Fantastic and mesmerizing... can it be a "viola da gamba" the instrument heard at the beginning? Coul it be the same instrument with quite a great distortion effect later? Really beautiful piece! A pleasure to hear it!

@user-987081780: Not a gamba, I wish! that’s my Flying V with an effect

Daily Drops

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

✨ A warm song about the power of a simple smile.
Spread kindness. Feel the connection. 🌈
(This song portrays the gentle kindness found in everyday life)

Smile 

A smile I encounter
Overflows my heart
I don’t know why,
But it feels warm

Whether it's polite
Or kind of clumsy
I don’t know why,
But it feels warm

The charm of a smile
The power of a smile
It reaches everyone—
Warmth

A simple hello
From someone I like
And we exchange smiles
So warm

Even from someone I’m not fond of
If they smile at me
I don’t really know why,
But it feels warm

Why does it feel
So warm?

Is it my heart
That’s warm?

Is it your heart
That’s warm?

Maybe… it’s both
So warm

What lies beyond each smile—
I don’t really know,
But maybe it doesn’t matter

You smile at me
I smile back
More than words,
We understand each other

There’s no maze
In a warm smile
No need to overthink it
Just one clear, refreshing path appears

Walking that refreshing path
Bathed in sunlight and wind
I find myself smiling
All alone

Then I try to
Offer that smile
To someone I meet along the way—
At first, they’re surprised

But soon enough,
They start to smile
Say something like, “What’s that about?”
And we laugh together

Warmth
From smile to smile
Everyone can feel it—
That warmth!!

Smile

Recording sessions from 18/10/2024 - 15/12/2024.

***  Nothing to do with a very famous brand!
AUDI in Latin means "listening" and the R "recording"

presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork : Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements : Ableton-AKG-Arturia-Audacity-Cantabile-Focusrite
  Korg-M-Audio-MSI-Sony-SoundCloud-Teac-Techniks-Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

AUDI-R_218

An exploration of darkness halting the light.

Kroni

This is a remix of a song I did with Jeff Roberts and Rekha-Iyern [Fe] a few years ago.  I'd always felt it could've used a better mix since I didn't know jack shit back then about mixing.

Was lucky enough the first time around to have the great Jeff Roberts on bass and this second time, my EZDrummer 2 hacking was replaced by the mighty K2 and the Three- Ken Karasek on the drums. So thanks again to both those guys.


Bass, synth, a little rhythm guitar and all the groove you can handle - Jeff Roberts
Vocals, Lyrics - Rekha-Iyern [Fe] )
Lead and rhythm guitar, talk box , synth, music composition, mix, production - TexMex Shaman
Drums - K2 and the Three - Ken


Lyrics - REKHA-IYERN [Fe]
Give it Up '25

Oo Yeah
Ahn Yeah
Hey Hey
Hey Hey

Give it up Baby
Don't ya say maybe
Cuz' you know
It makes me
Totally crazy
And

You want
To give me
All of your love
You know it's true
You do me so
You do me so good
Baby I need
Your love

Give it up, Baby
Never say maybe
Cuz' you know it
Makes me feel
Totally, crazy good-good
Oh, Yeah-Yeah

You know you want to
Give me, your love, love, love
It always, makes me feel
So good, good, good
You touch my woman

Oh, Eh
Hey, Hey
Hey-Hey
Hahn, Oh
Ho, Ho, Oh

Babe, I need
Your good love
Your man-man in my
Woman-hood
Oo-Oo-Yeah

Give it Up '25

Chapter 243 of 266

Frequencies are everything.
Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 15 is now available exclusively on Bandcamp. 
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-15

TAFFETA VOLUMES 1-14 are all available on Bandcamp
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/

COVER YOUR TORSO WITH TAFFETA! Check out the official TAFFETA t-shirt!
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/merch/belial-pelegrim-official-taffeta-design

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical?si=d46fc7ad1b50446dadc7ce3ffe1a1b02&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

TAFFETA | 243

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/UUWMRv_sRh0

A dream pop excursion into the meaning of love...
Have you ever said those three words without meaning them?
Or ever heard them, but knew they were a lie?
Whispered without care, tossed into the void as a gesture of placation...
A preoccupation 
A mental vacation

A ticket to easy street
Or manipulation...

Actions always speak louder than words 🖤

Lyrics:

I used to think you had a heart
But now I know it fell apart
The emptiness you gave to me
Some cheap apology

I love you
(I love you)

I Love You

levetatha

Demo of my favorite song. It was written 2 years ago at Banger Zone contest and little modified, so I will upload it maybe this autumn. "Mir eto ad" means "world is hell" in russian. I think u r too smart to understand why

mir eto ad (demo)

Now im home again 
and i just want to say how much i missed you.
Evening haunts the room 
and all i want to be is where im at.
i know you know i know
somethings hidden underneath our purpose
Earth is dying a slow death
so whatever mind you made up is mine
whatever story you told is lost
whatever harm you caused has healed
In the great divide

Im just sad to see we didnt get the chance to live forever
whatever its dying a slow death.

This isint yours to take
This isint yours to evade
This isint yours to see --

divide hours

Ether

Just because.
My sincere thanks to David Dunham for his generosity in mastering my track. @david-dunhamuser589535203

Rather Strange

CROSSROAD.

======================


November 2024.

This is a more electronic composition with a small piano touch at the end.

I try to capture in music the decisions we must constantly make in life to follow our path. I've made some wrong decisions in my life... who hasn't? But at least I can say that I made them on my own and they weren't induced, even the wrong ones. That allows me to overcome, for the time being, any regret or frustration they may cause. I believe most are irreversible because they can cause unforeseen damage, even to other people, if you backtrack and choose another path.

Happy summer, everyone.



Cover art by Vilkasss (Pixabay)

Hardware. iPad 
DAW Music Studio 2
Mix…. Yes…yes… my car 🚘

24 Tracks MS2 and Old Forum Xewton
1 Track XPad
2 Tracks flowtones
2 Tracks Sunrizer
1 Track FM player


Next….First eclipse on mars.

Crossroad

Growth

When Everything Was Ours

A darkwave soundtrack, inspired by the dark side of human nature.
From my experience, some people dwell in a state of inner poverty. They are poor in character, in spirit, and in mind. 
These people are inherently cruel.
They cannot reciprocate love.
They are lacking in empathy.
They are the takers.
🖤
For those of use who are not like this, it is important to recognise these types of people and to protect ourselves from them.
Don't be fooled by their charms.
The red flags are always there to see, if you have the courage to look.
We will always be their source of parasitic satisfaction until we can see it.
🖤
This song is dedicated to those who are not like them.
To those who are not cruel enough to endure these kind of people and the sick society that is churning them out.
🖤
Stand in your power
Know your worth
You are beautiful 
Because you are kind 
🤍
Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/yBKAr1W3dtM

Hiwa

Not Cruel Enough

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

My bio does not matter at all.
Just listen. 
Be the sound. Be music.
Just be.

Llévame lejos

fectoper

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