Our latest song, Bass and guitars by Ron Jongepier. No words needed, let your imagine work.

Crystal Canyon

Rising Echo

the one, the divine one

The One, The Divine One

If you suspect that a house or location is haunted, you might be experiencing fear or discomfort because of strange or unexplained phenomena. 
These can include hearing mysterious noises, seeing apparitions, or feeling an eerie presence. 
In such cases, it's essential to approach the situation rationally and consider whether there might be natural explanations for the phenomena you're experiencing. 
Some people may be more sensitive to paranormal events, while others may find rational explanations for what they've encountered.

Is it the Haunted House or my Dark Aura

Is It The Haunted House Or My Dark Aura

This is one of our strangest songs we have ever made, we had a lot of fun with it. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do......

The Lane

You’re at the dive center, ready for your very first ocean dive. You stand clutching your mask, snorkel and fins like a kid clutching his lunchbox on the first day of school. You are excited and nervous because all night you’ve been thinking about what it will be like once you’re underwater. Here are some of the most common sensory experiences the first time you go scuba diving. Enjoy the Passage of Air

Passage of Air

Passage Of Air

We're proud to bring you Athmopad Deception from the series: Soundtrack for Goofs

Athmopad Deception

Because of so many listeners & friends from Cairo, we've named this song..........

For My Friends From Cairo

Today, we bring you Cirtcele from the series: Soundtrack for Goofs

Cirtcele

Tranquillity Impulse

The Stack

DROWNED

It is with great joy that we release our first song of this beautiful year. 
Not only She loves you, we All love you....
With many thanks to the late Peter Sellers.

She Loves You

It is with great pleasure and pride that we have put our hundredth song online today. Let spring flow into you and dream away with this strange one

Je suis au parc, je me sens bien
Le soleil brille, c'est une journée parfaite
J'entends les rires, les enfants qui jouent
Mais il y a autre chose qui reste

L'odeur du swing soixante-huit
C'est dans l'air, tu ne peux pas comprendre ?
Ramène des souvenirs, des temps plus simples
Je me balance juste haut, sans soucis en tête

Je ferme les yeux et je suis transporté
Retour à mon enfance, pas de soucis déformés
Les chaînes qui grincent, le vent dans mes cheveux
La vie était si simple, sans aucun souci

L'odeur du swing soixante-huit
C'est dans l'air, tu ne peux pas comprendre ?
Ramène des souvenirs, des temps plus simples
Je me balance juste haut, sans soucis en tête

Maintenant je suis plus vieux, mais je reviens quand même
Pour cette balançoire, c'est comme une piste de distorsion temporelle
J'ai laissé tomber mes problèmes, juste pour un moment
Et je me balance d'avant en arrière, avec un grand sourire

L'odeur du swing soixante-huit
C'est dans l'air, tu ne peux pas comprendre ?
Ramène des souvenirs, des temps plus simples
Je me balance juste haut, sans soucis en tête

Alors la prochaine fois tu te sentiras déprimé
Et la vie te fait froncer les sourcils
Trouvez juste une balançoire, laissez-la vous emporter
Et laissez l'odeur du swing soixante-huit égayer votre journée.

L'odeur Du Swing 68

Into The Hole

On this track: Henk Vriesema, Lyrics and vocals. Ron Jongepier, Guitars and bass. Jaap de Ridder, Keyboards and base

Nightclub in Siberia

Autumn Haze, a season of grace
Golden hues upon the fields we trace
With each step, the leaves crunch beneath our feet
As nature's colors dance, our spirits retreat

In the misty morn, the sun rises slow
Painting the sky with shades of amber glow
The breeze carries whispers of the trees
As Autumn's haze settles over the breeze

The rustling of leaves, a gentle sound
As nature's symphony all around
The scent of wood smoke, a fragrant treat
As Autumn's haze casts its magic spell

The harvest moon, a silver glow
A beacon in the night, as the stars aglow
Autumn's haze, a time of peace
A season of joy, a time to release

The wind whispers secrets of the past
As Autumn's haze settles over the land at last
The trees, they dance, a wondrous sight
As Autumn's haze takes flight

Autumn Haze

Dans le ciel mythique, où la lumière s'éveille,
Un coucher de soleil doux, embrassant les merveilles.
Les couleurs dansent, peignant l'horizon,
Un tableau vivant, une douce sensation.

Les étoiles s’allument, comme des rêves en l’air,
Chuchotements de la nuit, promesses de lumière.
Dans la magie du moment, tout semble parfait,
Le souffle de la brise nous invite à rêver.

Au cœur de cette beauté, nos âmes s'élèvent,
Sous le ciel mythique, nos cœurs s’entrelacent.
Un doux coucher de soleil, une mélodie à chanter,
Dans l’éternité du temps, nous sommes là pour aimer.

MythicSky/SmoothSunset

Droni nella Battaglia del Colosseo

Nel cuore di Roma, tra antiche rovine,
dove l’eco dei gladiatori risuona e cammina,
sotto il cielo azzurro, tra le mura di pietra,
si librano i droni, con ala perfetta.

Nel Colosseo, tempio di sangue e gloria,
le ombre del passato si intrecciano alla storia.
Non più guerrieri con spade in mano,
ma occhi meccanici, freddi e sovrani.

Le luci dei droni tagliano il buio,
mentre il vento sussurra un antico oblio.
Le macchine danzano su un campo di ferro,
dove il cuore umano ha perso il suo sentiero.

Tra il ruggito del pubblico che non c'è più,
e il frastuono dei motori che volano in blu,
i gladiatori di oggi, senza volto e senza cuore,
combattano con la morte, senza onore.

L’arena tremava, ora è silenzio e acciaio,
mentre i droni scivolano nell’aria, senza sbaglio.
Roma osserva, con occhi ormai lontani,
un regno che cade, in silenziosi cristalli umani.

Oh, Colosseo, che un tempo brillavi di vita,
ora sei testimone di una guerra infinita.
Le tue pietre, che hanno visto l’eroismo e il dolore,
oggi guardano il futuro, senza amore.

Ma nel cielo i droni non conoscono pietà,
battendo le ali, come un’ombra di realtà.
Il passato e il futuro si fondono in un colpo,
mentre l’antica Roma sussurra il suo troppo.

The Arena

Who is Calling

I vinterens kalde natt,
der fjellene hviler i stillhet,
danser lys på himmelen,
som stjernespor i mørkets skjul.

Grønt og lilla flammer blander seg,
en trolsk symfoni av farger,
som et eventyr fra fjerne tider,
over snødekte vidder og fjorder.

Nattens stillhet er dypt,
men lyset hvisker i vinden,
som en hemmelighet fra nord,
en gåte vi ikke helt forstår.

Fra Tromsø til Lofoten,
skinner nordlyset som et håp,
i mørket finner vi lys,
og vinteren blir til magi.

Borealis

A Hot Sun In Stereo

Blooming spheres, they twist and turn,
In colors no one's eyes can learn,
Shifting like a dream’s strange breath,
Dancing on the edge of life and death.
Blooming spheres, oh, what a sight,
Tangled in the webs of night,
Grow and break, then fall and rise,
In the garden of forgotten skies.

Blooming Spheres

Sous l'azur profond du ciel étoilé,  
Là où les vagues murmurent des secrets,  
La mer Méditerranée, mystère apaisé,  
Cache des trésors que le temps a oubliés.  

Ses eaux turquoises, lisses et brillantes,  
Chantent des légendes de royaumes perdus,  
De navires engloutis, d'âmes errantes,  
De civilisations que le vent a vus.  

Les étoiles s'y reflètent, silencieuses,  
Guidant les marins vers des mondes lointains,  
Mais sous la surface, tout est précieuse,  
Chaque plongée y est un voyage incertain.  

Des sirènes aux murmures envoûtants,  
Aux créatures d'ombre dans les abîmes,  
Le mystère flotte comme un voile géant,  
Et la Méditerranée, gardienne des énigmes.  

Ô mer antique, tes secrets sont profonds,  
Dans ton bleu se cache l'infini,  
Ton souffle léger, ton eau chaude et ronde,  
Bercent des rêves d'antan, sans fin.

Gardienne Des Énigmes

The Noise Pump

Crystal Metal

Shiver

Welcome into my World

The latest release of Deep Circuit Electro Miners
Enjoy, share en like our song on the following channels:

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Welcome into my World

The Noises & Ideas

For Luc and Wendelien: A Bench in the Fields  

Life can be cruel in its timing. It took Luc and Wendelien far too soon—two souls who brought so much color, warmth, and life to those around them. For those who knew them, a void remains, yet so does an abundance of cherished memories.  

They were dearly loved, and for good reason. Their interests were wide, their hearts open. They savored life in a way that drew others in: from meaningful conversations that could last for hours, pleasantly accompanied by a good drink, to simply being together with their wide circle of friends. Whether enjoying a night out for dinner, planning a new vacation, or relishing each other’s company—for Luc and Wendelien, what mattered was true connection, sharing joy and stories.  

Their love for life and their surroundings was profound. That’s why it’s so fitting that, even after their passing, they left behind a place of peace and gathering: the bench. It now stands in lovely Wenum Wiesel, overlooking a quiet pasture, nestled in the nature they so cherished. It’s more than just a place to sit; it’s a quiet witness to their presence—a spot to pause, remember, and perhaps share a conversation as they so deeply valued.  

And as if the universe wanted to honor how special this place and these people were, their legacy found a voice. Jaap de Ridder and Ron Jongepier wrote ‘The Bench’, a song that touches the soul. Its melody and lyrics capture the wistfulness, but above all, the love and enduring connection flowing from that simple bench amid the greenery. It’s a musical tribute perfectly reflecting the joie de vivre that defined Luc and Wendelien.  

*That’s why we dedicate this song, ‘A Bench in the Fields, to them—with deep emotion and heartfelt gratitude. For Luc and Wendelien: your laughter, your conversations, your friendship, and your love for life’s beautiful moments—they still echo. In the memories of many, in the quiet of the bench beneath Wenum Wiesel’s sky, and now in the notes of this beautiful song.  

Rest gently, dear friends. You are missed, but never forgotten. And your bench always invites us to sit with you a while. 

A Bench in the Fields

Night Dipping

Harmonics Sparks a St Elmo's Fire...
High above Apeldoorn, Deventer, Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Malia and London...
As Sawtooth Booms, Telephoto Zooms...
Sonics Pitch as the Shutter Clicks...
Animated Miners climb into the Cathode Ray...
To Excavate the Silence inbetween the Frames..
Unearthing Glinting Gemstones left by
Gods of the Ohm...
Electro Plasma Mining, delves into the unknown...
Atoms Vibrate, Cosmic Microwaves Radiate..
White Light Transmitting Celluloid Archangels...
Learning from the Masters...
Damen und Herren..
From the other side of midnight..
Hier Komen de Broadcasters.

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