A scorched, airless world with an iron core and a silicate crust, this planet endures extreme heat and freezing cold. Its cratered surface tells a tale of ancient impacts, while its massive core hints at a mysterious past, waiting for explorers to uncover its secrets...
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Beat Battle BB95 by m0usewhisperer
Rules: Create a track representing one of the planets, following Holst's chosen personality/feel. Feature at least one instrument of modern synthesis
Use at least two elements from the sample pack, preferably kept in a somewhat discernable nature (if possible).
Genre: Any BPM: Any
Bonus challenge: Keep your chosen planet secret (if you chose one of Holst's) and let your fellow BB artists guess
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DAW: Logic Pro X
Samples and SFX: m0usewhisperer and Apple
Synths: u-he Diva, Xfer Serum, Arturia Pigments, Arturia Acid V (using m0usewhisperer MIDI samples)

Iron Core and Silicate Crust (ft. m0usewhisperer)

these are our most precious pieces on our music journey: self compositions.
We are influenced by different other music styles that you can listen to in the other albums (being all released soon)
Dies sind unsere wertvollsten Stücke auf unserer musikalischen Reise: Eigenkompositionen.
Wir sind von verschiedenen anderen Musikstilen beeinflusst, die ihr auf den anderen Alben hören könnt (die alle bald veröffentlicht werden)

Guitar favourite melody  (Chris Lutz) with drums (Sarah Kugler)

“One of our songs (my wife and I), which I played at our wedding. Inspiration to capture a lofi, raw track came from the new SWAG album by Justin Beiber; my wife showed me how the album was captured using an omni directional microphone and how this makes the sound of the record. I wanted to capture a raw emotional take so I used this microphone philosophy and set up 1 microphone in which to capture the room and the performance. The song has turned out great and I like the sincere charm to this recording.” 

Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Love is all you need.
Love is all you need.
Love is all you need.
Love is all you need.
Love is all you need...

Written by John Lennon and credited to Lennon-McCartney.

©1967 Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

all you need is love.

Redline_protocol

jody-piper_country-instrumental.mp3

Free Men

(FR) Une IA a rebranché son Walkman et relancé le moteur 80's.
Des nappes synthétiques, une basse qui claque et des breaks électroniques vintage recréent le fantasme d’une route infinie, avec ce grain électronique typique des années 80, qui évoque des autoroutes la nuit, des néons qui clignotent, et des algorithmes qui fument sous le capot.


(EN) 🎧 IA Overdrive – the nostalgia of the future in 4 well-compressed beats.

An AI reconnected his Walkman and restarted the 80’s engine.
Synthetic pads, a slap bass and vintage electronic station wagons recreate the fantasy of an infinite road, with that typical electronic grain from the 80s, which evokes highways at night, flickering neon lights, and algorithms that smoke

IA Overdrive 80's

I couldn’t be bothered to look up the email address 

Dear mr SoundCloud I’ve written before 
But as your still a cunt I’ll presume I was ignored 
I’ve always led from the front and I know  it’s a flaw
But this ain’t no stunt I’m just settling the score 
For your information my speech has no hate
I go out of my way to way to call everyone mate
Every time I press play I describe it as great
So why do you say your deciding my fate
You say it’s because I used the word fag 
Which means cigarette you silly daft slag
Oh shit I bet I’m back in the gulag
Fuck it you tit I’ll go get my school bag 
Dad said fag , and grandad too
It’s what we smoke while we’re having a brew
Until some fucking joke like you
Finds a crime like scooby doo
In your moody tune shop
Fuck off you flip flop 
It’s just you and your mucky minded bots
Peeking in on private spots
And wiping words while knowing not
What feelings threw them in the pot
A waste of time but worth a shot
I’m not even bothered about myself 
But then there’s folk like my mate gal
Who’s got issues with his health 
You cunts piled on him as well
I can’t help but think
That this style of stink
Would wither up and die
If all our words 
were seen and heard 
By human ears and eyes

To whom it may concern

Special Tribute to  Phil Nitnac (RIP) and Eric PO (RIP)  early 2000

Y a t il pLUs COmpliqués que NouS ?

wintertime blues

eyes lost in the rain:


Ahh... it's raining inside me again,
Every drop a knife since you left...
Midnight streets empty, my footsteps echo alone,
Your ghost in my eyes, a faded, broken silhouette.
I hold the emptiness like your hands were still warm,
But cold wind slaps my face, shattering my hope.
I remember that smile, now it flows like poison in my veins,
Your words turned to blades, cut the hope, left wounds inside.
I don't cry outward, my tears flooded inward,
Every breath burns my lungs, this life without you is cruel.
Loneliness wraps around me, melancholy overdose,
My heartbeat slowed, like I'm slow-dancing with death.
I got lost in the rain, everywhere dark without your eyes,
This city cold without you, storm inside me, silent sorrow outside.
Melancholy hugs me tight, this pain won't let me go,
My love who left won't return, I know, but I'm still waiting maybe...
Ahh... overdose of sorrow, overdose of loneliness...
Looking at old photos, we smile like it was fake,
Now those moments are residue in my brain, a painful scar.
Friends ask "How are you?", I lie "I'm fine",
But at night I talk to the devil, begging "Let it end".
My dreams became fugitives, happiness lost far away,
Were the days with you a dream, or is this ending a nightmare?
A volcano erupts silently inside, smoke rising to the sky,
Is this what love is, tearing apart and walking away.
Maybe this beat will play at my grave, my words become the tombstone,
Every second without you, worse than death's peace.
I got lost in the rain, everywhere dark without your eyes,
This city cold without you, storm inside me, silent sorrow outside.
Melancholy hugs me tight, this pain won't let me go,
My love who left won't return, I know, but I'm still waiting maybe...
Ahh... overdose of sorrow, overdose of loneliness...
Maybe one day the rain will stop, maybe you'll come back...
But I know, this melancholy is forever with me...
Yeah...

Leon Lee, regards baby

eyes lost in the rain

Step into my musical world, where I blend alternative rock, indie tunes, electrifying beats, and catchy hip-hop rhythms. Explore the variety of sounds I create and join me on a journey through different musical vibes!

Iron Core and Silicate Crust (ft. m0usewhisperer)

Geoffrey SmartPunk