Out now on Animarum Recordings: “Live Without Love / Chay Ch’usaq” by Gooky - Gooky makes his Debut with a deeply personal 2-track EP that bridges emotion, heritage and modern electronic sound. “Live Without Love” carries a poetic message of love as lifes driving force, while “Chay Ch’usaq” draws on Quechua roots to explore the feeling of the void. Ein Release, das Wärme, Identität und Atmosphäre vereint. Techno for your Soul | #soultechno

Chay Ch'usaq

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Kadhem x Gus MT ─ Underloved (Original Mix)

📅 Out 12/12/2025
🏷 Label: 00216
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Underloved (Original Mix)

PREMIERE: Kadhem x Gus MT ─ Underloved (Original Mix) [00216]

We gather together on the longest night to welcome the return of the Sun's warm, bright light. 🌞

The Longest Night

Piano By Itself #1..

You betrayed me
Made me very sad
Last night you took
Everything I had

Your words upset me
Shook me to the core
Last night you said
You love me no more 

I assured you
That my love was true
Last night the sky
Turned the darkest blue

We should have cherished
What we had before
Last night you said
You love me no more

© Odd Petals 2020

In Tune

Last Night

Interesting times.

Sometimes best to keep your head down and say nothing.  Personally, I don’t think that silence will get us very far;  occasionally a song can help the discussion.

My two ha’porth?  I demand equality of rights and opportunities for all – along with the obligations those privileges bring.  But we are not all “equal”.  For which we can thank God – those of us that have one;  we are stronger for diversity – best person for the job every time from a level playing field.  

That can’t happen in a world of mob rule where people are peer-pressured into silence for fear of causing offence or where they are compelled to adopt or comply with actions, words or gestures for fear, full stop.  As it has become de rigueur to identify ever more ways of finding offence today, in that which no-one considered or intended offence yesterday, it’s not a long way down that road before you get to places that history has graphically shown us so many times; human-built hells of forced proscription and compliance, homogenisation and segregation, exclusion and persecution.  

The human animal is sometimes distinguished from our fellow creatures by its sense of conscience, discriminating good and evil by analysis of social effect, promises and commitments and compacts between individual and society for the common good, reinforced by the experience of the past. We forget history at our peril, but the future won’t learn much from the past if it has been eradicated by the present.  

Herewith, my little song.

Whatever your two ha’porth, so long as they are (both) legal, I respect them, wish you well and hope you find my song stimulating in a positive way.

Hell in a Handcart

One more shelf of vocabulary
Cast into history’s well.
Obscenity’s imbalance weights
Hung on freedom’s muffled bell.
And so we have no words to say, 
Lest offence construed each verbal way.
May I be allowed to pray?
While we shuffle into hell.

Vast wreaths of reasons to beat my breast
Laid next to where I fell.
I’ll index them with all the rest 
Though there’s little space left, truth to tell.
But where now, my love, that thing called “truth”?
Was is pillaged by tomorrow’s youth?
And used in censure, my guilt to prove?
As I stagger into hell.

And what of tomorrow, my desolate friend
Screaming others sorrows with your fashionista spell?
Plastic rage, whose pain to forfend?
Shall we sound George’s ’84 knell?
Were the killing fields the rancid prequel
That taught no two of us are truly equal?
Ah, then Dante’s primary shall surely sequel
Our handcarting to hell.

Hell in a Handcart

Solar System Excursions

Rock(s) On Mars

Patrick D. : voix, harmonica, orgue et vst-drums
Thierry L. : guitare, basse

Just Now (version chantée, Patrick D. & Thierry L.)

Party House

Sometimes

Routine Proximity

Proximity Routine

I create music out of love for it
I try to transform my feelings and emotions into music :)
I do not and will never use AI to produce music, materials for videos on YT come from free websites Pixaby and Pexles
Music connects people! :)
Thank you all for your time to listen to my music, I appreciate it :) - cheers

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