glad I kept this treat for later like a good girl - everything at the right time - this is fire

DubbyTripp'dFluidityDripsFromEveryBarBrothers.

RIDDIM IS TUFFFF STUFFFF, FLOW IS VERY TIGHT, NICE SPIT

SOLID GOLD BABIES...GROOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

what a cool rap, music, production! it's quite catching

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Listen to the other parts of this series and the upcoming album:
1. https://soundcloud.com/kapellmeister-krause/guilt
2. https://soundcloud.com/kapellmeister-krause/repentance
3. https://soundcloud.com/kapellmeister-krause/forgiveness
5. https://soundcloud.com/kapellmeister-krause/grace

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"Purification" is the fourth piece in a 7-part suite of the upcoming album "Transformation". The sixth piece, “Comfort” is set to be released in december 2025. The full album will be completed in the new year (God willing).

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Created and conducted 2025
by Kapellmeister Krause

Transformation

Purification

Rythmic and noisy song from a jam, later mastered and produced in  Dark Zoo Home Studio Recordings

R&N (16)

Lost Glory

Some Heaven. (Feat: Lioness Pinky🦁

Sampled from genius fr0ggy5  https://on.soundcloud.com/Su0DIngj0THEe1taaW

Frog Prog - TV Lies

Sparks (For two + guitars)

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin - All instruments and vocals.
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Tuning: Double Drop B
Instruments: Acoustic guitar, Slide Guitar, Bass, Shaker, Tambourine, Earbud can, Harmonica, Triple Maracas, Cowbell.

Lyrics:
I am the man they call Sue Monday
I used to ride in Tennessee
They finally caught me on a Sunday
Now they gonna crucify me

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

Caught me some red legs down in Georgia
Where they been burnin’ down the mills
They had our sisters in their saddles
And I got me four and twenty kills

Yeah they were dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right

She must be wonderin’ where I am now
She must be lookin’ for me
But I’m locked up in Louisville, Kentucky
And they are never gonna set me free free free

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right





Historical References:
https://www.counterpunch.org/2020/12/25/i-am-the-man-they-call-sue-mundy-civil-war-kentuckys-female-confederate-guerrilla/

https://www.womenhistoryblog.com/2014/05/exile-of-the-roswell-mill-women.html

Note: The phrase "dancin' on nothin'" is an archaic or idiomatic expression that means to be hanged or executed by hanging.

Red Legs - https://civilwaronthewesternborder.org/encyclopedia/red-legs

Youtube Podcast by Ron Coddington from Military Images Magazine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrMToQTdAAw



Dancin' on Nothin'

Cyberfunk

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
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— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — demo version drop

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Potato mash techno

@emilycoy  @fox-mew
Now,You listening,the old school hip-hop, with the powerful voice of Emily Coy. Expanding the culture!

West's Love.(Lion Zion Ft. Emily Coy)

You know in summer, when the weather has been very hot, yes I know for a change, and after the heatwave it rains, I love that. There is this amazing smell of the earth and I can also feel this refreshing breeze on my skin......just beautiful mother earth. Copyright protected ©

This song I have made to demonstrate the style that I do, I hope you like and do not forget to comment which is something that helps me a lot.

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The old color before

Lyrical Fire - MICelium / @micelium
Music, production, and mix - DMonroe / @fatpockets

MICelium X Fat Pockets - Last Chance

I thought i would set my self a challenge with this original chilled trip-hop dub styled instrumental soundtrack, it is entirely created from a single 0.136 sec sample i recorded over the woods of a fly lifting up from a flower, I transformed the sample by mainly time stretching or using pitch shift and morphing the sounds through filters, effects and eq, all the sounds, beats and everything you hear are created from the one fly sample which i added to the beginning of the track just to show you how short and meaningless it is but how it can be transformed giving a full 100% fly flavour with which i take no responsibility for if you are attacked by millions of fly's by playing this track! lool Peace :D  

100bpm
Key of Fly

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In memory of the great psychedelic hero's who changed our perceptions of what is really going on around us and the first release and Free download as a big thanks for all the support and great vibes only available on Subwav Record Promotions details below. This is a rare original clubfungus trance mix that has been requested a number of times and featuring the very kool spoken word of Terrance Mckenna and taken from The Tree of Knowledge Series on the DMT experience! Knowledge is Power! Massive respect also goes out to Aldous Huxley, Timothy Leary, Brian Barritt and Barry Mason who was also a dear friend of mine! RIP See you on the other side dudes! Celebrate life! Peace :)  

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