WINTER IS A FANTASY FROM A ROLLING POINT

MUSIC by SUNNYBECK & J.J. Terrell https://soundcloud.com/j-j-terrell
LYRICS & VOCAL by J.J. Terrell

I am extremely proud of J.J. Terrell, who took a digital composition of acoustic and Dobro slide guitars that I wrote years ago, and fashioned it into a gem worthy of Nashville. He wrote beautiful lyrics to a new melody, sang the lead vocal, added stunning piano, violin, and percussion triangle — all performed by J.J. 

Please give him praise on this one — Rolling Home, a love song with the soul of Southern Rock and sound of Country about a traveler headed home to a beloved. To J.J. 👏👏👏

Music made by humans, no AI

Background Vocals: 
J.J. Terrell & SUNNYBECK 
Production: SUNNYBECK

LYRICS by J.J.
Now the sun’s setting low, painting the sky
The closer I get, I can’t help but sigh
All the pain fades with every mile
Soon, I’ll be home to your loving smile

The porch light’s on, I see you there
Waiting with a heart, so full, so rare
You’re my song, my heartbeat’s tune
Rolling home, I’ll be there soon

Rolling home, through the thunder and rain
Each mile a memory, each turn brings the pain
I’m counting the hours, 
Til I hold you tight
Rolling home
Back to your light

......................
85 bpm

DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
VST INSTRUMENTS:
Steel String Acoustic Guitar 
Acoustic Guitar 
Dobra Slide Guitar 
Upright Baby Bass
E-PERCUSSION:
Studio R&B+
Latin Kit
Atlanta Kit
Classic Hip Hop Kit
Pop Kit

LoFi Audio of traffic in rain recorded live in August 2025 using an iPhone.
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COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from original and AI-generated images rendered by the DaVinci app, then altered, retouched, and designed in Photoshop.

All rights reserved 2025
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Rolling Home

A collab with electro synth popppers Highly Motivated Staff (check them out here: https://soundcloud.com/highly-motivated-staff). They added, as you may have guessed, a few synths here and there. A few of their underpaid staff were also forced to supply some "HOORAYs".

Enjoy!

Noise of the World

Miserable Today (Hooray!) feat. HMS

My old friend Strootman Pianomonster (will post soon on https://soundcloud.com/stroot-246138153) sent me some of his baroque recordings on harpsichord. I've worked on one of them with all the Ruizzoid stuff you can hear, and even translated to Latin one of my old poems!

VOLO OSCULUM TUUM  /  I WANT YOUR KISS

 Volo saxum ad clamare.  /  I want a rock to cry on.  
 Ad gemere, quis saxum.  /  To moan, any rock.  

(Volo osculum tuum ad somniare.  /  I want your kiss to dream.  
 Ad vivere, nisi osculum tuum.  /  For living, just your kiss.)
  
Volo flammam ad queri.  /  I want a flame to scream.  
 Ad pati, quis flammam.  /  To suffer, any flame.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... ) 

 Volo pugionem ad exspirare.  /  I want a dagger to expire.  
 Ad mori quis pugionem.  /  To die, any dagger.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... )

Volo Osculum Tuum (with Strootman on harpsichord)

In this time of wars & great crisis, we should keep call for Peace & equality, for a better humanity.
Here are some vocals extract of my song on the topic. So who want can use it, mixing it as you like with music or as featuring in another .song  
You can also use, in a same track, some part of other vocals from this playlist https://soundcloud.com/specialvocals/sets/call-for-humanity-vocals-for
The files are on Free Download.  If You Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track & Let Me Know, I will Repost, Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix...
& If you use it for commercial purpose, let me know, all my songs are under Authors Rights

EQUALITY  For ALL - Let GOOD OVERCOME - Vocals for Collabs

Hexfarm is

Phil Bywater - Saxophones/Flutes
Dane Renshaw - Drums
Mat Ward - Bass Guitar/Vox

Track 2 from Hexfarm - who meet once a year to jam for a couple of days then head back to their various corners of the world : )

Cost/Benefit Erection - Hexfarm

Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
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Lyrics
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 as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and 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 and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and 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 and 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 and 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 and saved it onto my PC
The internet and 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 and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and 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 like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

I started making this piece with the intention of it being a set of songs that could stand on their own as well as being an open collaboration, but then it took on a life of its own, and things just got out of hand from there, lol! 

But I still managed to control myself and didn’t add too many samples though, haha! 

I was listening to 1985 and 1986 hip hop singles when making this so….

You can download this for free as well as some of the unmixed stems on Bandcamp. The lyrics can also be found on Bandcamp since SC didn’t provide enough space in the song info. I reached my description limit!

Feel free to treat it as an open collaboration if you like. The song list, BPMs, and time signatures are listed below. 

I Like To Sample Old Drums Bandcamp Link: 
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Funny we are now moving to Portland. Bye, bye Hillsboro. I guess this is now a farewell song. 

Track Credits:

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

I Like To Sample Old Drums
Rap Attack: 112 BPM 4/4
Take The Max Down To Hillsboro: 189 BPM 4/4
Peach ’N Plum: 132 BPM 3/4
What, Would, When: 112 BPM 5/4
I Like To Sample Old Drums: N/A
This One Goes: 101 BPM 4/4
Bllll: 92 BPM 4/4
The Couch Can’t Help It: 87 BPM 4/4

Here are the lyrics just for: 

Rap Attack

I will
Put you in a tourniquet
Bleeding there’s no stopping it
Got a pimple 
I be popping it
Tripple nipple
Don’t be knocking it
I be chopping it off
Now blood is slopping  
I ain’t mopping 
You be dropping
When you slippin’ in it 
Finna sit and watch as I scoff
Maybe lickin’ ice cream soft serve, huh
What cha sayin’ I can only seem to catch ya gurgling brah
Nah, No one can hear you scream 
When you got a severe stream of
Foam bumbling, bubbling from your mouth, tumbling gravitationally south
Bro, i’m feeling bad for your health
See you reeling keeling over looking so sad 
had I know your noncongealinkg slow at healing
I might have
Not tried to put you in a tourniquet 
Tried to put you in a tourniquet
Tried to put you in a

I Like To Sample Old Drums

Bandcamp

Russell Sinfield and the Couch King -I Like To Sample Old Drums

Timeless Floating In Space / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
BPM 69/138
Painting Perchance AI
Free Download
Feel free to adding something !
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!

Timeless Floating In Space / Open Collab Offer

CANDLE IN THE DARK (Timeless floating in Space - Paploviante)
Backing Track Paploviante:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/timeless-floating-in-space-open-collab-offer
Vocals Alley ( Gosthack)
https://www.ghosthack.de
Lillithe: Mix, Arrangement and Production
Lyric:
A candle in the dark
And in your own fashion
You burned it to the ground
Its sad but it's true
I can't get over you
I'm trying to breath 
But I'm choked by the fumes
Set me free
I'm just trying to breath
Let it go
Cus I can't keep hold
If I told you that I love you
Would you let everything slide
If I told you that I want you
Would I run and hide?


CANDLE IN THE DARK (Timeless floating in Space - Paploviante)

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace

soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

The Survivors

■概要(Overview)
勇気を出して気持ちを伝えてみよう！・・そんな感じの曲です。
長く使っているオーディオインターフェース(UA-4FX)の調子が悪いので、買い替える事になりました。この曲はUA-4FXを使って作った、最後の曲です。寂しいな。次回からは新しい機材です。
※絵はAIに描いてもらいました

Gather up the courage to express your feelings! That's the kind of song it is.
My audio interface (UA-4FX) that I've been using for a long time is malfunctioning, so I've decided to buy a new one. This is the last song I made using the UA-4FX. I'll be sad. From next time onwards, I'll be using new equipment.
*The picture was drawn by AI.

■更新履歴
2025.10.20 音のバランスを微調整(Fine-tune the sound balance)

■歌詞
「ちぎった今を」
冷たい冬が来る前に
積もり積もった気持ちを伝えよう

乾いたのどを潤した夏の水
空っ風に吹かれ消えてしまうさ
泳ぎ切った日の事は遠く幻で
その人の顔も忘れてしまう

失うことは怖すぎるね
いっそ秋の風の吹く方にまかせ
上手くいかないと決まった訳じゃない
天国なのか地獄かなんか　風に聞くさ


変わってしまう景色なら
今をちぎって　届けよう気持ちを

人の気持ちはわからないさ
きっと秋の空のように変わる
立ち上がる時さ勇気ふり絞って
ちぎった今を届けたならば強くなれる

ああ　時を　巻き戻せたなら
ああ　今を　生きる　
今を・・

■Lyrics (translation)
"Before Winter Comes"
Before the cold of winter arrives,
Let me tell you the feelings you've kept buried deep.
The summer water that once soothed your thirsty throat
Will be swept away by the dry winter wind.
The day you swam through it all now feels like a distant dream,
Even that person’s face begins to fade.
Losing something is terrifying, isn’t it?
So maybe just follow the direction of the autumn breeze.
It’s not like failure is already decided—
Whether it’s heaven or hell, ask the wind.
If the scenery around you is bound to change,
Then tear off this moment and send your heart with it.
You can’t always understand someone’s feelings,
They shift like the autumn sky.
But when it’s time to rise again, summon your courage—
If you deliver that torn moment, you’ll grow stronger.
Ah, if only I could rewind time...
Ah, I’ll live this moment—
This moment...

Before Winter Comes（ちぎった今を）

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

Det hände det skedde. 1417 ( 1993 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

Hey… Thanks for dropping by. As a young boy, around sixty years ago, I used to like to listen to old people as they rambled on with stories about their lives. I really enjoyed those stories. I am an old man now, and I tend to ramble on, as well. This song is about that…. as I wake up to a chilly autumn morning. I have been busy ‘buttoning things up’ for winter. Collecting seeds, preparing garden beds, raking leaves, moving stuff inside, winterizing my home, getting winter gear ready, and other such sundry tasks, some of which I had forgotten about, like filling a tub with gardening soil and compost for planting seeds next spring. So I put the tub right by my front door. Ha. I have mixed feelings about heading into another long mountain winter. Throw old age into the mix and boy, am I having fun. I have also been sitting outside quietly, as flocks of birds fly by. Some flocks temporarily stop here to rest and feed, before winging off. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the flocks and how different kinds of birds interact. There are high flying geese, cranes and ducks overhead as well. All those birds are vocal, and when I am outside working, I tend to whistle along with them. They don’t seem to mind. The relative harmonious balance of it all is so refreshing to watch. Although a robin, or two, in the mountain ash always seems to be chasing other robins away from the berry laden tree. There are more berries in that tree than all those robins could ever eat, and I watch as the chased away robins sneak back into the tree. Some older birds die here in the yard, as they are no longer up for the long migration ahead. Sad to see. I often find one or two of them, dead each year, huddled peacefully in the deep grass, or hidden elsewhere. It has also snowed several times here in October… Hope you’re doing well. Mark  

Autumnal Ramblings Of An Old Man

In time for Halloween, or the End of the World.
Dark, brooding, pondering of the state of things, real and imagined, current, past, or future (political subterfuge through music?)

Track 3 of the songs collected in the Life In Tense collection on Wix: https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons
Art - courtesy of Dan the Man Wigmore -https://www.youtube.com/@cdneh6343

* sample from Orson Wells -Citizen Cane
** the emphasis on the "s" sounds...hints of a snake in the garden?

Lyrics:

Come one day, in a rainy conversation
Come one day, the tether line will snap
Come one moment one cover story blown
Come one truth, one smoking gun exposed

Come one day (x6)

Come one day, one coffee never sipped
Come one day, you're mentally unfit
Come one moment, the lie becomes what's true
Come one truth, there's no good guy to your rescue

Come one day (x2)

Instrumental

Chill Lo-Fi Interlude)

Come one day, there's a slip upon the rocks
Come one day, there's blood poolin' in the docks
Come one moment, a witness hesitates
Come one truth, arrives a moment late...


Come one day, the TV crackled noise
Come one day, politicians lost their voice(s)
Come one moment, we'll all run out of straws
Come one Truth, the Angel brought a chainsaw

The angel has a chainsaw (x2)


Come one day… (x4)

(Lo-Fi Outro)

Wigmore: Music, lyrics, vocals, production
Allen: Lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars

Angel Has A Chainsaw

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Chaos Breeder

The trials of a fantasy adventure

Gedichten op muziek, over de Havenstad Harlingen; meer informatie & boekingen 
https://www.jankobusseunnenga.nl/

bandcamp

01-Harlingen

My old SC mate Micah played drums to test a friend’s recording set, and sent me some cuts full of improvised breaks and tempos. I love time changes, yet this was really challenging!

I finally chose two of them and jammed with bass until I learnt his story telling.
Then, I clicked on the red button, again and again.

Drums played ad libitum by Micah Gettys https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions https://soundcloud.com/letterpressmighty 
Drums engineered and mixed by Dean Johnston https://soundcloud.com/forest-of-dean
Other sounding stuff made in Ruizzoidman's bedroom.
Artwork also makeshifted by Micah Gettys, oh, what a dude !!

Floating Point (with Micah Gettys)

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WINTER IS A FANTASY FROM A ROLLING POINT

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