This is incredible. The cinematic soundtrack complements these haunting vocals so beautifully 🖤 Excellent collab

Atmospheric, emotional, and moving.🎶❤️🎶

Wonderful collaboration - more like this please 😎🙏🙏

Congrats on an outstanding song and collaboration!

Great soundtrack, awesome instrumentation!!

It is the second act of an uncoiling Shakespearean tragedy with the return of all the bad actors; the corrupt courtiers, the feckless sons and whorish handmaids, the ambitious assassins, the smug black robed judges and boot licking lawyers, the drooling oligarchs, the sycophant politicians and slimy religious zealots, all eager to have their way with the women and the daughters who cannot appeal to justice because justice is vanquished. No checks, no balance. 

The final act portends banishment and deportation, violence and failed foreign alliances, right wing retribution, final solutions and the mad king’s revenge. It is all tear stained and blood drenched in irony as the authors and audience of this particular tragedy are the people themselves.
Shiva Chooses. Finis. 
......
thank you jacob collier choir and mad man raving in the night on a pleasant street.

created in logic by naldo, election eve, november 5, 2024
artwork: derek dodds, naldo & firefly

Nudibranch Chutney - 6.1

Shiva's Choice

Here is a new composition about the simple fact of loving.  Once again I could find many reasons to Hate, but I choose Love.  It's more pleasant.

Voici une nouvelle composition sur le simple fait d'aimer.  Je pourrais encore une fois trouver de nombreuses raisons de Haïr, mais je choisis l'Amour.  C'est plus agréable.

Embrace the Winter

■概要(Overview)
熱すぎて溶けてしまうくらいの情熱を持てたらいいね。
PrivateからPublicへ熱心に大名行列する。
I wish I could be so passionate that I would melt.
An enthusiastic procession of feudal lords from private to public.

■video
https://youtu.be/pdM0huA1zaE
※あまり動かないですわ

「溶けるくらいに」Let's get passionate

溶けてしまうくらいに
打ち込めるものがあれば
それだけでいいわ

十二時を過ぎたころに
アタマにあふれる「I hate you.」
傷つけあうのはもうやめて
心を解放したならば今

幾重にも重なる
合わせ鏡の迷路
本物は自分だけ
燃えるように　溶けてる


好きなものをいくつか
そばに置いておけたなら
それだけでいいわ

人づての言葉信じ
正義の仮面で「I hate you.」
傷つけあうのはもうやめて
好きなものだけそばに置いていて

幾重にも重なる
合わせ鏡の迷路
映し出されたものは
燃えているか　溶けているか

■Lyrics
If there is something I can devote myself to so much that it melts, that's enough.

After midnight, the words "I hate you" flood my head.
Stop hurting each other. If you free your heart, now.

Labyrinth of mirrors overlapping one after another. The only real thing is yourself.
Melting like it's burning.

If I could just keep a few of the things I like close by, that's enough.

People who believe the words of others who don't know the truth and say "I hate you" under the mask of justice.
Stop hurting each other. Keep only the things you like close by.

Labyrinth of mirrors overlapping one after another. Is the reflected thing burning or melting?

Ignite your passion(溶けるくらいに)

SEE By Zitou Itou + Hansohioma + Wildsilences

Heart enough... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0op4r_XmKtk

Against The Grain

Nice To Meet You

Tendering my confession in advance to the writer's besetting sin of oversimplification, I say: synthesizer technique has two main paths. The first -- call it the Moog approach -- sees the instrument as a tool for the creation of new (if you will) organ stops. The other, the Subotnik approach, is concerned with the generation of SOUNDS -- very few if any of which will be at all expressible in the notation which has developed over the past millennium and served us so well. The two approaches are not mutually exclusive, of course: virtually all synthesists draw from both, as their Muse, mood, and machinery may dictate.
As to my title, it goes back to a chance inspiration scrawled on a balloon at the Fillmore in '67. (Cream, Paul Butterfield, and Charlie Musselwhite, "Three bands for three bucks," eat your hearts out, endebted-out-the-whazoo youngsters!) It was a time and place where the most extraordinary things were said -- and more than might have been hoped or feared were even done -- but this wasn't one of them. But like the good man who can't be kept down (or the bad penny that keeps coming back) here it is in our present day. Lacking the euphony and heartstring-tugging of the Twelfth of Never, perhaps, but equally from that realm of the definitionally impossible, even for this age determined in so many ways to make 2+2=5.
To the technical side: all synth parts from my Roland SH-32. Rhythm (and Reality-grounding) comes from my African drums, assisted by real-world cymbals and the Yamaha DTXtreme.

the 32nd of February

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, claps, shakers, vocals, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Custom Shop Les Paul electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass
This song started as a guitar composition Tez came up with while on holiday recently. He wrote it with the Eclectic Collective in mind, inspired by ZZ Top, and shared it with the rest of us as soon as he was able to return home and record it. 
  Stephen was first to the trough with this one, adding his thrilling guitar fills and solo. Being from Texas, too, he's no stranger to Biily Gibbons. Mark came next with some synth, and later added some claps and shaker. Ken put his rocking drums in after Mark, laying the groundwork for the groove. Josh completed the rhythm section with his bass soon after, though. Mark decided early on that he was going to add some vocals to this, and Stephen had to adjust his part to suit them. We're all really happy with not only Mark's lyrics, but especially his vocal performance, as well. Eclectic Collective now has a go to member of the band who know's what he's doing with his voice. 
  Once it was in the can, Tez decided to mix it, as it was his song to begin with. He did his always expert job with the task, too. 
  This is an example of Eclectic Collective getting down and dirty for a rocker that has the flavor of all of us firing on all cylinders. Special attention to both Tez and Mark for their inspiring generosity and hard work in conceptualizing this one, too. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by mistermark:

I got the top down, driving around
Burnin’ down the road, no prisoners
Everybody knows that I’m on the run  
I’m gettin’ outta here do or die 
Black Jack paddy whack listen to me 
ain’t giving no dog no bone
What’s mine is mine and what’s thine is thine
But if you want me just pick up the phone 
If you need my number I’m # 1
Mama raised me alone ‘cause I’m a son of a gun
Now I’m paying my dues but I’m almost done
So if you want a piece of me
Come and get me
Come and get me
Well, hey baby baby now what you say
You hitch a ride with me I’ll take you all the way 
she said hey there baby just step on the gas 
I got places to go I wanna get there fast
Well somewhere at around mile 103
I heard a rattling sound I had to check and see
We stopped right there on the side of the road 
Then what happened next it made my mind explode
The girl started laughing as she locked the door 
She put the pedal to the metal couldn’t push it no more 
Way off in the distance half a mile away 
My baby called out to me as I heard her say…
Come and get me
Come and get me
My feet got draggin’ in the desert sand
But as she waved goodbye something fell from her hand
I picked up the paper it was plain to see 
My baby wrote down her number and she left it for me
I been ‘buked & scorned I been thrown some shade 
I wanted revenge cause I gotsta get paid
I called her up but I just got the machine 
And wattaya think that the message said…

Come and get me

Come and Get Me - The Eclectic Collective


Lyrics

Good Children of Lir
To Peace and Rest now our Dearest
Sing sweet sweet songs
Swanned Children

Such jealousy jets Aoife here
Wicked words of spellbound fear
Oh your Dad has a life of crying
It seems his love was just too much
The radiance... Let no light in
It seems a succubus you're fighting
This World needs a brighten

The path is clear
Flute feathers that fear
Good Children of Lir
To Derravaragh Dearest
This dinnseanchas now hears us
Let us evolve past this anguish
Let this dinnseanchas of language
Heal with love
Heal now, languish

To Peace and Rest now our Dearest


Notes
I am very proud to present my first collaboration with fellow Irish artist The Beautiful Dark 
https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark .

Here is the story behind the track ( in the words of the Beautiful Dark )

This began when I suggested in a song comment that we do a collaboration and I threw out folklore as the flavour.

Two days later Grian Óg sent me a wonderful 16 instrument orchestral composition. I added some acoustic guitar and wrote the lyrics based on one of Ireland's most famous legends in our mythology, The Children of Lir. I then sent back the whole idea to Grian Óg and he generated a mix that makes the idea what it should be. Amazing. Well done man!

Long story short... King Lir & Mama had 4 Kids / Mama passed :( / Succubus arrives (a person that sucks the life out of another person in a relationship) / She turned the poor kids into Swans and banished them for 900 years because she was jealous of the kings love for his children (what a bitch) / they came back shrivelled after 900 years, died and were all happy together again in the afterlife with their Dad and Mama!...

Eh em... Since Christianity likely highly adapted and redacted this myth....Aoife is enjoying Hell haha (when she's actually just with them all now having a laugh about it all) Her afterlife punishment was to laugh about it for 900 years...

Full redacted Christian version here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children_of_Lir (It's a wonderful story and well worth a read as is lots of Irish mythology)



Children Of Lir

Vidéo : youtu.be/z-aae0BK5p8

Brande (Translated after the French text )

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Desdanova ( @denis-rousseau-182743563 )
Musique : Alain Illos

Sans un bruit, ce matin,
une rose est éclose.
Perdue en ce jardin
où mon coeur agonise.
Au milieu de hautes herbes,
c'est elle survivante.
Soudain dans l'air vibrant,
mes souvenirs voltigent.
Dans la chaude lumière,
de cette beauté naissante;
perdues dans ma mémoire,
de sinistres images...
Sans un bruit ce matin,
mon coeur s'est lavé.
Perdu en ce jardin,
dans la chaude lumière.
Au milieu de mes souvenirs
qui voltigent.
Des hautes herbes
et d'un été naissant.
C'est ma joie survivante,
sur la brande, ce matin.
Aux vies agonisantes,
à la beauté naissante.
Aux images oubliées,
soudain, dans l'air vibrant.

Brande
Without a sound, this morning,
a rose bloomed.
Lost in this garden
where my heart agonizes.
In the midst of tall grasses,
is the surviving rose.
Suddenly, in the vibrant air,
my memories flutter.
In the warm light,
of this emerging beauty;
lost in my memory,
of sinister images...
Without a sound this morning,
my heart washed.
Lost in this garden,
in the warm light.
In the midst of my fluttering memories
.
Tall grasses
and a budding summer.
This is my surviving joy,
on the heather this morning.
To dying lives,
to emerging beauty.
To forgotten images,
suddenly, in the vibrant air.


Brande avec Desdanova

I invite you to listen to my piano improvisation “Waltz from the Past”.
In the end, all we have are memories, and even those fade away like an old waltz.
Download the piano sheets of my music here:
https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/Search.aspx?query=victor%20birkan&u=1

Watch the video version on my YouTube channel:
https://youtu.be/uAGSp6f1tVs

Waltz from the Past - Improvised Piano

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

Children Of Lir

Grian Óg

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