Name: CROSSOVER INDIE by fpmorinstudio
Duration: 3 min 15 s
Description: original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin musician composer indie

Soothing pads and arrangement. Wonderful composition

🤜🤛👍😊Fantastic work my friend!!

Hi my friend, thank you very much for the great comments FP

wonderful...so good...and i love this cats

Artists are warriors⚔️of a sort—we feel fear trying to control us yet we continue to create & slay our demons. Inspired by Joan of Arc, The Legend of Zelda, & a personal hero’s journey. I’m excited to share my next #collab! “Do it Anyway” with German-American prog-rockers 12 Below!

Written by Kate Stanton
Arranged and Produced by 12 Below

Look around you
foreign land
a language you don't understand
all alone
take a deep breath
feel it in your soul
you know (you know)
that you know
so
let's take a little journey 
inside ourselves

Do you think the hero feels the same?
but they go and do it anyway.
Do you think the coward feels the same?
much like the hero
does it anyway
just do it anyway

Beneath the cave 
there lies a tool
it's round yet taut
too sharp for fools
focused on the need to finish
wield your weapon low
diminish. Heal.
The threat's got no hold on you
take what you can from her land
she is enough and knows it now
twists the fabric
snaps back in time
Let's take a little journey
outside ourselves

Do you think the hero feels the same?
but they go and do it anyway.
do you think the coward feels the same?
much like the hero
does it anyway
just do it anyway

Do it anyway
Do it anyway...

Do you think the hero feels the same?
but they go and do it anyway.
do you think the coward feels the same?
much like the hero
does it anyway
just do it anyway...

Do It Anyway (with 12 Below)

For the Soundcloud peeps, apologies, after a long hiatus I'm going to start spamming you with songs as I'm once again embarking on FAWM (February Album Writing Month). I can't recommend it highly enough if you're a songwriter, it's simply the best part of my year!


LYRICS

There is no good news anymore
Only horror piled on endless horror
I can’t lift my eyes up off the floor
To take in this hellscape by Goya
My brain shuts down
I can’t hear the sound
Of the stoney-faced woman on my TV

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

I make my round of charitable donations
But it never really feels enough to me
Marching past the young charity workers
Pretend I’ve got an urgent place I gotta be
‘Cause my heart can’t cope
In this vacuum of hope
I just stare into the middle distance

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

And my brain shuts down
I can’t hear the sound
Of the stoney-faced woman on my TV

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

Can someone good be so numb?
Can someone good be so numb?

Numb

Pomrčina Mjeseca

a meandering ukulele, a track of chorus guitar and a track of ring-modulated guitar, and a couple of synths...

Random Leavings (On Dead Shadows)

Brian Butts - Guitars, Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Master Mix
Cosmic Keanu - Vocals, Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics:
Integrity in truth
Purity in obedience to God
Tranquility in spirit
Realization in faith

Be strong in the Lord
Put on the armor of God
For the struggle is fought
Not against flesh and blood
But against the forces of darkness
And the schemes of the evil one

Stand firm
Resist
On the evil day
Stand firm
Against the spiritual forces
of wickedness
in heavenly places

With every prayer and request
At all times in the spirit
With this in view
Be alert with all perseverance
So speak with boldness
As you ought to speak

On that day the deaf will hear
And those who are blind will see
The afflicted and needy will rejoice
For the ruthless will come to an end
And the scorner will be finished

Woe to the rebellious
Who rely on oppression

Astrarium

The Evil Day (feat. Cosmic Keanu)

Video; https://youtu.be/17qzSi96Xnw

Made in #Ableton (November 2024)

Genres:
#Electronic
#Pop
#Rock
#Experimental

https://hega.bandcamp.com/

Protection

Cast of characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–electric guitar, composition, mix, and production
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and electric piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass 
Mistermark --  @user-432503709 — Mark — production engineering

This song began its life all the way over in on the other side of the pond, where our frequent collaborator, Artur wrote it on his electric guitar. Being a fan of surf music, he composed this awesome piece with The Eclectic Collective in mind. He shared it with the group through Tez, who was first to respond to Artur's guitar with his own, creating a psychedelic base of sound for the rest of us to add to. 
  Ken was up next, laying down his always exciting drums and percussion. Josh, of course, followed straight behind him, now that he had a beat to play to. JJ came soon after, laying in his ethereal organ and dancing electric piano. Last, but not least, Stephen laid in a really trippy acoustic arpeggio based acoustic guitar part to kick it to the next level.
  Of course, every great song needs a great producer. But before we even started the song beyond what Artur and Tez laid down at the beginning, Mark deftly separated Artur's basic beat from the music. Amazing what technology can do these days! For rest of the production, we tapped the very talented Tez to do the honors, which he did perfectly.
  This song marks about half a dozen we've done with Artur. We're all big fans of his unique surf rock sound, and jump at the chance to collaborate with him. If you like what we've done here, you should check out his page, as it's loaded with gems in the same strain. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Flow Of Life-Eclectic Collective

Poetry and Concept:  (Peter: 1234567890) @soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Arrangement & Production: @david-dunhamuser589535203
Piano Accompaniment: Debra Buesking
______________________________
The first time I heard these words from Peter I was getting ready for the day....looking in the mirror.  I could have written this.  I might have chosen different words but the sentiment was definitely the same. And so I decided that since my hair has gone decidedly gray maybe today would be a good day to update my profile photo.   I celebrate rather than lament the passing of time.

Thank you, Peter, for the honor of letting me embellish your words with my piano. And thank you, David, for your wonderful insight and creativity in production.  
___________________________


.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels (1234567890/Peter aka @user-264930040)

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels . 1234567890 with help from Dunham & Buesking

original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin musician composer indie

CROSSOVER INDIE

Melodic electronic genre, it combines an relaxing feel with a heavy, driving drum beats and shimmering, dynamic synthesizers.

I just want a  feeling

01 - Era 2 - Vocal Codex - Lord of Wind 3
02 - SA - KO - High Strings - Shards Grid
03 - SA - KO - Low Brass - Dopplers Grid + Pulsing Momentum

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 I do play Music for the love of it, playing guitar,  percussionist  ,composing  on a computer and Guitar, Piano, creator of mood and sound design

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