silver and not gold but wood
and it was then I very nearly understood

scalar fields pt 4: talons heels(reloaded)-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Songwriters : Richard Carpenter & John Bettis \ ISWC : T-070.185.263-2
Released : December 1981
Publisher : Almo Music Corporation \ Sweet Harmony Music INC \
Universal Music \ WC Music Corp
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This cover was arranged in November 2013, but remained unfinished...
At the time, my voice had a higher key than Karen Carpenter's,
but I couldn't sing it well. Even today, with the same key as hers,
I struggle a little...
I like this song, its slightly country vibe.
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Vocal : Anh
Arrangement (Yamaha PSR 3000 - PSR XS900) : Phong
Recorded : July 12th 2025
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Those Good Old Dreams - Cover (Carpenters)

Hidden World III

The Stand

This is a collaboration with the very talented Epic Dreamery (Bruce). We completed this last year and posted it on Epic Dreamery's SC page, but I wanted to share it to own page too. It is a song I wish to share, and I hope you like it as much as I do!

Check out more from Bruce here: https://soundcloud.com/epicdreamery


I GOT MOXIE, BABY
Lyrics by Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production by Epic Dreamery 

 
I grew up in the projects, was just mom and me
Had three dead bolts on the door , but never much to eat

The world taught me too early, that life isn’t always fair
But I never stopped believing, I could build castles in the air
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

From cruel broken sidewalks, On the wrong side of town
I conquered attitudes and fears, that were holding me down

The day I turned eighteen, I kissed my mom goodbye
She knew I had to dream, And I knew I had to try
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie . . . baby . . .
For me there is no maybe

Well I Bought a one-way fare
On the poor man's limousine
On my way into the city, where muse’s dare to dream
I know it won’t be easy . . . but I’m ready and prepared
-SOLO- 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . .
Can't stop these waves that roll right through me
Like an ocean rolls the tide, my moment will arrive
. . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

I Got Moxie, Baby

Impressionistic adventure through the modern world 

Travelers Mirage

NEW: Mellow 1557 'North Ease Essex' (1990) - Demo - JAM Creative Productions (UK Vocals)

I produced, arranged, recorded, music, lyrics & vocals. Rob Magallon STUDIO 2002 is a MASTER at Analogue recording, arrangements, instrumentals, percussions, writing & teaching.
     15 years I recorded in his Great Studio & amazed by his SUPERIOR TALENT.

Watching The Clouds

Clay Patterson Baird

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