Amongst the lush soundscape, the spirit of Rick Wakeman seem to pop up ! Nice one.

another amazing collaboration of super sounds

Gary Rees and EnigmaCurry

Great pleasure to bring a new collab with @gary-rees-since-87

Fellow - Gary Rees | EnigmaCurry

Frolicking, 
In the dense aromatic Flelds of Summer,
Intoxicated by the air we breathe, 
and the gentle touch of playful jesters  
of catch me if you can, 
Through open fields of golden warmth, 
as we blissfully stumble into a bed of daisies 
drenched in the sweet taste of us.
Music and Poem by
Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
July 2025

Fields of Summer

Piano Concerto No.3 (3rd movement) Op.36

Lyrics

Yeah, they talk about a pot of gold, a treasure at the end, right?
 But all I see are broken roads, where futures never mend, 
Paved with promises of light, a yellow brick they swore was true, 
But out here in the concrete night, ain't no damn dream comin' through. 
Chasin' rainbows on the blacktop, where the sirens scream and blare, 
Another whisper, soft and empty, vanished into thin, polluted air. 
Worked my fingers to the bone, put my soul into the quest, 
But the only thing I'm findin' is a permanent arrest 
Of potential, of ambition, shackled tight and laid to waste, 
This ain't no land of wishes, just a bitter, lingering taste.

Somewhere over the rainbow, they said the skies were crystal blue, 
But the canvas was a con, the pigments fake, the whole damn view. 
Just another twisted story, sold to souls that longed to fly, 
Now we’re stuck beneath this grey horizon, watchin' all our good dreams die. 
The vivid hues they promised, just a monochrome despair, 
Left with only heavy burdens, and the ghosts of what ain't there.

Used to stare up at the ceiling, see that spectrum in my mind,
 A different path, a brighter ending, leaving all the hurt behind. 
They said "reach for the stars," well, my hands just clutched at air, 
Every single aspiration, just a burden I still bear. 
That "somewhere over the rainbow" turned into a haunting sound,

Of opportunities I squandered, never truly coming 'round.
The echoes of the laughter from the life that could've been, 
Just another silent whisper, where a hopeful dream had been. 
Underneath a cold, dead moon, not a sun, just endless blight, 
Just the wreckage of illusions in this never-ending night.

Shattered Spectrum

3-8-2025

Overview

Sketch no. 8; mindful

I don't know who I am
I don't know where I am
It's one AM and I want you
I don't know what I am
I don't know if I am
It's one AM and I want you
You're the arms that don't want me
You're the eyes that haunt me
You were taken from me in my infancy
Now I want you back
I want you back
I don't know a thing about
I'm filled with doubt
It's one AM and I want you
Between heaven and hell
I don't know where you dwell
It's one AM and I want you
Why do you why do you why do you why do you torment me
What did I ever do to you
What do you what do you what do you what do you want from me
Why won't you let me be, let me be
I'm walking a dangerous street
Unfamiliar to me
It's one AM and I want you
I can hear your laughter
I'll never have you
It's one AM and I want you
Like this...
I don't know who I am
I don't know where I am
But it's one AM and I want you
I don't know what I am
I don't know if I am
It's one AM and I want you
It's one AM and I want you

One AM

Oddrun: vocal and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Torbjørn: vocal, instrumental and vocal composition
Mastering: Njål Frode Lie
Poem: William Blake
"Ah! Sun-flower" is a poem by William Blake, published in his collection Songs of Experience in 1794. The poem explores themes of longing, weariness, and the human desire for something beyond earthly existence, using the sunflower as a symbol.

Thank you from my heart Oddrun, it`s always good working with you and to see how things finds its natural way

Poem: William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go

Ah! Sun-Flower. Oddrun Eikli. Torbjørn Vagle

The blue stag tells the vocation to the young Indians.

blue stag

From the next Mood Exhibit album "Welcome Anomaly", coming late September/early October.
A return to electronic sounds with a slight experimental edge

Mood Exhibit - Dense Sortings

This amazing remix brought to you by Gary Rees : https://soundcloud.com/gary-rees-since-87

Original track - https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/charge-coupling

Check out our new collaboration https://soundcloud.com/gary-rees-since-87/last-call-enigmacurry-remix

Charge Coupling (Gary Rees remix)

Gary = Music & Strings
@enigmacurry = Music, FX & Production

S. Atlantic Drift - Gary Rees and EnigmaCurry

This is for Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge # 309 

A collaboration with @gary-rees-since-87

bitter winter wind
ends there —
sound of the sea

Sea Levels - Gary Rees and EnigmaCurry (naviarhaiku309)

EnigmaCurry

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