Astonished and moved, I listen and hypnotized I fall silent in front of such beauty!!

Beautiful and evocative. Thoughts and prayers to everyone suffering from the wars of maniacs.

Yasuragi

Last Prayers

Parlarti d'amor di Flavio Pozzaglio Compositore Autore

Non è un sogno ma sei tu
la mia musica stasera
dolce come una poesia 
stiamo insieme se lo vuoi
Vorrei andar via
vorrei vivere domani
per cercare insieme a te
di giocare con la vita
lascia che sia
vero amore da domani
lascia la malinconia
tra le lacrime di ieri
donna sei qui e accarezzi i miei pensieri
non mi chiedere di più
ti darò amore se lo vuoi

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Passa il tempo insieme a te 
ma il ricordo non scolora
tutto è ancora amore mio 
come lo lasciammo allora
resta così tra le pagine ingiallite
quella foto dove tu salutavi con la mano
lascia che sia in un volo di gabbiani
qe in questo tempo che va via
noi per sempre innamorati

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti  …. d'amor.
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Talking to you of love - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

It's not a dream but it's you
my music tonight
sweet as a poem
we'll be together if you want
I would like to go away
I would like to live tomorrow
to search with you
to play with life
let it be
true love from tomorrow
leave the melancholy
between the tears of yesterday
woman you are here and caress my thoughts
don't ask me for more
I'll give you love if you want it

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Spend time with you
but the memory does not fade
everything is still my love
as we left him then
thus remains among the yellowed pages
that photo where you waved goodbye
let it be in a flight of seagulls
qe in this time that goes away
we forever in love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you…. of love.

Parlarti d'amor

Basado en la novela del escritor costarricense Jose Leon Sanchez. Quien sobrevivio mas de 30 años de prision en la Isla de San Lucas.

Basierend auf dem Roman des costaricanischen Schriftstellers Jose Leon Sanchez.  Der mehr als 30 Jahre im Gefängnis auf der Insel San Lucas überlebt hat.

Based on the novel by Costa Rican writer Jose Leon Sanchez.  Who survived more than 30 years in prison on the Island of San Lucas.

La Isla de los Hombres Solos

Children Of Kyiv

Shirley Barr is a lovely singer, composer and songwriter that I have had the honor of collaborating with. She wrote a beautiful text and sang it to one of my songs. Here is the result. ;)

Big and warm thanks Shirley for a very nice work and for your positive and cheerful attitude and help to lift this little piece of music. ;)

Listen to more of her lovely music and lyrics here: https://soundcloud.com/shirley_barr

Free From The Old - Seagull & Shirley Barr

Early Down Chaos

This is a story song. I called the two characters Max and Lilly for ease of reference when I was writing it. Best with headphones! 
V1- The smutty comment by Max is an old phrase some retired soldiers used to use in a depot I worked at in the late 1980’s. It made me laugh as a young man so thought I’d use it now. 
V2- my grandparents lived in a village near Stonehenge and I was also born there. Always wanted to include it in a song. 
Lilly’s dream is a recurrent day dream I used to have as a kid in the back of the car on family trips to the West Country. I always imagined the spirits of Ancient Britons watching the cars and the modern world and warning us about change…as you do!! Their world was rocked by the Roman invasion so they would know a lot about change!
V3 - I’m that age where we are losing friends and family. The hospital scene is something I’ve seen a lot of recently and so put Lilly into that setting. 
Hope you enjoy the song. 
James

Lyrics- It was like that then

Her shin had started bleeding, it wasn’t deep but really hurt
She’d tripped on his old cricket bat, his socks and dirty shirt
He was laughing from the bedclothes saying “don’t drip blood on my bed”
He was drinking in her nakedness and said ‘the hungry must be fed!’
She hopped across the bedroom, laughing as she fell
Into his arms and gently kissed him, and soon she could tell
Than another Sunday morning would be spent there in their bed
Loving without end, it was like that then

Jackdaws chatted in sunshine as they walked towards the stones
They saw some tourists in the distance, but in the field they were alone
They laid a blanket by a hedgerow, and lay there holding hands
Listening to the insects, they drank some wine and made their plans
And Air Force jets flew overhead, as she gently held him tight
And they stayed there undetected as the day turned into night
And a barn owl left its hiding place and swooped down on its prey
Loving without end, it was like that then

And she sensed the magic seep
From sarsen stones as sleep wrapped itself around her in the night
And she dreamt she saw a chariot, with warriors, swords and shields
Saying
“Live life to the full, grasp it hard, yes hold it tight
Savour and devour it, because nothing ever lasts
Don’t take things for granted, change comes hard and fast
Remember how it was, remember how it was”

She lay still in the bed, and looked out of the window,
It was too warm in the ward, she watched the falling sleet and snow
The kids had sent a card and it was on the bed beside her
She looked down at herself, at the gown, the tubes and cannula
She thought about the hard years, the arguments and debts
The everyday monotony, the things they said and should forget
And he woke up in the chair, and knew that he was losing her
Now and then, loving without end

“Don’t take things for granted, change comes hard and fast
Remember how it was, remember how it was”

(Loving) Loving without end, it was like that then
(Loving) loving without end, it was like that then
(Build a foundation), loving without end, it was like that then
(Build a foundation) loving without end, it was like that then

James Whiteman, Copyright 2021/22

It was like that then

This tune was released by Mariah Carey in 1993. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. 

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Free Download

Name That Tune #471 by Mariah Carey

not going 2 c u

Introduction in English:

A good thirty years ago I had a partner who had strict Catholic parents. She had four brothers who married in the strict Catholic spirit during the time we were together. 
I loved the free, unbridled, wild dancing at that time. But at those weddings, any passion was contained in a rigid religious call-and-dance ceremonial.   
My "salvation" was Bosza, a Croatian woman overflowing with warmth, cordiality and impetuous liveliness. She was the wife of my then partner's uncle, who himself had fled to Berlin decades ago from the all-suppressing Catholic morality.
And with Bosza I danced half the night away at the weddings. Most people hated us for it. But we were passionate soul mates.
After I separated from my former partner, I lost sight of Bosza for the last ten years. 
Until I received a year ago over a brother of my ex-partner by WhatsApp the message that Bosza had died with not even seventy years. 
When I received this news, I had to cry spontaneously. And out of this sadness, but also out of gratitude for the great living time together at the otherwise dead weddings, this tribute to this wonderful woman was created. A woman who burned from both ends of the candle, and like most who do, do not grow very old.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Bosza

Shaved grass
Orgies of order in excess

Everything symmetrical
The cleanliness fetish

The compulsive cult replaces pleasure and fun

I come there to such a festival
Where they leave farts in gold seals

On the dance floors brooms
Heart-decored straw creatures

The atmosphere is arctic chilled

There you just jumped in brazenly
Loud, exuberant and soft

Created a little warmth niche
In this enchanted ice princess realm

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fish grette leftovers at the cat table
On my lap a spoiled quiche

The life in bottles
With permanent stop tabs

The children are domesticated

The meeting train on a railway track
On which is written "Untraceable travelled"

No door handles
The eye salute empty

A glass bell lies on the sea of people

Through you came healing cracks
The gowns mutated into a dress
Stock fishes began to wag
The mood of forbiddance deflated

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Bosza

Kahlgeschorenes Gras
Ordnungsorgien im Übermaß

Alles symmetrisch
Der Sauberkeitsfetisch

Der Zwangskult ersetzt Lust und Spaß

Komme dort auf so ein Fest
Auf dem man Fürze in Goldplomben lässt

Auf den Tanzflächen Besen
Herzentkernte Stroh-Wesen

Die Atmosphäre ist arktisch gekühlt

Da bist Du einfach dreist reingesprungen
laut, überbordend und weich

Schufst eine kleine Wärmenische
In diesem verwunschenen Eisprinzessinnen-Reich

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fischgreten-Reste am Katzentisch
Auf meinem Schoß ne' verdorbene Quiche

Das Leben in Flaschen
Mit Dauerstop-Laschen

Die Kinder sind domestiziert

Der Begegnungszug auf einem Gleis
Auf dem steht „Unauffindbar verreist“

Keine Türklinken
Der Augengruß leer

Eine Glasglocke liegt auf dem Menschenmeer

Durch Dich kamen heilsame Risse
Die Talare mutierten zum Kleid
Stockfische begannen zu wedeln
Die Stimmung von Verboten entbleit

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Bosza

Boza

Vocals, lyrics by Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental & mix by Toshi Rio: https://soundcloud.com/toshi-rio
*Photo: My mother, Esther, Williamsburg,  Brooklyn, NY

Italian American
By Nadia Selvaggi

Shadows creeping over
tailored plastic upholstery
A chorus rising
from the Kings of Williamsburg

O, As gray and worn out
as the buildings on Grand St, Bedford, and Ainslie
O, Sauce from a brown paper bag,
breaded artichokes, and Angela's gravy

Shadows creeping over
baccàla and calamari
Undershirts, hairy chests, 
the thrill of Brylcreem

O, Plaster saints, plastic rosaries,
OLMC's Giglio Feast
O, A hundred black haired lifters
and the scent of Tony's powdered Zeppoli

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Sal's pre-paid crypt
at St. John Cemetery, Queens
O, Fifty grand for
Gabriella's fancy sweet sixteen

I am an Italian American

Shadows creeping over
the Brooklyn Bridge and Domino's factory
Marco and Carmella's fancy wedding

O, Red, white and green
on a box of Fortunato's pastry
O, Cherry ices,
Uncle Angelo's embroidered shirt
stained with Spumoni

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Pete's pasty pancaked corpse
at Mastroianni's
O, Twenty grand
for marble cased eternity

Italian American by Toshi Rio & Nadia Selvaggi

From the Laybow demo recording sessions

Lebo - drums
P. P. - bass, backing vocals
Tom - guitars, vocals

Laybow - Resolve

dark matter

AC Sourse - Collapse (Original Mix)

KMT KI Media 2025 (15.08.2025)
Album Trilogie Nr. 08 "Inquisition (2/3) - Flames of the Inquisition" by KMT - Style: Synthwave, Opera, Electronic, Metal, Musical, Epic | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: English

Theme: Torture and fire await, as the instruments of torture are wielded by those with the power of life and death. See what waits in the abyss of evil! Directed and produced by Kurt Michael Treichl.

Track 01: Gates of the Dungeon
synthwave, opera, dark ambient

Track 03: Interrogation's Dawn
synthwave, opera, experimental

Track 05: Tools of Torment
industrial, synthwave, opera

Track 07: The Devil's Advocate
synthwave, opera, darkwave

Track 09: Broken Confession
synthwave, opera, electronic

Track 11: The Weight of the Cross
synthwave, opera, electronic

Track 13: Sister's Farewell
synthwave, opera, electronic ballad

Track 15: Public Humiliation
synthwave, opera, experimental

Track 17: Flames of Judgment
synthwave, opera, dark ambient

Track 19: Ashes to Dust
synthwave, opera, electronic

Track 21: Confessor's Silence
synthwave, opera, experimental electronic

Track 23: Widow's Lament
synthwave, opera, electronic ballad

Track 25: The Seed of Doubt Grows
synthwave, opera, cinematic

Track 27: Inquisitor's Dream
dark synthwave, opera, electronic

Track 29: Flames of Remembrance
synthwave, opera, electronic

If you would like to use my music commercially, please contact me. No financial income may be derived from my music without my permission. My music is free for private use. However, it would be appreciated if you would credit me (Kurt Michael Treichl).

Thank you very much for your time and ear. Enjoy the journey through my assisted artificially generated music paradise.

Album cover and music generated in coopertion with AI by © Kurt Michael Treichl

Best Regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media) - Austria / Salzburg

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25 The Seed of Doubt Grows v1

TAW017

Forever (Original Mix)

Composer, writer and producer specialising in the epic music and stories of Scotland. If theatre is spectacle, then the theatre of Scotland has us spellbound.

Welcome to my page!

I've been playing guitar for many years, even though I'm not very good at it, with the support of my wonderful band members.

When I first heard the sound of a Hammond B3 when I was young, I felt something modern in the linear, expressionless sound emitted by the electronics, and then with the advent of the synthesizer, I felt infinite possibilities that could not be expressed with existing instruments.

In 1988, I discovered the joy of using MIDI files as a way to express my music on my ATARI 1040ST computer, and I became obsessed with it. Fortunately or unfortunately, that obsession continues to this day.

All music posted on this Soundcloud is created using only a mouse on a computer's piano roll screen.

The only exception is that I actually play the guitar part on No. 16 (OnMyouJi).

Assembling music on a computer allows you to listen to the melody objectively, so there is the joy of unexpected discoveries.

That's the most interesting thing, and I learn a lot. It can be tiring sometimes, but...

Music has a mysterious power that reminds you of your past self when you listen to music you listened to repeatedly in the past for the first time in a long time.

I think everyone has experienced that.

I hope that the music I post here will help you remember who you are in the future.

Comments on the songs will encourage me in the future. Please feel free to write anything you want.

I may not be able to reply to comments right away, but I will definitely reply, but I may not be able to reply to messages. Please understand.

Thank you.

Children Of Kyiv

Fraser Martin

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