Name: Passerby by Cospote in Best of the Cloud 21 08 2020
Duration: 7 min 10 s
Description: The creative spirit is a passerby. Emotion is a passerby. I'm a passerby.

Deeply enjoyable...Perfect sound fusion & chordal blends that thrill me...Love Love Love this big-time 🔥🎼👄💟🔥

Very cool melding of styles!!!! Love the bass, piano & progression!!!

I like the soundscape of this track! Great atmosphere!! (*^^*)

Best of the Cloud  21 08 2020

Breaking Free - Jaime J. Ross and Rock_Flexible
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Lyrics by Jaime J. Ross
Guitar, Vocals, Recording, Production - Rock_Flexible
CandyLand Studio Berlin, Germany, January 2014
Artwork - http://platinumcomplex.com/2010/12/break-free-chains/

Technical Info:
Guitar: Yamaha Guitar - RODE NT5 Pair - RME Fireface
Vocals: Brauner Phanthera - Joemeek VC1 - RME Fireface
Recording and Production in Apple Logic X

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Breaking Free (Lyrics by Jaime J. Ross)

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Tied to everything that "was"
With rope that's worn and old
The knots that were so very tight
Now loosen up their hold

You work until your hands are loose
And slip out easily
No longer tied to where you were
You're finally breaking free

Scars now wrap around your wrists
They tell what you won't say
A constant dark reminder
That you could not get away

But now the ropes fall to the floor
You stand up straight and tall
Look out upon the great beyond
Know you can have it all

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No longer bound to anything
No longer sitting still
No longer stuck in all that "was"
Held against your will

Endless opportunity
No limits that you see
The world is now wide open
For you have broken free

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/: You look behind at where you were
See others who are tied
The ropes still hold them tightly
You can't leave them behind :/

You work until their ropes let go
And finally let them be
You all move on together
Finally breaking free

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No longer bound to anything
No longer sitting still
No longer stuck in all that "was"
Held against your will

Endless opportunity
No limits that you see
The world is now wide open
For you have broken free


Breaking Free - Rock Flexible (Lyrics by Jaime J. Ross)

I felt a frisson, a presence, as she passed me; “never fall behind” she said
Blue eyes, yeah china blue; or green maybe 
The silhouette of a crown was it? Or of his fine hair on a perfect head
I lost them in the dream; never saw them again
 
Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer
   
These were different, seven years on, but it felt the same
They stood and looked me in the eye, and I could only stare
Felt like honey kisses, like the remembered bliss of a dream
Felt like a lost love, then they were gone; if they were ever there

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Seven times seven years, waiting and waiting long 
I sensed them in the twilight, in the half conscious fall into dream time
This time I was ready, I had waited for them through the long years
I reached and touched her hair, ephemeral in the sun

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Kingfisher and Calista

Stream: https://open.spotify.com/album/5XPxpD330QwOEOOfmRZzwe
Buy: https://atlascedar.bandcamp.com/album/fool-ep

A song about climate change and our effect on the planet, its climate and our future. Inspired by a Nature paper about 'the trillionth tonne' of CO2 emissions, this song had/has a working title of 'Sonoma' and was originally about grapes 'withering on the vine'... I didn't realise that 'withering on the vine' is an expression about doing nothing while a problem gets worse and worse, which fits in very well with the subject of climate change.

https://www.nature.com/articles/nature08019
http://trillionthtonne.org/

This song is the 'twin' song of 'Fool' - both songs were written within 48 hours of each other back in May, and both songs were recorded and published online within 24 hours of each other... in August. Both songs were written and played using a bouzouki as opposed to a guitar.

Photography by Hasan Almasi (@hasanalmasi)on Unsplash.com

Music and lyrics by Atlas Cedar (c) 2019
Original improv: 16th May 2019
Recording: 24th August 2019

wither on the vine
poisoning the wine

the futures on the line
running out of time

what have we done
can't blame it on the sun
the time will come

beyond the trillionth tonne
planets going to burn
facing everyone
the barrel of a gun

too late now
can't blame it on the sun
the time will come

what have we done
don't blame it on the sun
the time will come

Beyond The Billionth Tonne

🎧 Listen on Spotify

Beyond The Trillionth Tonne

Your Scars - Written, performed and recorded by the Neurotic Beauties: Wheelman Getaway-Driver and Neli CoKo. Bremen, April 2020, all rights reserved.

Lyrics:
I love all your scars
Each one everywhere
On your skin
And on your soul.

They are the markings 
From the stations
Of your life

We recognize each other
I have as many as you.

I exactly know
What you´re talking about
When you´re talking to me.

Neurotic Beauties - Your Scars

Please come in

The creative spirit is a passerby. Emotion is a passerby. I'm a passerby.

Passerby

A tribal sketch centered around floor toms, bowed bass, and synthesizers

Apparitions

Boundless / Paploviante 2020
Music: Paploviante
Free Download

Boundless - Paploviante

Plateau

into the "Dark Forest"  123bpm instrumental track.
art work : A photo I took, in the Black Forest SW Germany

Dark Forest

Dark Forest -  Ambient Electronic

Memories

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

The Light
Ever soaring - ever sounding
Ever by
Implicate ever in the unending wrestle
Hard set, even to its murderer, to give
Throttled down - killed
Uplifting - transmuting

Oh - how it would dance

Duo - for Violin and Piano

Singularity

Homicide at the Clackamas County Fair

written, arranged, produced and recorded by Mahan Mahan @ Pahlavi Sound Studios in Los Angeles, CA, USA 10/2020

Homicide at the Clackamas County Fair

I Want To Be Ice (album version)

Electronic music with a classical touch. 

Cospote is a composer and producer from Germany.

In early 2019 he combined his roots in classical music with his fascination for electronic sounds. His instrumental pieces are of an impressionistic and introspective kind, revolving around the human condition, nature, and the modern relationship of the two. 

“Cospote” is an abbreviation for “cosmopolite” – a commonality that we all share.

http://francoispierremorin.com  Home of storytelling , 
 I do play Music for the love of it, playing guitar,  percussionist  ,composing  on a computer and Guitar, Piano, creator of mood and sound design

Passerby

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