Featured Artist - Ian the Magi©️Ian from Wales. Master of Korg and epic human being and musical love spreader. good luck scrolling to the end of Ian's list haha It's longer than anyones I think. Magic man is a super musician and song writer - Check out Magi©ian™ (Making music make a difference) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/6aFi6BE6o39xvz7wTn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

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HIGH NOON / Da House is Burning 🫵🏽*💥*🙇🏻*🔥*⭕️*🎧*🧨*🎏*❤️‍🔥*🙏🏽*🫵🏽*🎧

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    AND drop me your tune to add to the serious play play list and - even better  - initiate your own! 

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Friday, July 25th 2025 - HIGH NOON / Da House is Burning.......... 🫵🏽*💥*🙇🏻*🔥*⭕️*🎧*🧨*🎏*❤️‍🔥

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Silent Preach

78_ Warning for Our Own Egoism - released on 15 April 2025 only on SoundCloud

What came to my mind in connection with the last election in Germany and was additionally inspired by Well's Sound of his “222" (https://on.soundcloud.com/ENju9cc1cmhc1H618): The only real existing problem we have in the world is egoism. We moan about how badly off we are, that everything is so expensive and that we can all do politics better than any others! ...instead of taking a step back and doing everything we can to make things better for our children and grandchildren. But that would mean that we would have to make concessions and take back our ego. That's just not on! 😮‍💨🫣 How dishonest it is to say that we are doing everything we can to make things better for our children. I can't really recognise that! 😔 #ambient #nodrums #onlybasses #trance #liverecording

(produced with BlocsWave & LaunchPad)

Warning for Our Own Egoism

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What if? – The Sea is Wide: How Long We Must Walk Alone // Filling Up Mix
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A meditation on distance, hope, and the long walk across the wide sea.
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Book of Romans 2025: Echoes in History, Rhymes Stuck //
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What if? – The Sea is Wide: How Long We Must Walk Alone // Filling Up Mix

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion
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[original track link]  https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-lotion-it-all-starts-here-rub-yourself-with-love-4thediscontent-mix?in=fictionalive/sets/the-lotion-revisited-voice/s-H953RcaYiaD&si=74b6939bc84a4d39b08545bbcec470ce&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing/


If the spirit moves you — feel free to create your own alternate take. 
Just say the word — DM @fictionalive

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Rub yourself with love. That’s where it all starts. 
— Enigma’s proud, Captain’s choice. Winning hearts since the very first drop.
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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion

דרך12    Through 12

יואב רבן : בס
עמית אליאסי - תופים ,סינטי - כלי הקשה בונגס
 עופר טיסר - תופים אלקטרוניים  + גיטרה חשמלית 
אלון אבנת -שירה סינטי מילים + קולות
נבו סבוראי - דיבור + מילים
הוקלט  בהופעה במזקקה 
מסטרין : חדר זמני

שיר שחול  תיקשורתי לעזה     media bereavement song to Gaza

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

i'd like to thank all sc artists who are speaking out .. about a bigger picture than our own musical ambitions. Beautiful Dark, U.Poet, Codex Scrolls, Rock Izy, Fiction Alive, Zone Cruiser, Babalon Anon .. there are so many others.. forgive my recall, i'm emotional today.

Hands in pocket

n & n

מוזיקה ואלקטרוניקה
נרדי
Elia Meir Savorai
נבו סבוראי

מופק באולפני חדר זמני

 A Tribute to Carlos Castaneda


The Hunter       תסרב

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What's Coming: Freedom in Frequency+ // 
Soul Maniacs live @ Damm, Zürich / Switzerland 
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two cover versions performed by the Soul Maniacs, a collective based in Zürich, Switzerland.
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Streetplayers are the pulse—urban troubadours weaving raw life into every beat and rhyme.  
They own the streets’ secrets and stories, turning the daily grind into art and anthem.  
More than performers, they’re navigators of culture’s undercurrent—voices of unfiltered truth.  
In every corner, their signal sparks connection: streetwise poetry alive and thriving.  

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Soul Maniacs- A collective soul & funk band

Soulmaniacs is a Zurich based band created in 1998. Through out the years, the band has become a collective featuring numerous musicians from the Swiss scene.

From streetplayers to one of the nation’s finest live acts, the Soul Maniacs now own every stage—in ever-shifting formations and set-ups. Why? ‘Coz they are a musicians’ collective, established 1998.  

Explore the Soul Maniacs here:  
online base https://www.soulmaniacs.ch / or 
Insta: https://www.instagram.com/soulmaniacs_zh or on 
youtube: https://de.soulmaniacs.ch/live-performance 
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This phone recording captured the Soul Maniacs live as a four-man (yes, no she’s on stage tonight) line-up at one of Zürich’s hidden gastronomic pearls— Damm, a true hideout close to everything, down by the river, on a beautiful Friday evening: July 11, 2025, around 7 pm Central European hot Summer Time.  

Explore the Damm (www.fuerdich.ch/damm)

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Wednesday, July 30, 2025  
time: 9:33 pm  
Central European hot Summer Time  
today: not so so much  

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What's Coming: Freedom in Frequency+ // the Soul Maniacs live @Damm in Zürich, Switzerland

Lots of subtle guitar layers on this.

Downloadable

A kaleidoscope sea,
waves folding into triangles and circles
as if the ocean had learned to play with blocks. 
Above, the sun unravels into bright shards, 
scattering like toys in the sky. 
It feels joyful, almost innocent. 
Yet every color carries a hush. 
Summer is only tidying up its games before slipping quietly away.

Polygon Equinox

Polygon Equinox ↧

Spirit (2025)

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Elegant People Lament

a reprise

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original production july 2012, not uploaded
original file retouched october 2025, uploaded

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fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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original production file creation date
july 18th 2012, 4:27 pm

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saturday, october 18th, 2025
3 am central european time zone
in the middle of an autumn night
13 years later in the making


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Elegant People Lament

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

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