Smooth and nicely pleasant songwriting with beautiful vocals.

I like the way this builds - a lovely melody and it’s great to hear a story in a song . Your vocal is so excellent and your instrumentation serves the song -as it should be!

your voice is absolutely lovely, keep singing :)

Oh, this one feels so good to me! Sounds that way, too.

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

This song is about being honest and vulnerable with others! :)

I'm Not A Fake!

Snow

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

Get Out!

A track I did a while ago, while getting drunk and jamming some punkrock. Recently decided to add Jays vocals to the track to make it whole. Also took the opportunity to do a nice re-mix of the original rough mix. Sit back, buckle up, enjoy the ride

Guitars/ Bass/ Keys/ Production/ Mix : Chris
Vocals : Mr. Screaming Jay Snider

Get Out

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a small group of music-loving aliens who decided to live among humans, blending in, absorbing their musical art, and trying to contribute with their own.😜
On a planet Earth plagued by wars, hatred, climate change, and junk food, with 99 percent of the wealth held by just 1 percent of humanity, these somewhat alienated aliens one day discovered that even the dark can be beautiful.
They discovered The Beautiful Dark (https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark), simply Carl to his friends, living on a beautiful island not far from the chaos of the old continent, the noble Ireland.
So this little bunch of aliens with their questionably produced music decided that yes, absolutely, they had to at least try to pay tribute to that Earth artist who felt anything but Earthbound in his noble intentions.
They just had to do it. Especially after dear Carl helped ease the pain of our guitarist’s clumsy fall down the stairs with his poetry, music, and photography (she’s fine, don’t worry ). 😂
This one is epic: https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark/may-apples-read-you-one-handed 😅
So here is our tribute to the awesome Carl. It’s a humble offering compared to his talent and refined art, but considering it was written, played, arranged, sung, produced, and mixed in just two days, it’s kind of a small miracle.
We really hope you’ll like it, especially you, Carl.
Big thanks to all the amazing artists on SoundCloud. This music planet is wonderful. Thank you for existing. 🤗
Thank you, Carl. Love you. 🫶
P.S. As for the wild Italian rambling at the end of the track, we’ll talk about that in the comments maybe. Better not clutter the song description with Mary’s poetically hysterical metaphors. 😂
Ah, and the cover art is titled Carl kicks the Moon's arse.😆
The song is in D minor, the perfect key to express both beauty and melancholy. It hopefully captures the very spirit of Ireland and the deep emotions behind “The Beautiful Dark.” It’s as if the music itself builds a bridge between light and shadow, between solitude and hope.
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on June 18, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

You speak in verses old as stone,
Like rivers carving through the bone.
A voice that holds the wild and wise,
With every line, a new sunrise.

Your home is filled with turf and song,
The tales of old still loud and strong.
Mist rolls in from hills and sea,
Yet your words still set us free.

So here’s to you, Carl, friend and guide,
In every rhyme you stand with pride.
May your music sail on open seas,
With love, from us, across the breeze.

Not just a poet, but a fire,
That burns through doubt, that lifts us higher.
You blend the past with something new,
A druid’s heart beats pure and true.

So here’s to you, Carl, friend and guide,
In every rhyme you stand with pride.
May your music sail on open seas,
With love, from us, across the breeze.

A crackling fire, stars above,
The night wrapped tight in verse and love.
The chords fall right, the words stay strong,
Lights down low, this is Carl's song.

So here’s to you, Carl, friend and guide,
In every rhyme you stand with pride.
May your music sail on open seas,
With love, from us, across the breeze.

Hearts full, pints raised, this is Carl’s song!

The Beautiful Dark (Carl's Song)

Sophie and I stripped it all down – raw chords, bare emotions. “Stay Under (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yT1ZL4QWxk

After over 10,000 listens to the original version with Laura Maren (https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/burning-inside-feat-laura-maren) Burning Inside returns in a stripped-down and even more visceral guise.
This acoustic version lays the song bare, letting every crack, every unsaid word, every flame that burns inside emerge.

A raw and intimate grunge, where the voice becomes confession and the silence burns as much as the sound.
For those who loved the original: this is the same soul, but without skin.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie Ellison

Lyrics
[Verse]
The ash is falling like a blackened snow
The fire’s inside me
It won’t let go
My veins are rivers
They're running red
A pyre ignites the thoughts in my head

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Verse 2]
A scream is rising but it makes no sound
The smoke’s a shroud that pulls me down
Every ember whispers
It knows my name
The heat’s a lover and it plays the game

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Bridge]
The walls are melting
The shadows crawl
I see my face in the fire’s thrall
Every spark a secret
A truth untold
This inferno’s mine
It’s fierce and cold

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

Burning inside unplugged version

Spotify 

Takeover

“She walks. Time collapses. I scream what the galaxy forgot.” Vedran

Vedran - I Fight Time - She

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Yuliya Starova
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I wore my mirrorball smile,
Threaded in velvet static.
Feet kissed glass in a spiral,
While the DJ looped the dramatic.

Chandeliers blinked in Morse code,
Telling secrets to the sweat.
I was half a ghost, half glitter,
Haven’t found my other yet.

Every face a flicker show,
Every laugh a borrowed coat.
I swayed in place like the tide,
While your absence took the lead.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Waltzed with the echo and steam.
No one here speaks the language
Of the love that I keep in a dream.
Midnight spins like a scratched confession,
But nobody’s looking for me.

There was a boy with constellation freckles,
And a girl made of eyeliner smoke.
I touched them in passing like pages,
But the chapter never spoke.

Confetti fell like false promises,
A ticker-tape goodbye.
I carved your name in condensation
On the walls of a disco sky.

Velvet ropes and paper crowns,
Plastic hearts in lost and found.
I burned my name into the beat,
Still nobody turned around.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Twirled through the blur and the beam.
No one here knows the hunger
Of the love I keep quiet and clean.
This is no fairytale ending,
Just a strobe and a fever dream.

Maybe love’s a myth in sequins,
Maybe it left before the soundcheck.
Maybe I’m the last believer
In a world of silhouette suspects.

I’ll stay ‘til the floor goes silent,
When the last bass note slips away.
Still spinning in that soft denial,
Like love was only a song they played.

No One at the Disco

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

Hey beautiful people!🤗
We cooked up a funky instrumental track featuring Valerio absolutely killing it on drums (not that bass and guitar are holding back). It’s called "Sticks of Funk" and we’re dropping it today to celebrate the birthday🎉 of the man who sets the beat, or keeps the groove alive, however you wanna put it.
It’s a bit different from what we usually do, and just a heads-up, the track kicks off with an old vocal sample from a funky song we never finished or released, and yeah... it might make you jump out of your seat the first time you hear it. Totally unintentional, promise.
Hope you dig it, and happy birthday Val!🎂
In the meantime, we’re working on a song inspired by an ’80s classic we recently heard at a live gig, complete with a video! We’ll share it with you in a few days.
If you feel like it, hit us up in the comments! Thanks in advance for the feedback!
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on July 13, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Sticks of Funk

Sticks of Funk (Instrumental)

A SHORT PIECE FOR À CAPPÈLLA
Music by Overdrive
All voices performed by Mick Jimenez

This is my small contribution to the à cappèlla music genre. There is no AI here; everything was composed from scratch and in the old-fashioned way. The baroque fugue lessons taught by late Sister Xavier, a cheerful nun who was my piano teacher when I was nine, were especially useful here. 

All vocals were performed and recorded by the talented Argentine musician Mick Jimenez Barr, a baritone singer who also helped choose the best phonemes for this little piece.

In addition to being an exceptional singer, Mick is a bassist, guitarist, keyboardist, and fan of bands such as Queen, The Cars, and The Beatles. Check out Mick's pages on Soundcloud and Fiverr and listen to his unbelievable vocal performances:
https://soundcloud.com/mickyjbarr
https://www.fiverr.com/mickybarr

Hope you enjoy the song.

A Short Piece For À Cappèlla

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/c20e13d4-757b-4f21-99aa-5a20f8ba1f51
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión boceto cine  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-6

AMANECER

Empieza a amanecer
y el sol se asoma lentamente
por entre las montañas,
dando paso a la mañana.

Perdido en las tinieblas
contemplo mi pueblo y a sus tierras
que conforme viene el día
se van llenando de vida.

Estribillo

Me gusta ver cómo amanece
y con calma esperar que venga el día
el canto del grillo se muere
en cambio el del gallo se anima

Me gusta ver nacer el alba
y sentir el frescor de la mañana
los rayos del sol en mi cara
la tranquilidad en mi alma.

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El día comenzó
y se ven las aves junto al cielo
expresan con sus trinos 
la alegría de vivirlo.

Contento y satisfecho
emprendo el camino de regreso
y cuando despierta el pueblo 
es cuando yo cojo el sueño.

Estribillo

DAWN

Dawn begins
and the sun slowly peeks
over the mountains,
giving way to morning.

Lost in the darkness
I contemplate my town and its lands
which, as the day comes,
are filled with life.

Chorus

I like to watch the dawn
and calmly wait for the day to come
the cricket's song dies
but the rooster's comes alive

I like to see the dawn break
and feel the freshness of the morning
the sun's rays on my face
the tranquility in my soul.

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The day has begun
and the birds can be seen against the sky
expressing with their songs
the joy of living it.

Happy and satisfied
I start my way back
and when the town wakes
that's when I fall asleep.

Chorus

Amanecer AC

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

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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イギリス、スウィンドン出身のソロアーティスト／プロデューサー。他の人が歌っている間に音作りをしています。何をやっているか全く分かりません😉。聴いてくださって、コメントしてくださって、リポストしてくださる皆さん、本当にありがとうございます！x
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日本のリスナーの皆さん、本当にありがとうございます。毎回の配信に本当に感謝しています！

Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.

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