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BEING A COLLECTIVE BEYOND LANDS AND LAKES

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Jonn Hart & LoveRance VS Still Fresh (Dramantic Remix)

Departure Lane

DANCE OF CHLORIS
Music: Exploderamera & Prog Rock Dan
Lyrics: Exploderamera
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See how she moves, dancing across the field,
treading so gracefully
Small steps with bare feet
All that she touches sprout, and it will come to life.

Soft grass
Bird song
Green leaves
...All that she does.
Snow melt
Frogs croak
Babbling brook
...All that she does.

Eyes in the shadows see ,they watch her every move.

He watch how she moves, dancing across the field
Beauty and youth moving so gracefully
She makes the flowers grow,
and her breath melts the snow
All that she touch wakes up and comes to life, 
to life, to life

Soft grass
Bird song
Green leaves
...All that she does.
Snow melt
Frogs croak
Babbling brook
...All that she does.

See how she moves, dancing across the field
Beauty and youth moving so gracefully
She made the apples grow,
so bountiful on the trees, tasty and sweet.

Eyes in the shadows see, they watch her every move.
Cold winds begin to blow, he has come to take her now.
Wind fills the empty field, leaves and flowers fall.

Dance of Chloris (Revisited)

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Songwriting und Lyrics by René Methner / Recorded by Para Lia / Mix und Master by Lakesidestudio, Berlin

Para Lia:
René Methner - Gitarre, Vocal, Synth
Cindy Methner - Vocal
Michael Schlottke - Bass
Emanuel Mukow - Drums
Remo Ender - Gitarre
Dennis Grund - Mellotroneffekt-Gitarre

Cover art: RM, Foto by Heiko Portale

PSYCHALOVIC SONIC SONGS FOR LOVERS AND SURVIVORS

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with the cream of the jest
at the wheel we are blessed

with shrill and loud disputes
straight ahead the downwards route

in neverland

infantile speech for the dumb
for all the sheeps

we are underestimated rats
gold-givers for spoiled cats

in neverland

s.o.s. we lose contact with the cell
in the end we lose contact with ourselves
in neverland

Para Lia - Neverland

This is a track from my album TALES OF A NOMAD, a collection of impressions from decades of living a nomadic life for professional reasons.

'78, The Woods, And The Lake

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – open.spotify.com/album/42qOeOxPcclsxwxlPynFfL – Chris – Gretch bass, Guild Pelora electric guitar, SoundStone on a Harley Benton electric guitar, vocals, composition, mix, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – organ
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Roland Phantom synth
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Les Paul custom electric guitar

This song began as a mostly fully fleshed out idea from Chris. He presented it to the rest of Eclectic Collective as a bass line with a rhythm guitar chugging the goove. Awesomely powerful groove, but pretty stripped down compared with the final version.

We did this in an odd order this time, for no particular reason. Probably because Chris' bass groove was so strong, Mark was able to first add his ripping organ throughout, inspired by Deep Purple. Tez, again surprisingly, was able to add the fiery solos at the end and the intro, even before the drums were up. Although, we didn't have to wait long for that, because Ken filled them in perfectly, as he always does. Once the structure and rhythm section was complete, Josh decided to add the synth solo in the middle, at the crescendo, which he really enjoyed doing. Stephen came last to the party, but replaced Chris' rudimentary rhythm guitar with a fierocious, but more riff oriented, and less chordy line throughout.

Once it was in the bag, Chris was the natural choice to mix it, since his productions are always top quality, and it was his song to begin with. During the production, he also decided to add the guitar, including the an e-bow like device called a SandStone that sounds a bit like a synth, and vocal tones to the middle and end. He also added the vocalizations you hear in those parts, as well.

This is an example of an Eclecitic Collective song started by Chris, whose music we adore and with whom are always excited to work. His music is all amazing; check out his page if you haven't already. He is also on Spotify, which is where you'll find his new album, which is amazing! We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

The Collective - (Eclectic Collective) song by CGManess

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اعملوا فولو للاستماع لكل الاغاني الجديده حصريا soundcloud.com/exclusivesongs

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Nassay

كلام عينيه - شيرين

شيرين - الوتر الحساس

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai 
 Beete lamhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai2
 Beete lamheinnnnn

 Chand lamhaat ke vaaste hi sahi 
 Mushkura kar mili thi mujhe zindagi2

 Teri aagosh din the mere kate 
 Teri baaahon mein thi mere raatien kati
 OoOOooOOO OO

 Aaj bhi jab woh pal mujhko yaad aate hain 
 Dil se saare gumo ko bhoola jate hai 
 Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai 
 Beete lamhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai2

 Beete lamheinnnnn

 Mere kandhein mein sar ko Jukana Tera
 Mere sene mein khud ko chupana teraa2

 Aake mere panaho mein shaam-o-seher
 Kanch ki trah woh tut jana tera

 OoOOooOOO OO

 Aaj bhi jab woh manzar nazar aate hai
 Dil ki viraniyon ko mita jate hai 

 Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai 
 Beet lamhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai2

 Beete lamheinnnnn
 Dard Mein .....Beete lamheinnnnn

Dance of Chloris (Revisited)

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