Recorded a little acoustic into my phone lofi and had great fun blending some orchestration for my wonderful older sister , clan chief and lionhearted ,

Aisling's Theme

improsoma

We conclude our Summer Series on a hopeful note and a glimpse into the future.  Mankind has finally found that it can accept the differences that divide us, share the bounty between us, and become a vast community governed by faith, hope, and love. How did such a thing come about?  We collectively took a step back from the brink of self-annihilation by realizing "we solve most things if we talk".  
Ironically, this was the most complex song of the five to put together,  We all had an idea of how we wanted it to turn out, and thanks to Seagull and a lot of talking between us behind the scenes, we came to consensus and a final version.  Our little band is proof "we can solve most things if we talk":)  It has been an honor to work with each of you: 
Music composition, 1st guitar (center), bass, synths, mix and production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old.

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.
"We Solve Most Things If We Talk"

Contented Man (Seagull, Oddrun, Peter, David)

Written, Arranged, Performed and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Fox Steps... Walk down on me

Simple Fascination
Walk down on me
Palace life
Program the man for me
Who is ever wandering the street
Alleyways and loss of pigment
The bars are all we walk along
Barred in as all in need

Whose legs walking over me?
Down in damp
Presence of family and piece of mind
Working over new age person
Homely and ever degrading
Left out with the mold crown

Seeking out the telegrams of World War Two grandfather
Getting less and less like his son
Ever wandering the cobblestones
Gas lamp lit
Always Chinese lanterns in the clouds
And simple fascination

Walk down on me
I stole from whom I don't even know
Damp shining with past
Good and bad memories

I walk across cattails and stones
Marshes growing into forest
For whom I know not
Waves of wind and soil wash down on me and feet
Whose legs walking over me?

Fox runs lithely with broken leg
I dream to them to tell tales
Running this side mountain path
War passed through here
Soldiers and tunnels and faces
I do not know

Walking on me
Tiny steps
Like paper pads and concepts
What you've done to me
They also know
That for me
The marsh will grow
Like simple fascination
Take a photo
Step
And take
What you owe
        May 23, 2024

Fox Steps

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

7-11-2024 translation in description

A song that I've made with the objective of making a retro orchestral song. 

Hope you enjoy it :)

Return to the Land

Co-Working
The perfect backdrop for shared spaces and group focus. Subtle, unobtrusive tracks that keep the energy flowing without distracting conversation or collaboration. Gentle Alpha to Low Beta frequencies, binaural beats and Solfeggio tones used to help maintain relaxed alertness—supporting productivity without feeling intrusive.
Co-Work Lo‑Fi Marathon
Balanced soundscapes built for collaboration, steady focus, and smooth group energy — featuring binaural beats for mental focus and solfeggio tones for connection and harmonious relationships.
Warm acoustic guitars fingerstyle and soft strums with brushed percussion and light room ambience. The organic, low‑strain transients create a comfortable sound floor that reduces cognitive load while keeping gentle forward motion. Ideal for reading, planning, email, and reflective work where you want calm focus without silence.

Co-Work Lo‑Fi Marathon - Acoustic Chill - Volume 3

This song was inspired by Henri Matisse's drawing of goldfish. Cuteness of goldfish is represented by poppy sounds. The last sound of a firework is accidentally inputted, but it might fit to a summer atmosphere of goldfish.

keywords: very short, pop, cute, mc-909, 138BPM, progressive, original, sequencer

Goldfish Garden

INVITATION TO COLLAB, DJ,BEATMAKERS,SINGERS, RAPPERS >>>Who want Can USE & REMIX PARTS OF THE ACAPPELLAS , place it, modulate it as You like, MAKE A SPECIAL TRACK, with  SOUNDS 
FIT IT AS A  FEAT in a SONG...  LYRICS are Here Below to Help You Choice Words & Phrases.
To notice,  in this Vocals some parts have Yet Effects...
DOWNLOAD are FREE &it's in Wave, if You Want MP3, ask me.  
If You Do Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track& Let Me Know, I will Repost,Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix... Original Version > https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/so-infinite & another Version > https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia/multi-d-system-trappiste
Previous Chill Track with Part of the vocals > https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/can-be-greater
As exemple,see in my Reposts & in my Playlists on this page, There is Many  of Tracks Very Differents made with my Acappellas

Lyrics >
O O O O O O O pen  your mind           

Feel Life is So Infinite

I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

We are much more   much more 
than what we can see
We can be greater  be greater
than what we are

There are much more much more
than what we can hear
We can be greater  be greater
than what we dare

Life is So Multidimensionnal

is So Multidimensionnal

So Multidimensionnal
Multidimensionnal

I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x3
to bring it higher

We are all part of this Earth
part of this Galaxy
part of the Universe


I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better
I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x1
to bring it higher

The world is mine 
The World is yours    x2
The World is ours 
To love and care


Open your mind
Feel your soul is
So infinite

We are much more much more
than what we can see
 
We can be greater be greater
than what we are

There are much more much more
than what we can hear

We can be greater be greater
than what we dare

 (mix it en canon to do bridge)
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power
to make it better

I got the power
you got the power
we got the power                               x3
to bring it higher


I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it
I got it, you got it, we got it ,we got it


Life is So Multidimensionnal

is So Multidimensionnal

So Multidimensionnal
Multidimensionnal

MULTI D...OPEN YOUR MIND...WE  GOT THE POWER... CAN BE GREATER... Vocals fo Collabs

Egg of Yog

PALAIS PLASTIQUE
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Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Tu aimes tout, de mes essences, à mes délicieux poisons,
J’ai érigé ta puissance, de tes dires...sur tes addictions !
--
Mais tu te trompes sur ma nature et je n’ai pas ces intentions,
Tu as apposé une lecture, qui gracie bien tes ascensions.
Cette croissance a un prix, et s’entrebâillent, enfin, tes yeux.
Nulles chances infinies, cesse donc, d’y conforter tes dieux.
--
Si je suis belle énergie, me voilà donc, pieux emballages,
J'ai fait Lumières sur tes nuits, comme reproduire toutes tes images.
Comme un singe, tu copies, mon essieu et tous mes usages,
Tu fais prières aguerries, au palais plastique, tu t’engages.
--
Quand j’émaille la substance, tu traduis mondanité.
Ton torrent de mots s’agence, sans jamais dire Sincérités.
Tu sais que tu épuises les sols, incapable de te réguler,
Criant Amish a des boussoles, qui se languissent de tes progrès.
--
J’avais fini mon travail, oui, je dormais enfin au sol !
Tu as foré des entailles et pour mieux justifier ce viol,
Tu as nommé Révolution, ces siècles où Propriété
De terres, et d’Obligations, aux peuples, tu as su imposer.
--
Tu peux conspuer Pétrole, mais j’ai bien plus d’humilité,
Que toi et ceux que tu enrôles, pour mieux te coiffer de lauriers.
Nature est tendre et tolérante, pour disculper tes ambitions,
Mais cette fabrique d’âmes errantes, mène à l'asile maigre Raison.
-
Perdue alors, dans les méandres, de ton beau palais plastique,
Des tribus hémérocalles, en vain, s’usent à fleurir tes briques.
Tout le vivant t’interpelle, y compris les âmes fossiles,
Pour que l'histoire, de plus belles, retrouve un beau terreau fertile.
-
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Éblouis par mon essence, tu n’as su construire, que prisons.
Retrouve un peu ta puissance, risquant de fuir tes addictions.

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Mesdames, Damoiseau, Messieurs, Demoiselles et autres Gueux (c'est mes préférés) 
J'ai l'immense bonheur de vous présenter "Cool is Watching You"!!
Le Nouvel EP de M'Z - la version "concept en musique" de mes travaux de composition.
C'est une critique du cool social par le cool musical...

Dans cet album je m'exerce à adopter un positionnement musical "cool" et souhaite mettre en perspective les limites de cette 'posture', qu'on s'impose, socialement nous même, plus ou moins volontairement et que les réseaux sociaux favorisent largement. 
Posture qui, semble bien plus nous nuire que nous servir. 
"Cool is Watching You" est aussi un point de rencontre en musique entre Orwell et Huxley qui espère guérir le cool par le cool.

7 morceaux que je définirai plus en détails avec des mots dans les jours à suivre, pour favoriser la transe, en attendant je vous laisse le découvrir en sons avec les seuls gros titres comme pistes.

Je remercie Anesthetize Productions et Guillaume Beringer
De m'aider à la diffusion de cet album, n'hésitez pas à les suivre et allez découvrir les divers travaux qu'ils défendent.

Je remercie Pedro Coelho pour m'avoir accompagné avec grand brio sur le morceau Palais plastique et je vous conseille de le suivre également c'est un excellent guitariste et musicien et une très belle personne.

Merci également a la rue on se retrouve a 18h en attendant voilà un cadeau qui j'espère nous donnera de la force !!

Cool is watching you

Palais Plastique

Thanks to  the music-makers ,theirs is the universe of bass and treble ,space and time ,creators of new energies ,free to imagine a world of harmonic structure and dissonant entropy.
I love listening to all the music posted and thanks for listening to mine.
Grian Óg