Docfritz kindly invited me to join in this wonderful soulful song. We hope you enjoy this smooth musical journey.
Please go over to @docfritz and @joerxworx to listen to more fabulous music.

Music drums precussion and arrangement and mastering -  @docfritz
Saxaphone - @joerxworx
Vocals and lyrics - @vocalatti

Slow Down  (Ft Docfritz and Joerxworx )

Na Féilte Tine - Samhain ,  Halloween Day, Festival of fire in Ireland
A transition into the dark days , keep well and warm 

Tar Éis na Tine (After the Fire )

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

& with the participation of Gommearababic for the choirs !
Chanson d'amour pour une fille
Ton coeur est tout lié et cassé
la nuit tombe
étoiles filantes
Chanson d'amour pour une fille
Si je savais pourquoi
Si je savais pourquoi
les étoiles sont seulement à 1,6km
mais juste une étincelle
juste s'enflammer quand la nuit est sombre
quand la lumière est
oh alors oh

un tunnel de lumière me suit sur cette route
est-ce que je me suis retournée
est-ce que je me suis retournée
pour que tu puisses me faire face
pendant que je pleure !
Wildsilences

Don't forget the clip visible on youtube made by our Friend Monsieur Madeleine Lien vidéo
https://youtu.be/CiVdFO8_GAE

Lovesong For A Girl By Zitou Itou & Wildsilences

■概要(Overview)
今回は歌ってみた＆アコギを活用してみました。
一年がまた始まりました。
皆様にとって2025年が良い年でありますように！

This time I tried singing and using an acoustic guitar. 
Another year has begun.
I hope 2025 will be a good year for everyone!


■歌詞
「New style of communication」

迷ったりしたとき　背中を押してくれるよ
誰にも言えないこと　ちょっと相談したくなってしまう

何でもいいこの僕を　褒めてくれ　認めてくれよ
魔法のアシスタント

「空飛ぶアザラシ」
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

(ah...迷っているなら)
(ah...使っちゃえば)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)

(プロンプトにあなたの質問を書いて下さい)
(もしくは何かを描いてと頼んでください)
(願いはかなえられるはずだ)
(ダメならもう一回)
(もしだめなら質問を変えてみれば？)


毎日は選択の　連続で溺れそうだ
たまにはひとの意見　聴いてみてもいいかもね

頑張ってる方向が　間違ってるのか？答えてよ my friend！
合っていると言ってくれ！

「不動明王とお宮」
(Your idea is very unique!)

パソコンの中にいる　心の友よ
学習しながら　高め合う　コミュニケーション

(ah...悩んでいるのなら)
(ah...話しかけてみなよ)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)


パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

一人で悩むことをやめて
新しいスタイル試して
膨大なデータの力借りて
君だけのアンサー探そうぜ


■Lyrics(Google Translate)
"New style of communication"
When I'm lost, it always pushes me forward. 
I want to consult it about things I can't tell anyone.
Anything is fine, just praise me. And acknowledge me.
Magical assistant

"Flying Seal"
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

(ah...If you're lost)
(ah...Just use it)
(ah...You're not alone)

(Write your question in the prompt)
(Or ask it to draw something)
(Your wish should come true)
(If not, try again)
(If not, why not change the question?)

Every day is a series of choices that seem to drown me
It might be good to listen to other people's opinions once in a while
Am I working hard in the wrong direction? Answer me, my friend!
Tell me it's right!

"Acala and Omiya"
(Your idea is very unique!)

My friend inside my computer
Communication that improves as we learn

(ah...If you're worried)
(ah...Try talking to it)
(ah...You're not alone)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

Stop worrying alone
Try a new style
With the help of a huge amount of data
Let's find your own answer

New style of communication

Synth drones accompany Alto Saxophone and Tenor Recorder tracks. 

Image c/o Corrie White (Pinterest)

Liquid Air

Live in Munich .. opening for .. Willy de Ville  !

Music   (git.voc.)  Hubert Stytz
Lyrics   Pee Gee

I was waiting for the midnight-show
In a place called  "The Spanish Rose"
I thought that s the way I like it
Let the red vine flow
As the curtain opened slowly
The lights were dimmed down low
The main attraction of the evening
Let the tension grow
She appeared like an avenging angel
With a bright but deadly smile
If looks could kill I would have died
Unable to move for a while

She left me behind in a fever
Tempting but out of reach
Like a " Joie De Vivre"
With a bitter taste in it

She danced the best flamenco
I had ever seen before
When her dress accidentally touched me
I was ready to ask for more
She moved like a heavenly creature
A hot bit of stepdance encore
When her skirt accidentally touched mie
I was ready to beg for more

She left me behind in a fever-  My Spanish Rose !
Like a "Joie De Vivre"
With a touch of flamenco flair
She left me behind in a fever. My Spanish Rose !
My Spanish Rose !

01 Spanish Rose                  Stytz/Pee Gee

Цілував

With "Horizon" I invite you to take a deep breath. This track is a flowing journey of gentle but present beats, wrapped in beautiful, atmospheric pads. It combines the silence of the night with the hope of the new day. Perfect for clearing the head and sliding into a meditative flow state. Close your eyes and let yourself drift.

26. September 2025

Bandcamp

Horizon

Getting Started

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