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agit acid pop

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace
Picture: Unknown
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Path of Glory

For Pride Month. This is a rough version with just me and the guitar. The real version will be a 90's dance song, hopefully with not flat vocals, hopefully this weekend

This is not about you,
Your life is not about who I love, or the things I do
You’re not the one that I answer to

But it’s not about me
There’s more to my life than i will ever know, than i’ll ever see
I don’t hurt anyone just let this be

I have no voice but I can speak
I don’t like what you do to me
I say it’s time we make a stand

It’s more than tonight
It’s more than my fight
This is my right
This is my life

Do you feel the beat
It’s the pulse of the world
Where the people meet to let their flag unfurl

Do you feel it?

What does it matter to you
How i live my life, or what I believe, or the path I choose
Look inside, are you afraid to face the truth

We all need to be
Fragile and fearless, wild and free, you see 
for fate of the world, for our destiny 

Love is blind but I still see
And I don’t like what you’ve done to me
I see bloodstains on your hands!

Do you feel the beat
It’s the pulse of the world
Where the freaks all meet to let their flags unfurl

not about you (acoustic)

Words and music By Roger Whittlesey. Saxophone arrangement by Georg Boehme. Boehme plays soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxes. He also plays the bass clarinet. Noel Barrett plays the bass guitar. All other sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024.

Dear Reader, 

In Shakespeare's play "Hamlet," Ophelia drowns herself in what is a terrible and tragic scene late in the play. 

The idea for this song came when I recognized that the grief of loss, missed opportunities, and mistakes compound as we age, and they don't leave us. Instead, these emotions seem to haunt us—often surprising us when we least expect it. And so, these feelings are akin to the tragic drowning of Ophelia, except that they seem to happen again and again—hence the title of the song. 

Georg Boehme, a brilliant arranger, composer, and horns player from Cologne, Germany, joined me on this piece. I sent Georg the basic tracks and gave him no instructions. He knows what to do, and he always exceeds my expectations. His playing on this piece is amazing. As you get to know Georg's music, you will begin to see that he has a unique style, and it shines through in all that he plays. Thank you, Georg, for lending me your immense creative talents. 

Last week, I sent what I believed was the finished version of this song to Noel Barrett, an outstanding bass player from Cork City, Ireland. I knew he would dig the work that Georg did on the track. And he did. Without any prompting, he replaced the bass part that I laid down—and improved the tune tenfold in the process. Noel has rock-solid time and brings a melodic sensibility to everything he plays on the bass. It is a great pleasure and honor to have him guesting on this song. 

Finally, I thank you, my devoted listeners, for your comments and for your repeated returns to my channel. 

I have much more music to write. This is only the beginning of the journey. 

Highest Regards, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 9, 2024

Ophelia Drowns Again

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

Useless key - 7-11-2024 translation in description

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©Vocal Bits & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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You Make Me Purr

Your Touch Drives Me Crazy

Card 10 The Wheel of Fortune

Composed for the VI Chongqing International Modern & Contemporary Art Exhibition

VI Chongqing Intl. Modern & Contemporary Art Exhibition (Gallery Exhibition Music)

隐园秘境 (Hidden Garden, China)

Story
The Party That Changed Everything
Narrative Summary...
In the heart of an old Basque mansion, forgotten among the mountains of Bizkaia, a clandestine party was held on the night of a total lunar eclipse. It was organized by Ane, an eccentric artist obsessed with family secrets and the legends of her lineage. She invited a select group of friends, each with a hidden link to their past. No one knew that that night, amid strobe lights, txakoli, and tribal music, a chain of revelations would be unleashed that would change their lives forever.

Invitation
• Ane sends invitations in parchment envelopes, sealed with red wax and bearing an ancestral symbol: a wolf with raven wings.
• The party is advertised as an “eclipse celebration,” but it is actually a covert ritual to unearth a family truth.

• The guests: a DJ who was her first love, a historian obsessed with Basque myths, a cousin who disappeared years ago, and a mysterious woman no one knows but who seems to know too much.

Night of Madness
• Music echoes between the stone walls. The house seems to come alive with each beat.
• Ane disappears after midnight. In her place, a recording of herself is projected on the walls: “Tonight, the truth will dance with you.”
• The guests begin to experience visions, other people's memories, and forced confessions. The wine is mixed with an ancient infusion that awakens genetic memory.
• The historian discovers a codex hidden in a lamp. The cousin reveals that he faked his disappearance after uncovering a family crime. The mysterious woman is actually the illegitimate daughter of the family patriarch.

Eclipse and Revelation
• At 3:33 AM, the eclipse reaches its peak. The moon turns red.
• In that instant, all the secrets intertwine: Ane is not who she says she is. She was adopted to protect a hidden lineage of wise women persecuted for centuries.
• The house, built on a crossing of ley lines, becomes a vortex of energy. The guests must decide... to forget what they experienced or embrace their new destiny as guardians of the truth.

Silence After the Rhythm
• At dawn, the house is empty. Only broken masks, empty glasses, and a freshly painted mural on the wall remain: a winged wolf, weeping blood under a red moon.
• No one spoke of that night again. But each one, from their own corner of the world, began to change the course of their lives... as if an ancestral force were guiding them.

🎶 Listen 💫 Share 💬 Comment ➕📃🎧 Add to your playlists... Because this journey is meaningless without you... Thank you for being here... J. Bilbao

Sonic Universe II

The Party That Changed Everything IV

INVITATION TO COLLAB, DJ,BEATMAKERS,SINGERS, RAPPERS >>>Who want Can USE & REMIX PARTS OF THE ACAPPELLAS , place it, modulate it as You like, MAKE A SPECIAL TRACK, with  SOUNDS 
FIT IT AS A  FEAT in a SONG...  LYRICS are Here Below to Help You Choice Words & Phrases.
To notice,  in this Vocals some parts have Yet Effects...
DOWNLOAD are FREE &it's in Wave, if You Want MP3, ask me.  
If You Do Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track& Let Me Know, I will Repost,Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix... Original Version > https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/so-infinite & another Version > https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia/multi-d-system-trappiste
Previous Chill Track with Part of the vocals > https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/can-be-greater
As exemple,see in my Reposts & in my Playlists on this page, There is Many  of Tracks Very Differents made with my Acappellas

Lyrics >
O O O O O O O pen  your mind           

Feel Life is So Infinite

I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

We are much more   much more 
than what we can see
We can be greater  be greater
than what we are

There are much more much more
than what we can hear
We can be greater  be greater
than what we dare

Life is So Multidimensionnal

is So Multidimensionnal

So Multidimensionnal
Multidimensionnal

I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x3
to bring it higher

We are all part of this Earth
part of this Galaxy
part of the Universe


I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better
I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x1
to bring it higher

The world is mine 
The World is yours    x2
The World is ours 
To love and care


Open your mind
Feel your soul is
So infinite

We are much more much more
than what we can see
 
We can be greater be greater
than what we are

There are much more much more
than what we can hear

We can be greater be greater
than what we dare

 (mix it en canon to do bridge)
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x3
to bring it higher


I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it


Life is So Multidimensionnal

is So Multidimensionnal

So Multidimensionnal
Multidimensionnal

MULTI D...OPEN YOUR MIND...WE  GOT THE POWER... CAN BE GREATER... Vocals fo Collabs

PALAIS PLASTIQUE
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Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Tu aimes tout, de mes essences, à mes délicieux poisons,
J’ai érigé ta puissance, de tes dires...sur tes addictions !
--
Mais tu te trompes sur ma nature et je n’ai pas ces intentions,
Tu as apposé une lecture, qui gracie bien tes ascensions.
Cette croissance a un prix, et s’entrebâillent, enfin, tes yeux.
Nulles chances infinies, cesse donc, d’y conforter tes dieux.
--
Si je suis belle énergie, me voilà donc, pieux emballages,
J'ai fait Lumières sur tes nuits, comme reproduire toutes tes images.
Comme un singe, tu copies, mon essieu et tous mes usages,
Tu fais prières aguerries, au palais plastique, tu t’engages.
--
Quand j’émaille la substance, tu traduis mondanité.
Ton torrent de mots s’agence, sans jamais dire Sincérités.
Tu sais que tu épuises les sols, incapable de te réguler,
Criant Amish a des boussoles, qui se languissent de tes progrès.
--
J’avais fini mon travail, oui, je dormais enfin au sol !
Tu as foré des entailles et pour mieux justifier ce viol,
Tu as nommé Révolution, ces siècles où Propriété
De terres, et d’Obligations, aux peuples, tu as su imposer.
--
Tu peux conspuer Pétrole, mais j’ai bien plus d’humilité,
Que toi et ceux que tu enrôles, pour mieux te coiffer de lauriers.
Nature est tendre et tolérante, pour disculper tes ambitions,
Mais cette fabrique d’âmes errantes, mène à l'asile maigre Raison.
-
Perdue alors, dans les méandres, de ton beau palais plastique,
Des tribus hémérocalles, en vain, s’usent à fleurir tes briques.
Tout le vivant t’interpelle, y compris les âmes fossiles,
Pour que l'histoire, de plus belles, retrouve un beau terreau fertile.
-
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Éblouis par mon essence, tu n’as su construire, que prisons.
Retrouve un peu ta puissance, risquant de fuir tes addictions.

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Mesdames, Damoiseau, Messieurs, Demoiselles et autres Gueux (c'est mes préférés) 
J'ai l'immense bonheur de vous présenter "Cool is Watching You"!!
Le Nouvel EP de M'Z - la version "concept en musique" de mes travaux de composition.
C'est une critique du cool social par le cool musical...

Dans cet album je m'exerce à adopter un positionnement musical "cool" et souhaite mettre en perspective les limites de cette 'posture', qu'on s'impose, socialement nous même, plus ou moins volontairement et que les réseaux sociaux favorisent largement. 
Posture qui, semble bien plus nous nuire que nous servir. 
"Cool is Watching You" est aussi un point de rencontre en musique entre Orwell et Huxley qui espère guérir le cool par le cool.

7 morceaux que je définirai plus en détails avec des mots dans les jours à suivre, pour favoriser la transe, en attendant je vous laisse le découvrir en sons avec les seuls gros titres comme pistes.

Je remercie Anesthetize Productions et Guillaume Beringer
De m'aider à la diffusion de cet album, n'hésitez pas à les suivre et allez découvrir les divers travaux qu'ils défendent.

Je remercie Pedro Coelho pour m'avoir accompagné avec grand brio sur le morceau Palais plastique et je vous conseille de le suivre également c'est un excellent guitariste et musicien et une très belle personne.

Merci également a la rue on se retrouve a 18h en attendant voilà un cadeau qui j'espère nous donnera de la force !!

Cool is watching you

Palais Plastique

Composer & Producer.
Always learning.

Thank you for listening!

Path of Glory

Emilio GS