This is a great piece. I like the lyrics; they convey many important aspects. The music is tasteful and supports the narrative perfectly!

@user-919732565: trés heureux, merci bien, Jacques!

Great piano licks… beautiful lyrics💯⭕️🚀

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But Hey, There Is Hope—Not Just Endlessly: Spin Again! // Anniversary 10 Mix

Nerdi Meir Elia Savorai - Guitar, Vocals, Mixing, Electronics, Musical composition.

Nevo Savorai - Vocals, Lyrics, Artistic adviser.

הוקלט והופק באולפני "חדר זמני"
מסטרין : אליה נרדי מאיר סבוראי
credits
released September 24, 2025
ח & ח : Nerdi Meir Elia Savorai + Nevo Savorai

סימן לחופש - A sign of freedom

Some extra hope from pea head for the brave souls headed to bring food to our friends in Gaza. I tried to make a native american flute sound like a boat. Let's go heart. We sing 'Hope and Heart, Here we are' throughout the narration and are joined by the sea and some gulls for some more natural power. An Indian Sitar also enters for some string power. Low pitched drums give them some tribal heart beat too. Let's go, this is the most basic of rights.... Allow people eat and it's now weaponised against people and the majority of humans find any excuse to be quiet about it and thats why its happening. I'd be a terrible father if I was on that boat with the ages my kids are but this is all I know so let's go music and lets go peace and lets get those children.... Those human beings fed!


Flotilla of Hope

Throughout:
Hope and Heart, Here we are

Show our soul
Show our sane
Show we know to feed now
Sail
Pure power to you
Be gone sulphuric drone
Hate can't mute heart
If this hope we clone

Oh fine flotilla
Great humanity
We pray a path for your good sanity
Show them we're here
Show them we care
Show them new hope
To add to their prayer

Brave brother and sisters
The sith won't win
Forward fearless knots
Al Nakba to thin
No highjacked god can stop your love
The world is watching with most human dove

Feed the children
Sustenance of normal
Show them human hearts can hold them
Give real rights
Help them survive
Show them Earth has loving eyes

Flotilla of Hope
Our greater good
Flushed fear because we know we should
Aside evolution selection awaits
If heart can win and protect these traits

God power good humans
To all of you
Here's praying your hearts can make it through
Show the kids were here to break hate wall
Show the true love can prevail for all

Flotilla of Hope

I take the same old, bumpy bus home from work every day. No matter how loud I turn up the music on my headphones, the old vehicle's creaking and creaking can always be heard. So one of my trips home, I recorded and layered in its creaking so you can hear it too. :D

21, to home

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Drifting Tide (Remix)

Some nice sounds with my Friends, 
so good that i have a Team like that,
Schmitt - Guitar
lofi Menta - Bass https://soundcloud.com/user-672449547
Joerxworx - Saxophon https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Ratzzz - Keys im Fuchsanzug

Lunatics 248 the lucky Strike / lofi Menta - Schmitt - Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Seven years ago, Oddrun and I released a beautiful collaboration titled “Smile” — a heartfelt reinterpretation of the timeless theme from Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times (1936) 🎬.  Born from a melody that once underscored silent emotions on screen, our version gave it a new voice — tender, human, and full of light.  For some reason, it never made its way to my SoundCloud page… until now. It feels like the right moment to share this piece again — a little fragment of beauty we both cherished.
 I hope it touches you as it once touched us. ✨

Arrangements by Charles Chambaz 
All instruments, effects are performed by myself. 
For more information, see my public Profile
Vocals by Oddrun (@oddrun-eikli)

Smile: A Charles(music) & Oddrun(vocal) Collaboration

■概要(Overview)
勇気を出して気持ちを伝えてみよう！・・そんな感じの曲です。
長く使っているオーディオインターフェース(UA-4FX)の調子が悪いので、買い替える事になりました。この曲はUA-4FXを使って作った、最後の曲です。寂しいな。次回からは新しい機材です。
※絵はAIに描いてもらいました

Gather up the courage to express your feelings! That's the kind of song it is.
My audio interface (UA-4FX) that I've been using for a long time is malfunctioning, so I've decided to buy a new one. This is the last song I made using the UA-4FX. I'll be sad. From next time onwards, I'll be using new equipment.
*The picture was drawn by AI.

■更新履歴
2025.10.20 音のバランスを微調整(Fine-tune the sound balance)

■歌詞
「ちぎった今を」
冷たい冬が来る前に
積もり積もった気持ちを伝えよう

乾いたのどを潤した夏の水
空っ風に吹かれ消えてしまうさ
泳ぎ切った日の事は遠く幻で
その人の顔も忘れてしまう

失うことは怖すぎるね
いっそ秋の風の吹く方にまかせ
上手くいかないと決まった訳じゃない
天国なのか地獄かなんか　風に聞くさ


変わってしまう景色なら
今をちぎって　届けよう気持ちを

人の気持ちはわからないさ
きっと秋の空のように変わる
立ち上がる時さ勇気ふり絞って
ちぎった今を届けたならば強くなれる

ああ　時を　巻き戻せたなら
ああ　今を　生きる　
今を・・

■Lyrics (translation)
"Before Winter Comes"
Before the cold of winter arrives,
Let me tell you the feelings you've kept buried deep.
The summer water that once soothed your thirsty throat
Will be swept away by the dry winter wind.
The day you swam through it all now feels like a distant dream,
Even that person’s face begins to fade.
Losing something is terrifying, isn’t it?
So maybe just follow the direction of the autumn breeze.
It’s not like failure is already decided—
Whether it’s heaven or hell, ask the wind.
If the scenery around you is bound to change,
Then tear off this moment and send your heart with it.
You can’t always understand someone’s feelings,
They shift like the autumn sky.
But when it’s time to rise again, summon your courage—
If you deliver that torn moment, you’ll grow stronger.
Ah, if only I could rewind time...
Ah, I’ll live this moment—
This moment...

Before Winter Comes（ちぎった今を）

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