this is another mental dimension🫠😶‍🌫️😭

Vibration that meditates, beats breathing in color, groove turns to gravity, soul in motion, stillness in disguise. ✨🎶

I like it, dark and brillant at the same time, great voice too

I love the instrumental parts inbetween, great song!

Very nice...I think I even detect a drop of acid. Drags me back to the day.

Very cool and immersive vibes and I really like this glissando Synth

Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GOTH ROCK | YT VID

A fire burning dark-goth-rock song about how love is now dead & gone but the memory still remains! The forever longing continues to haunt but we can only re-visit the grave, re-visit the once cherished love of all loves...sadly, it's now, all-only-dust!

Music: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by GRENZLICHT in Germany | Vocals: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA

Cover Art Design & Video: Graphics & Light FX by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | AI Royalty Free Heart/Thorn/Vines Image

Old Energy, YT Vid Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vja0TOjvfSU

Our other track, Bottle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vhVGS2PHi8

Listen to the amazing music of GRENZLICHT here: https://soundcloud.com/grenzlicht

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved

Old Energy - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]
 
Wo Oh Oh Oh
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ow
Old times
When we were alive

Old time energy 
It's comin' over me, me
Just wanna feel you 
In my veins

Babe we are long gone
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
In the grave, grave

Eh Ee Yeah
Ahn Wo Wo Wo
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Wo Oh How

Well, well, well
We are once alive
Heart to heart

Once alive 
In that old time energy
That keeps me movin' on
Even though we are 
Lost and gone, Yeah
Lost and gone Babe, Oo

Yeah Ee Yeah
Can you hear me callin'
Do you hear me call
Call your name, a name

And the fire burns me
In, in the grave
In the ground
It's only dust

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved



Old Energy 24 bit final

Old Energy

Old Energy - Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | DARK GOTH ROCK| YT VID

Meditation Vibration

A few months back, anyone landing on this page was extended an invitation to….“come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.”  Well, took a while, but I reckon the word’s getting out amongst the broken hearted - this smoky little back-alley jazzabilly joint been seeing some semi-decent crowds lately.  Might have to add a couple more tables over there in that side area where we been storing the old feltless pool table.   

I dunno, maybe there really are a lot of lonely hearts out there, looking for companionship.  But my bet is that the real draw here is the new act on stage, as the house band is now joined by two long-time Atlanta musicians - Herb Avery and his Hammond organ, and Randy Hunter with his saxophone.   

For this version of the house theme song (aka The Blue Room), not only is my fumbly-finger organ solo replaced with Randy’s stellar saxophone, but I’ve put together a new intro, much more fitting for the new instrumentation.   And btw, brother Herbert not only plays his Hammond on the song, but that’s him you’ll hear playing the background lounge piano as the track opens.

So yeah, come set for a spell (whether you're loved or not), and let Randy & Herb show you their stuff.   

(Original version is here:) https://soundcloud.com/bruceavery/the-blue-room?si=36546f88f147427aba1593bf85a7ec1f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Blue Room - version 2 w/sax & B3

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :) 

Original vector graphic: "https://de.vecteezy.com/gratis-vektor/kopf-silhouette"

Synesthesia

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

© Joe Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

* Subjective observations
* Selective square dance calls
* Abbreviated golden rule

DoRight

Never have a care or want
Sing out a playful tune
By the famed authority 
Of the silver spoon

Weave the Ring
Dosado 
Alamo style

Fortunes of the pedigree
Afforded to few
Among peers so cavalier 
The devil gets his due 
 
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
  
Ladies In
Men Sashay
Couples Trade
Wheel and Deal 
Yea

Write the rules for all the fools
With style and a smile
Another game played without shame 
Leaving all beguiled

Bend the Line
Ferris Wheel
See Saw 

A never ending story
Of natural selection
For all the fame and glory
And progression of succession  

Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you 

Spin the Top
Walk and Dodge
Box the Gnat 
Shoot the Star 
Yea

DoRight

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

A New wild ride with my talented friend https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

A slightly different mix of a track I have posted already. This one has the drums coming in a little earlier in the song. I'll have this mixed properly and mastered at some point.  Lindsey Kay Scott, my daughter,  is singing the lead on this song.

© 2024 Lyrics & Music By Brenda Doss (BMI) and Lindsey Kay Scott (ASCAP)
Another version with the lyrics are here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HlK8AfD7cum2rXkYeX

My Home - Remix

My Home - Remix - ft. Lindsey Kay Scott

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Me Myself and I

A Musical Journey of FlexHead
Best known as a local Northern California Funk Band, FlexHead and their sound have developed and grown in popularity since 2015. Influenced by the community, culture, and sounds of their hometown, they perform music that speaks to fans across the musical spectrum. Their signature style has become synonymous with a diverse collection of melodies and compositions. This Funk Band is on the rise, and nothing can stop them from achieving the success they work so hard for. 

Contact FlexHead at FlexHeadFunk@gmail.com

Meditation Vibration

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