This is a very good indie track like it a lot

Good one ! keep it up ! have a nice day !

Great song - Fab vocals and guitar sounds.

Oh this is so good. Gorgeous vocals and lush arrangement. Nostalgic for the old days on here

Get the lossless version on Bandcamp: telquelsounds.bandcamp.com/album/decaying-lull

Decaying Lull

Endless Horizons (Ambient Version)

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

The Alchemist

Out Fishing

Tout m'est merveille - Remix

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

A dreamy reflection on loss and memory, where grief becomes light in the echoes of home.

Echoes of Home

Slow to mid tempo track, written, arranged & produced by John Hardman, performed live by Beats Working who are: John Hardman -lead vocals & lead guitar, Chris Glover - drums & percussion, Lynn John Sheppard - Bass & backing vocals, Dave Rea - rhythm guitar and backing vocals.
A Swamp Music production
(c)(p) Swamp Music (UK) & Swamp Records (UK) for all territories.
Original studio recording on Putting It About album with artwork by Tristan Greatrex.


Putting It About

Achin' Heart live

Achin' Heart live - Beats Working

Submarine

I thought I’d build a submarine to travel deep under the sea
My computer drew some custom blueprints just – for - me
It will have a viewing port below and a periscopic view above
And a captain’s chair in calfskin leather that will fit me like - a – glove

My submarine is sleek and gold a fantastic sight to behold
Passersby who saw it couldn’t help - but – gawk
I put it on my old trailer and hitched it to my new volvo
And headed out for its maiden launch from the public City dock

I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before
I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before

I don’t have any deep sea knowledge as I head into the blue
But I have a clever chatbot that can tell me what – to – do
My friends seem somewhat skeptical; they’re clearly jealous I can tell
that none of them has thought of such a great idea too

When I return, if you’re lucky I will tell you all the things I saw
Cuz surely I’ll have stories that will fascinate and awe
Before I go let me tell you one thing you can know
You’ll never see what’s outside if you don’t open up the door

I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before
I’m gonna be in this world like I have never been before


Submarine

https://soundcloud.com/king-polo-lagen
“King Chaos 1 of 1” is a raw, untouchable anthem produced by CYFR 360, blending heavy-hitting 808s with a futuristic trap energy. This record captures the essence of being one-of-one—unmatched, unreplicated, and unapologetic. The production brings a cybernetic, neon grit that amplifies the commanding flow and chaotic energy, making it clear this track stands in a lane of its own. A statement piece for anyone stepping into their crown, “King Chaos 1 of 1” embodies dominance, individuality, and unstoppable momentum.

I AM WHO I AM

Music, mix & lyrics by @Guiville
Vocals by Libby
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This track is inspired by one of the very first instrumental pieces I uploaded over 12 years ago. Huge thanks to Libby for bringing my lyrics to life with her beautiful vocals.

The original acoustic version can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/tess-be-kind 

The music itself was originally inspired by the 1956 film Tea and Sympathy, particularly the poignant line: "Years from now, when you talk about this, and you will be kind."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_and_Sympathy_(film)_
https://www.imdb.com/video/vi4086416153/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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This song captures the hollow feeling of landing the job you thought you wanted, only to find it slowly draining your spirit. The lyrics take a poetic, sideways look at modern work life, fluorescent lights, endless paperwork, and the quiet grief of trading your dreams for a steady paycheque. It’s about the tension between freedom and security, and the way routine can feel like a cage, even when you’ve built it yourself.
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Lyrics:

I signed my name,
With trembling hand,
To a promise that pays,
But does not understand.

The clock strikes nine,
A funeral chime,
For the boy who once
Believed in rhyme.

The boss smiles thin,
Like a priest at sin,
And says, "Well done, you’ve made it."
But my soul stays vacant.

And I type, and I type,
'Til my fingers lose their fight,
In a room with no view,
Where the daylight feels untrue.

The vending machine,
Is my only friend,
It hums like mercy,
But eats my spend.

The laughter rings,
Like broken glass,
While my dreams are filed
Under “Never Ask.”

And I sign, and I sign,
On the dotted, cursed line,
While the ceiling caves in,
With fluorescent sin.

Oh, freedom is a coat
I wore when I was young,
Now moths and memories
Have chewed it undone.

So I leave at five,
But I’m never free,
This desk, this job,
It works for me.
It works for me.
Oh, it works on me.
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12 years - 'You don't want to rush into these things' @subhero ; )

It Works On Me feat. Libby

Solo artist/producer from Swindon, UK - dabbling in sounds while others sing. No idea what I’m doing 😉. Love to all who listen, comment, and repost! x
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音楽は楽しいです

It Works On Me feat. Libby

Guiville

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