Fascinating opening of the soundtrack... A majestic job!!👌💯

Very high end skills I must say, Franck !!!

Film soundtrack quality .... superb orchestral ambiance

Little to say but... enjoy !!

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson: original instrumental theme on keys and drums, vocals.
Ruizzoidman: lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars, production.
Mahatma Ghandi: speech at Inter Asian Conference, 02/04/1947

Lyrics:

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Recognising one another
as a friend, as a true brother.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

By sectarian politicians
humankind is being confronted.
Now is the time (2)
Troubles they want us to see,
people live them more easily.
Now is the time (2)
We need pragmatism …

We’re all part of minorities,
the red haired or left handed.
Now is the time (2)
No more talk about left or right,
no more minding if black or white.
Now is the time (2)
We need global thinking …

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Love flows freely in every heart.
Revolution inside each one.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

It's The Time (with Janine Levinson)

I took this one down a little while ago to fix up the structure, and I think its internal balance is better now. Ultimately I think it will sit best as Part II of a three part larger track. Just need to write the other parts now!

Crazy Sad

Epic, Cinematic and Orchestral Music
Picture from iStock, Peepo.
Music by Franck Charles ©
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrl0kobXmU8

Conquest

Lyrics:
Overthinking, overrun by something you can't see.
Where were you when skies were blue, and I was underneath?
Everyone has got a ton of things you won't believe.
Everybody come on let's be jolly, and thankful that we can be.
Happy here with no more fear and know that we can be.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.
>>>>>>>>
No more sinking, no more sand, no way to get away.
No one's thinking, but head's are shrinking.
Reduced by things you say.
No one knows just where it goes, I guess we will just wait and see.
Come on down or go around. Give us just what we need.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.

Another Play

Collab with HyLGZ22 https://soundcloud.com/user-618736932 and Franz Liszt (quotes from his beautiful "La Chapelle de Guillaume Tell").
HyLGZ22 kindly let me play with his music. I added strange electro sounds and some mathematical results on topology.
 It's cool to take control of the sound ! I like to take control !

Relax ! I Take Control

Relax ! I Take Control (HyLGZ22 & Damga)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

When someone from your youth wants to reconnect with you.. but you need to make them understand that the Universe sends us on different paths, and that "Everything Happens for a Reason"..  We all grow up, and I'm grateful for the age of wisdom. I wish those who need to hear these words, Love and Light, Contentment and Peace.  

Copyright 2023 Nat Daniels / Gentle Rain Records
Written/Performed/Produced: Nat Daniels

Lyrics:
Sleeping Satellites

I didn’t come round here to open up a scar
I didn’t come to make amends
I only wanted you to know that I once cared
Sitting on your pretty fence..

Time has, gone by
But you and I were like Sleeping Satellites…
But I can’t heal you   
You’re the one that has to find your line of sight 

Sleeping Satellites….

Chorus:
But you still see a fairy tale 
We were young and unprepared  
And for a time I loved you,
But you’re just bored and now she’s being mean
But no one is perfect  
And yet you cling to this dream..

Your life with her is worth the fight
I send you all my love and light
But Baby we were never more than  
Sleeping Satellites 
No we were Nothing more

Bridge: 
We both grew up …
And now You must see …  

Chorus: 
Some things aren’t meant to be  
I’ll always be your first love 
Your first in many things
But I can’t be your living dream
No matter how she’s hurt you 
Just tell her what you Need

I send you all my love and light
But Baby we were Never more than 
Sleeping Satellites, Sleeping Satellites
No we were nothing more than Sleeping Satellites
Sleeping Satellites

Sleeping Satellites

Sleeping Satellites - Nat Daniels

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

Recording sessions from 16/08/2023 - 03/09/2023.
1 track MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
1 track Monopoly (vst KORG),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
1 track Drums (vst Addictive Drums),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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A very long time ago, humans took nature's example on a large number of things with delicacy and respect, which was very beneficial to them.
Then as man's intelligence developed, he tried to do better than nature by respecting it as much as possible.
By trying to circumvent the laws of nature, she will turn against the one who outrageously hurts her because in everything there is a price to pay and here we are at dawn.

Il y a très longtemps, les humains prenaient avec délicatesse et respect, l'exemple de la nature sur un très grand nombre de choses, ce qui leur était très bénéfique.
Puis à mesure que l'intelligence de l'homme se développait, il essayait de faire mieux que la nature en la respectant autant que possible.
A force de chercher à contourner les lois de la nature, elle se retournera contre celui qui lui fait outrageusement mal car dans tout il y a un prix à payer et nous voici à l'aube.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - 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.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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Monkey Kata

Lava Dog by Jeamland & WÜST

Voices In My Head

Desolate in the Night

Welcome to my SoundCloud page and thank you for listening. I’m a composer from France located in the US.  I'm very passionate about electronic and orchestral music. I'm also very happy and proud to join the great SoundCloud community with all the wonderful talent.
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