Oh this is so beautiful , well done all of you !

Got this on multiple repeats! Love the distinctive philosophical lyrics by Peter--Bless your heart for creating them in such a gentle & soul reaching way! Extraordinary sonic triquetra effort!  Lovely heart touching vocals by Clara that intoxicates as it meshes with the incredibly warm & soothing guitar, by you, Master Sound Maker=David! Long standing ovation!  This hits society for generations to come & calls them to reconsider which direction they steer the future!  Hearts with reason & years of observational logic unite & pave the way>>>  The future looks brighter already with your adjoining triune efforts!  Happiest Easter to everyone! So proud of you all😍😍😍♾🔁🥇🔆🎼🎯🧠☮⚖👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤗

A wonderful work of art that becomes a joy to reflect on. Congratulations to everyone.

beautiful music and words and vocals..I think if you start with a base case of empathy thenyou can make anything work..but if you wander down a path of fear/selfdoubt/paranoia then even a perfect scene will be ruined...love your brother as yourself is simple enough and would make all the mess go away...t

Such beautiful and powerful song... It's absolutely amazing in each and every way. Many thanks to you all for this gorgeous collaboration!

A wonderful song, with pertinent philosophical ponderings: the communal existential reality of our humanity, and beautiful musical accompaniment. Nice work on this.

Magnificent ✨ A very pleasant little Pink Floyd side. BRAVO to all of you ✌️

This song is lovely. The interplay between the keys and guitar flows so nicely. Great collab!

Amazing effects that blend perfectly with the flow of the music and beautiful singing!

Crossroads

Do you believe in destiny?

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/destiny

Track created on ipad
This version Mastered on ipad with Grand Finale

Ten de Vils vocal mix version here:
https://soundcloud.com/uli-stonedigger/destiny-ten-de-vils-mix-grand-finale

Destiny

Rain...too little of it and there is drought, too much of it and there are deadly, destructive floods, just the right amount and the earth flourishes; crops grow, gardens bloom, our spirits are refreshed and encouraged.  This song begs the questions; are mankind's plans, philosophies, charitable endeavors, or selfish goals like the rain that can benefit mankind or destroy it?  Do novel ideas work for the moral structure of humanity or is the ancient wisdom better? There are no easy answers to the questions Peter asks in the lyrics, but they are questions we should consider as we see the world aflame--which is another blessing of rain, it can put out fires.
Lyric/poem, singing and narration - Peter The Poet: @ soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Beautiful guitars left/right - David: @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, e-guitar, mix, and masterful production - Seagull: @farout-music-studio
The gorgeous female voice: Clara Sorace.

Rain
And so it rains
Will it wash away tomorrow’s hopes,
Leave us stranded in our yesterdays
Clinging to the fraying ropes
Swinging helplessly in vain

And yet it rains
Both the means to life or drowning death
Spilling ‘cross the flooding plains
Sucking out the terminal breath
Forever and again

I stand here naked, cold and blue
Stripped of pride and freedom too
Aspirations drained, subdued
As heaven’s cloudbursts purge me through

And still it rains
Will it cleanse, refresh, renew the truth
Sanitise and ease the pain
Or launder filthy failure’s proof
To try and hide the liar’s stain

And it will rain
While lunatics still yield the whip
Indoctrination’s game remains
The crass politico’s iron grip
Will euthanise our children’s brains

……and so it rains

Rain (with Conny, Peter And David)

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, & production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum

This song began as one of Joe's catchy songs, originally written with all the instruments. He & SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani wrote the lyrics about becoming a musician. Joe offered this song to Josh who immediately shared it with the EC gang.
Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen then matched Tez's energy with guitar fills in the second half of the song. Then Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo, using an arpeggiator to get a kind of mechanical sound that matched the AI theme. Finally, one of our resident pros, Stephen, expertly mixed and mastered it. 
This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, & don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting it together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, & gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Lyrics by Michele Ansani & Joe Stroffolino
Music by Joe Stroffolino (@joseph-stroffolino)

When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed & every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar & I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day & most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become an expert at your craft
(“Chorus”)
But now all it takes is two commands & an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum & sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe & beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment 
I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming & saved it onto my PC
The internet & technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok & SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest & no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
(repeat “Chorus”)

AI Sucks (The Eclectic Collective)

special thanks for their acapella to : Ashes and Dreams
Additional voice " On sight"  thanks to :  Deadbitctrosa.....

Lyrics : 
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

You got jump-scared so bad in your waking hours
You thought you were seeing stars
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you

Gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it
Gonna hear it, hear it
Only when you’re not listening

Gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it
Gonna see it, see it
Only when you’re not looking

It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing your intuition in the corner
It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing our intuition in the corner

The clue stuck to the bottom of a shoe
The mud trail she tracked through the living room
Told you what you already knew

The truth
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

THE TRUTH. 🎧. Feat  Ashes and Dreams

If there was only one thing we could do? Electronic music with guitar and vocals. Art work : some of my photography

One Thing

additional vcls Barbara Browning

HE’S A TWO WHEELED MAN C’EST MONSIEUR BICYCLETTE 
COMME JACQUES TATI DANS JOUR DE FÊTE 
AND HE BROKE EIGHT RIBS AND HE CRASHED HIS BICYCLE
BUT NOW THE MAN IS BACK IN THE SADDLE
DO YOU REMEMBER THE BAND 
LICORICE ROOTS WAS THE NAME 
CHECK THEM OUT MAN I’M A FAN 
ALTHOUGH THEY HARDLY MET FAME

HE’S THE BIRTHDAY MAN
IN HIS USED WETSUIT
CHASED BY SOME RACOON POLICE FOR HIS SUSPICIOUS ROOT 
AND HE STICKS TO HIS STICKS THE SAME OLD LICKS
ONCE A DRUMMER DAVE A DRUMMER FOREVER
YOU PLAY YOUR MELODEON 
JE SORS MON ACCORDÉON 
AND WE MAY START A NEW BAND 
POTENTIALLY HITTING FAME

DO YOU REMEMBER THE BAND 
LICORICE ROOTS WAS THE NAME 
AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ONE FAN 
THE SONG WILL REMAIN THE SAME

YOU GOT IT ALL
IT SEEMS TO ME
25 YEARS OF THE VERY BEST COMPANY 
LAURA MATT KITTIE MOLLY
L’AMOUR LA MER LES PHOQUES ET 55 BOUGIES
HE’S A TWO WHEELED MAN A TWO WHEELED MAN 
A TWO WHEELED MAN A TWO WHEELED MAN
LOVE

LICORICE ROOTS (Lyrics) Song for Dave

In Euripides' tragedy 'The Suppliants', a group of Argive mothers travels to Eleusis to plead with Theseus, king of Athens, to help them recover the bodies of their sons, who fell during the failed assault on Thebes. The Thebans, in fact, refuse to return the corpses for burial. These mothers, immersed in profound grief, represent the universal symbol of maternal mourning in the face of the loss of their children in war.

Cover picture: Theseus and Amphitrite with Athena looking on. Interior from an Attic red-figure cup, 500–490 BC. Currently housed at the Louvre Museum of Paris (inventory G 105).

Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025).
Female vocals courtesy of VOX.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, April 4.

The Suppliants *

l'art pour l'art - Tenebreus
April 2025
Duration: 3:10
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For harpsichord, bansuri, shakuhachi, duduk, bass moceno, skiddaw stones, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Tenebreus

It seems that each season has its own "perfume of mystery".  In a typical Texas panhandle spring, it is Lilac and Russian Olive that perfume the air.  In the deep South, Magnolias are hypnotically fragrant.  In summer it is the fresh, petrichor air after a rainstorm, or a newly-mown field of hay.  In the fall there is a pungency of fallen leaves as they are raked into piles, and as the days grow cooler, smoke from a fireplace during an evening walk. It is an odor that grows stronger and crisper as winter sets in and the sweet scent of pine with the setting up of Christmas trees.  Dan wanted to capture this "perfume of mystery" with his unique composing and keyboard skills and invited me to come along. Thank you my friend for inviting me.  Hear more of Dan's beautiful and unique "French Fantasy" music @dan-t-3.

Like A Perfume Of Mystery (DAN-DT; composer, keyboards, David; guitars)

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Skald of the Last Flame

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

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