Ron Jongepier made the fundaments, in drums and guitars of this song. Words and Thoughts by the great Alan Watts

The Unspeakable World

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

Crystal Canyon

Rising Echo

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

For My Friends From Cairo

Tranquillity Impulse

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

The base of this nice song is from Ron Jongepier, he did also the guitars and bass. The vocals and lyrics are from Henk Vriesema and Jaap de Ridder did the keyboards. It was a long time ago (41 years ) that Henk and Jaap played together.

Brady Creek

Rita, she walks the night, with shadows in her stride,  
A smile that hides a story where pain and silence bide.  
Her laughter sounds like music, but it's tinged with a sigh,  
In the glow of the streetlights, her heart whispers goodbye.  

Oh Rita, she is not so lovely,  
Beneath the glimmer and the glow,  
There’s a depth, a hidden longing,  
In the blues of her soul, we know.  

She dances with the moonlight, tracing dreams upon the floor,  
Yet the weight of expectation leaves her wanting something more.  
In a world that’s painted perfect, she’s a canvas torn and frayed,  
But in every brush of sorrow, a beautiful price is paid.  

Oh Rita, she is not so lovely,  
Beneath the glimmer and the glow,  
There’s a depth, a hidden longing,  
In the blues of her soul, we know.  

So raise your glass to Rita, to the heart that beats unseen,  
In the rhythm of her silence lies a truth that’s often screened.  
With every note she plays, she reveals what’s deep inside,  
A tale of love and heartache, where her spirit can’t abide.  

Oh Rita, she is not so lovely,  
Beneath the glimmer and the glow,  
There’s a depth, a hidden longing,  
In the blues of her soul, we know.  

So here’s to Rita’s journey, with her struggles and her grace,  
In the tapestry of life, she’s a thread we can’t replace.  
For every heart so heavy, there’s a beauty that will shine,  
In the notes of jazz and blues, our stories intertwine.

Rita, she is not so lovely.

Rita, She Is Not So Lovely

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

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

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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https://youtu.be/b5RGOei2nfU

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

Last Saturday, the ACEC building in Apeldoorn transformed into a pulsating universe of sound, light, and energy. During De Opening, Deep Circuit Electro Miners delivered a concert that shook the walls and lit up hearts. The audience was swept away on a sonic journey through glitchy rhythms, hypnotic visuals, and an atmosphere that hovered somewhere between rave and ritual.

To close this unforgettable evening, the group unveiled their latest creation: The Glob. A track that feels like a cosmic entity slowly coming to life—growing, pulsing, transforming. It’s the perfect fusion of their experimental roots and their love for the unexpected.

With members from London, Amsterdam, and Apeldoorn, Deep Circuit Electro Miners is more than a band—it’s a collective that creates music for the sheer joy of it, yet with a depth that lingers. The Glob is out now, and if you dare, you can listen to it on their SoundCloud. But be warned: once The Glob grabs hold of you, it doesn’t let go.

The Glob

In the velvet hush between stars’ sighs,
the Grand Sparkler hums — a prism of skies.
It flickers through thought, a cosmic nerve,
the pulse of all dreams that never swerve.

It dances on atoms, it giggles on time,
each shimmer a secret, each spark a rhyme.
Galaxies twirl in its laughing flame,
and colors unnameable whisper its name.

Oh, Grand Sparkler! Trickster of awe,
your fire eats meaning, your rhythm eats law.
You tickle the moon with your glittering jest,
and paint the abyss on the back of my chest.

Drip me in wonder, dissolve me in hue —
let the photons baptize what I thought I knew.
I am ash, I am echo, I am trembling art —
lit by your cackle, ignited apart.

And when the glow melts into sighs of dark,
I’ll still hear your giggle — that eternal spark.
The cosmos exhales, the void takes a bow…
and the Grand Sparkler burns through the Now.

Grand Sparkler

The Drift

Once, it was branch and breath of tree,
rooted deep in memory.
Storm winds whispered, “Come away,”
and broke it free one rain-soaked day.

The river caught it, soft and sure,
a wanderer with no detour.
Through silver stones and meadows wide,
the drift began its timeless ride.

It spun beneath the leaning sky,
past children’s laughter, birds that fly.
It brushed against the moss and reeds,
and learned the river’s secret creeds.

Through roaring falls and gentle bends,
its shape would change, but never end.
Leaves would cling, then drift apart,
like fleeting touches of the heart.

At dusk it dreamed in golden gleam,
at dawn it woke within a stream.
Each turn, each wave, a whispered song—
a hymn to all it drifted long.

And when the river met the sea,
it paused—a breath, eternity.
Then onward flowed, no fear, no plea,
becoming one with what would be.

For wood once bound by root and earth
found motion, meaning, second birth.
A simple drift, yet so much more—
a traveler through the river’s lore.

The Drift

Where On Earth?

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.

Deep Circuit Electro Miners

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