The future’s so bright shades aren’t going to help.

Tomorrow Will Be Fine

■概要(Overview)
夢で見た！
I saw it in a dream!

■歌詞
「秋の月見会」

内緒話　しているように
いくつもの影がほら
ひそひそと楽しそうだ

見上げた　星空
月明かりの下で揺られて

静かに浮かぶ　無数の小舟
秋の月見会

胸がときめくような夜は
そうさ　こんな夜さ


参加してる　人たちの
小舟とすれ違って
優しく挨拶するのさ

水面に浮かぶ　無数の小舟
秋の月見会

心の奥に忘れていたものは
こんな場面さ

誰もが持っている
ほんの少しの
優しさに触れてみたいな

心躍る夜



■Lyrics
"Autumn Moon Viewing Party"

Look, there are many shadows whispering and having fun

Looking up at the starry sky

Swaying under the moonlight

Countless small boats floating quietly

Autumn Moon Viewing Party

A night that makes your heart flutter

Yes, it's a night like this

Passing by the boats of the people who are participating

Greeting each other kindly

Countless small boats floating on the water

Autumn Moon Viewing Party

What I had forgotten deep in my heart

A scene like this

I want to touch the little bit of kindness that everyone has

A night that makes my heart flutter

Autumn moon viewing party(秋の月見会)

Paroles (this song was made en 2022):
Lorsque cette crise de la Corona sera terminée, lorsque cette pandémie sera terminée, l'humanité prendra-t-elle en compte les leçons apprises et conservera-t-elle les conséquences positives des mesures de sécurité ?
L'humanité prendra-t-elle en compte les leçons apprises et conservera-t-elle les conséquences positives des mesures de sécurité ?

Il semble que le virus ait ralenti notre monde qui devenait fou.
La Terre respire mieux et les animaux ont été préservés.

Tant d'êtres humains sont morts, c'est triste, mais qu'en sera-t-il des vivants ?

VENONS UN TEMPS NOUVEAU, VENONS UNE VIE NOUVELLE, UN MONDE NOUVEAU, POUR TOUS.

VENONS UN TEMPS NOUVEAU, VENONS UNE VIE NOUVELLE POUR LA TERRE ET LA NATURE...

La crise économique n'est pas une réponse
Les banques nationales peuvent faire plus d'argent pour l'éviter

Maintenant que toutes les nations, tous les pauvres et tous les riches sont dans le même bateau
& que même les chefs de gouvernement qui étaient sur leur tour d'ivoire
connaissent aussi la lutte pour la survie

Il ne devrait plus y avoir d'inégalités, plus de misère,
en réalité, il devrait y en avoir assez pour tous

Venons-en à une NOUVELLE HEURE, venons-en à une NOUVELLE VIE, un NOUVEAU MONDE, POUR TOUS.

VENONS UN TEMPS NOUVEAU, UNE VIE NOUVELLE, POUR LA TERRE ET LA NATURE...

Nous espérons qu'il y aura encore moins de pollution, moins de déchets, moins de stress
Nous espérons qu'il n'y aura plus de guerres, plus de solidarité et de paix partout.
Nous espérons que l'humanité restera sur la bonne voie, comme elle devrait l'être...

Venons-en à une NOUVELLE HEURE, à une NOUVELLE VIE POUR TOUS.

By Cecilia Special

CLIP YOU TUBE
https://youtu.be/Wgeh41nqG_o?feature=shared

New Time New Life BY Zitou Itou & Cecilia Special [2022]

Grateful if you could visit my video:
https://youtu.be/E8hQlSgudDc?si=xsLGAJbQO_ibci6Q

My latest is a tune based around a couple of acoustic guitar parts. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening :)

Lyrics:
Another year, another bad debt
Snow is on the ground
Follow a trail of broken promise
Lost and never found
Its hard to know
When things go wrong 
And  word is on the street
The last to know 
And the only one 
To leave 

Even though we’ve been full circle
The ice is something new 
And tonight it’s unfamiliar
A place I thought I knew
I feel the dark 
And taste the cold
There’s nothing  here to see
The last to know 
The only one 
To leave 

Waking up too early
A bright light in my eyes
The clues were all around us
Thrown away with all the lies


In the morning I come looking
Somewhere in the snow
I know the footprints will be buried 
No where else to go
The wind gets up
The ghost has gone 
No hope of a reprieve
The last to know 
And The only one 
To leave

The Last To Know

Nostalgie Guitare

Mystic Unity is a musical journey that crosses borders and shows the beauty in the connection between cultures. Through the fusion of Arabic sounds and Western harmonies, I want to celebrate the diversity and depth of two musical worlds and show what can happen when we are open to each other.

Mystic Unity invites us to embrace different perspectives and discover the unknown ... melodies and rhythms merge in a unique way. I look forward to taking you on this journey and hope it inspires you.

DAW Cubase
Halion Sonic 7
Groove Agent SE
Retrologue 2
Padshop 2
Colors LoFi Tapes
Framedrum X3M
Transverse
Hybrid Hit
Verve
Kalimba
Moroccan Vocal Phrases
Olympus Choir Elements
Mimi Page
Wave Cre 8
Evo Elysium
Flux
Navi Harp
Habitat by Domink Eulberg
Halion Symphonic Orchestra
Kontakt Etheral Earth
Ocular Sounds

125 bpm

Picture by Ralf Seemann on Pixabay

mystic unity

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Transformation (2024)

Cast of characters:

Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and foundational rhythm guitar

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–electric guitar, composition, mix, and production

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic guitar

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass 

Mistermark --  @user-432503709 — Mark — production engineering

This song began its life all the way over in on the other side of the pond, where our frequent collaborator, Artur wrote it on his electric guitar. Being a fan of surf music, he composed this awesome piece with The Eclectic Collective in mind. He shared it with the group through Tez, who was first to respond to Artur's guitar with his own, creating a psychedelic base of sound for the rest of us to add to. 

  Ken was up next, laying down his always exciting drums and percussion. Josh, of course, followed straight behind him, now that he had a beat to play to. JJ came soon after, laying in his ethereal organ and dancing electric piano. Last, but not least, Stephen laid in a really trippy acoustic arpeggio based acoustic guitar part to kick it to the next level.

  Of course, every great song needs a great producer. But before we even started the song beyond what Artur and Tez laid down at the beginning, Mark deftly separated Artur's basic beat from the music. Amazing what technology can do these days! For rest of the production, we tapped the very talented Tez to do the honors, which he did perfectly.

  This song marks about half a dozen we've done with Artur. We're all big fans of his unique surf rock sound, and jump at the chance to collaborate with him. If you like what we've done here, you should check out his page, as it's loaded with gems in the same strain. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.


Flow of Life - (Eclectic Collective with Artur(Surfers Like Us))

Howling Wolf  KILLING FLOOR eddyoffline N Junez wave Bombastic.wav

So nice to do this with my Friends Torben Schmitt on Guitar
And Saxophon by Joerxworx
Rhodes by Ratzzz
Drumm & Bass are Sampels

lunatics 202/ My Wold / Joerxworx & Ratzzz

lunatics 202/ My Wold /Schmitt/ Joerxworx & Ratzzz

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.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

David Dunham