Name: Nucleation by Giuseppe Bonaccorso in Mind Exploration
Duration: 4 min 32 s
Description: An album of six songs based on the concept of atonal progressive music. Its alternative sounds bring to life a mix of avant-garde music and an electronic texture enriched with concrete sound elements.

this is quality. whats that string, sitar?

Pretty founny sounds, lots of variety there lol!

A playlist containing songs that resemble a deep mind exploration.

Mind Exploration

Paroles

Ouais c'est samedi soir 
On va sortir  de nos campagnes 
On irait bien au greasy spoon 
Sans qu'on nous dise cassez pas les couilles.
On a lavé nos bagnoles et nos pompes.
Cheveux ultra brillants et jeans serrés.
Que vouloir de plus.
Si vous ne voulez pas de nous on vous cassera la gueule sur le comptoir.
Ouais. ouais 

C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 
C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 

C'est toujours ouvert pour les pouilleux 
C'est toujours là où vont les craignos 
C'est toujours ouvert pour les teigneux 
C'est toujours là où vont les crados 
C'est le rendez-vous des raclos 
 Seul endroit où tu vois tes potos 
C'est toujours ouvert c'est comme un bistrot 
C'est toujours ouvert.
C'est toujours ouvert.
Ça se passe comme ça au greasy spoon
Ça se passe comme ça.
J'suis encore défoncé au greasy spoon 
Et c'est comme ça.

Greasy Spoon

Au greasy spoon

Au Greasy Spoon

Hello, Abyss

آهنگ من عاشق تو بودم - خواننده سوفیا

Man Asheghe To Boodam

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Into The Blue Sky

GLOAMING
Music by Alpha Crater
Musical Arrangement by Overdrive

Check out the IG promo video:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C_l8esMsElC/

Gloaming is the time right after the sun goes down, when big things can happen.

I'd like to say that this track is mine, but this fantastic song came entirely from the insane mind of Alpha Crater. The only thing I did was to enhance the incredible qualities it already had -- I added a bass line à la The Police, synths that were reminiscent of 80s music, more new wave drums and things like that. So my work here was basically perfumery, as I wanted to stay as faithful as possible to the original material.  😄

When Charlie showed me the demo track, I was impressed by the vocals and how the whole song took me back to the sound I used to record on cassette tapes in the 80s to listen to on my walkman. Hence the cover image, which is a tribute to this habit so popular among young people at the time.

Alpha Crater is an English synthpop artist with a love of fun, horror and the 80s. Check out his great music on his Soundcloud page:
https://soundcloud.com/alphacrater

The amazing cover illustration is an image available on Pinterest. I haven't yet found out who the author is, in order to give him/her due credit, but I suspect it's Rita Saraiva, a Portuguese artist of immense talent.

Hope you enjoy the song. 🙂

LYRICS
GLOAMING

soporific on a sixteen death dream
honorific or a kicked out coke fiend
doesn't matter doesn’t count what you mean
chipolata ship a late one in between

thought I reckon thought I read you residue
never knowing never need to beckon you
ballerina bachanal black beige blue
saying anything but the thing that eats you

gotta do it gotta do that thing right
nothing to it if you hold on hold tight
sayonara son step into the half light

it's like floating
high upon that gloaming
when will I stop this roaming?

wander wither whether 1234
took a ticket to the techno seesaw
sentimental seen a micmac make more
mother moving seashells on the seashell shore

sever leverage until you need more
never pay a penny on that oath swore
winner wonga whatta you do that for
wonder if we'll ever see the day they fought for

never break if you believe what they say
better never roll a die come what may
mother said i'd be a bigshot one day
mother know best mother please mother don't say
gotta wrestle gotta reconcile you
nothing ever gonna be good for you
saying nothing but the thing that eats you

it's like floating
high upon that gloaming
when will I stop this roaming?

Gloaming

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

An album of six songs based on the concept of atonal progressive music. Its alternative sounds bring to life a mix of avant-garde music and an electronic texture enriched with concrete sound elements.

Nucleation

The Dark Waltz is a track created by Sakhal Music Studio in 2007 as part of the compilation Music of the Arcane. The style was originally defined as Mystery/Gothic.

This music track is protected by Copyright © / 2011 / David D. / Sakhal Music Studio / Sakhalia Net [ Project ] / All Rights Reserved.

The Dark Waltz

[ THE DARK WALTZ ] Mystery Gothic Music by Sakhal Music Studio

The Shore, The Island

This is our final track for our album, Windmill, which celebrates each of the eight festivals of the year, and @APi_ZZ has provided a beautiful magical flying carpet of sound to transport us to other realms to celebrate Imbolc, on February 1st, when we give thanks to the triple-faced fertility goddess, Bridie-Brigit-Brid.

Words and spoken vocals Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2025

Music and cover art APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)  January 2025

Words:

When Earth stands cold and hard as iron, 
And the bitter north wind still blows, 
The Dreamer in the Land yawns, and rises 
To stir up the embers of her smithy’s forge, 
In her crystal and copper caves below. 

So let us talk about young Bridie, the Exalted One. 
Her face as luminous as the Moon that sired her, 
And her heart as bright as the yellow aconites 
That rise up smiling to the winter Sun.
While icicles still drip on the cobbled yard 
And the ice on the bird baths has to be cracked 
For the blue tits, starlings and tiny wrens,
Snowdrops spring up at her feet, wherever she treads, 
As Bride makes her way along the frozen tracks.

So let us praise Brigid of the Tuatha da Danaan, 
Beloved of poets, smiths and farmers alike. 
Ewes come into milk at the touch of her hand 
The rivers are once again jostling with pike, 
And even though Jack Frost still comes at night, 
And the tors and hills are white with snow, 
They turn coral at each sunrise and sunset, 
While carpets of crocus and periwinkles glow
As the gems in the rainbow of her necklace,
A covenant that Spring is on its way.

So let us light a candle for Brid at Imbolc, 
The triple-faced, ripe-wombed One, 
And put out offerings of milk in bowls 
To the Sow Mother, to the White Swan.
Her perpetual fire is kept ever aflame
In a shrine, deep in a hawthorn wood 
On these isles that were given her name
For her blooms and beehives, and orchards 
Where we sing to the apples at Wassail, 
In thanks for her bountiful blessings on us.

Imbolc

Close 2 me

2 soul

Trazy Crain

I made this love song using Bandlabs. I hope you like it as much as I do. Produced by "Fantom" on YouTube. Lyrics and Vocals by me.



Love Trap

антифа

BULLSHIT express a desire to cross club music and cinematographic ambiences, combining, techno/breakbeat beat with dark basses, energetic voice samples and dub techno chords.

BULLSHIT

As a composer, guitarist, and poet, Giuseppe Bonaccorso is firmly attached to atonal, avant-garde, and highly experimental music. A countercultural artist, he works out his music through original compositional processes never tied to mainstream culture.
#Guitar #Composition #AvantGarde

Nucleation

Giuseppe Bonaccorso

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