Haha, that's very good! Well done, nice tracks! ❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

I just remastered it again May 5th, 25.

Usually I like to say a little bit more about the production or the workflow of the tracks I work on and I wish I had a bit more to say about this track. I closed Ableton about 2 years ago and when I opened it a week ago this track was the last one I worked on. Don't remember much about it especially the name haha! but it sounds cool so I tied it up and here it is.

NFT: https://opensea.io/assets/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/82227818236613556661709199457719810332225879542649482715067238365512142422017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EMS0zvxGhw

Grass Patch Bum

Deeper Trenches (Original)

WAMPO

2025/6/2

Website

前夜 (zenya)

Picture: Welcome to the Enlightenment (Rae)

This feels so refreshing. I never included this final Vocal track in addition to Alchemical Woman and (G)Older, but now it feels Right.  Galadriel is the Softer Swordswoman, but Equally as Strong!

Dave's guitar is now more detailed and Exquisite with a fine acoustic sound towards the end. So Roy Harper I think👌🔥

My Vocals feel more Balanced, Softer in Ethereal, and more suited to Galadriel with special additions. 

Please enjoy Galadriel the Enlightened as she raises her Sword in Truth.

Lyrics and Vocals by SolarRae🎤

Guitar Work and Mix by Dave Bayes🎸
@dave-bayes
@guitar-alchemy

Lyrics:

I am the Truth of Enlightenment
I'm Free Yeah

I am the Truth of Enlightenment
Straight down the Middle
I walked Straight down the Middle
With a Sword and a Word

I went straight down the Middle
Yeah Straight down your Middle
And I'm Free yeah ...

I am the Truth of Enlightenment

Galadriel Truth (The Enlightened)

Moves

Play it Again

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

****

I hear silence..
and in its captivity...
it seems - I know who's next..

you think..
this loss is mine,
that I couldn't help you..

you opened the doors anyway..

and.

I see...
how - pain already wears
your perfume..
walks dangerously nearby..

wrapped in velvet comfort..
but you can't be saved..

let.
my words sound
like dusty confessions..
in a jukebox
- which spins the truth in a circle..
seems boring..
its aromas come,
when -
you break..

yes.
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you
and all the words became wind
on it
moral treatises burn brightly..

survivor there -
hears the whisper of ashes
like
loud - memory..
when urban fantasy - ends..

you don't know yet -
at top speed
can't get closer..
illusion-
closes the eyes of the truth..
and the pauses between phrases will become caustic -
when I -
name this pain -
you won't believe
that nothing can break a sentence..

you think..
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you...

at a great distance
it takes hellish patience..
to see..
how softly freedom breaks
those who are not ready for it..

and then...
decide to change your past
like broken glass..

and you want to close this door..
and erase the love of the letter..

but now.

you think,
it's my loss -
that I couldn't help you.

and I see how pain already permeates your scent,
but you can't be saved....
can't be saved....

****

слышу тишину..
ии в её плену... 
кажется - знаю кто следущий..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь - мой
что не вышло тебе помочь ..

ты всё равно открыла двери..

и. 
я вижу...
как — боль уже носит 
твои духи..
ходит рядом опасно.. 
завёрнутая в комфорта бархат..
но тебя не спасти ..

пусть.
звучат мои слова 
как пыльные признания..
в музыкальном автомате
- который по кругу.. правду вращает ..
она скучной кажется ..
её ароматы приходят
когда -
разбиваешься..

да.
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь 
и все слова ветром стали
на нём 
ярко горят трактаты о морали ..

выживший там — 
слышит шёпот пепла
как 
громкое - воспоминание..
когда городское фэнтези - кончается..

ещё не знаешь -
на запредельной скорости
сближаться нельзя..
иллюзия-
закрывает правде глаза ..
и колкими станут паузы между фраз -
когда я -
назову эту боль - 
ты не поверишь 
что ничем не разорвать приговор ..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь...

на длинной дистанции 
нужно терпение адское..
чтоб видеть ..
как мягко ломает свобода
тех кто не готов к ней..

потом ...
решишь изменить своё прошлое 
как битое стекло ..
острое..

захочешь закрыть ту дверь ..
и любовные письма стереть..

но теперь:

думаешь 
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь.

и я вижу как боль уже носит твои духи
но тебя не спасти....
не спасти....

Let.

Artzooai - Nu

A third groovy remix for the song Danser by Jade Vanloo, a song animated by the sensuality of Indian rhythms and the philosophy of love

Founet - Danser 3/3 Indian dark night mix

FlyingRug

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Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, LoFi, Chillhop so I'll start Off-Beat Mondays so experimenting.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

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