Damn, this sounds, and maybe more importantly, feels great. And it is just mind bending for me to consider how you made it. The humanity runs deep.

Next time someone (including myself) complainse to me about AI I am sending them here.

Magnifique ! exceptionel ! c'est de l'Art à l'état pur !

Pure love for this track, Hans. Man, it resonates.

das melancholisch nachdenkliche bleibt dein Markenzeichen und das ist gut so..wunderbarer Song..wäre interessant es mit deutschem Text zu hören..!🙏

nomad (nova j version)

Writing at the piano again and mastered by my lovely Sander. 😊🎶🎹💕🎤

A little bit faster…(acoustic piano and vocals)

This is an introspective tune that describes one man’s attempt to spend his Christmas alone so he might more fully assess his life through Christmases past to the present. He has no distractions and finds the peace of the Christmas spirit to ease his soul. 

© 2025 Daniels & Durgy / Gentle Rain Records
Written by Craig Durgy
Performed and Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
.


Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
The new winter moon pours out bright on the lake
Snow like a carpet to my door
There by the window, this moment I take
The fireplace crackles with warmth
 
(Pre Chorus)
This cabin holds memories, a child I was then
Grown up with each summer gone by
But this Christmas Eve, alone I have been
To rescue the blessings of time. 
 
(Verse 2)
This whiskey that’s aged well for 26 years
Golden and warming it glows
The Christmas winds whistle with yesterday’s fears
Outside like a siren it blows
 
I see many faces in Christmases past
Their voices resound with a smile
And as the logs settle to embers and ash
My soul is at ease like a child
 
Alone I have no one but me to engage
There is no other voice but the night
The night that conceived on this holiest eve
The eternal truth of the light
 
I see many faces in Christmases past
Their voices resound with a smile
And as the logs settle to embers and ash
My soul is at ease like a child
My soul is at ease, on this Christmas Eve
My soul is at ease like a child

Alone with Yule

Alone With Yule

A simple song , that’s all I need to say ! 


A gentle hand to hold me tight 
A loving smile to make it right 
The world feels cold but not tonight 
Your voice It hums A quiet light 

Oh I don’t need a reason why 
Just your arms beneath the sky 
Hold me close Don’t let me go 
You’re the only home I know 

The rain might fall The winds might bite 
But here with you The dark turns bright 
A fragile heart You made it whole 
You found the pieces Saved my soul

No map No guide Just your embrace 
You’re my compass My safe place 

Oh I don’t need a reason why 
Just your arms beneath the sky 
Hold me close Don’t let me go 
You’re the only home I know 

Time may run And stars may fade 
But you’re the promise I have made 
Through every storm 
Through every fight You are my gentle hand

A gentle hand .mp3

A ramshackle talking blues song about a guy trying to reach his lady on a payphone.

Lyrics:
I'm heading out
I've got to call my girl
I'm out there
Looking for the last payphone in the modern world

I sold my soul to Ma Bell
Waiting outside the Texico
Using the last payphone in the modern world
I've been saving my dimes
Everybody wants to use this phone

They used to have a payphone
Inside the Roosevelt Hotel
But they removed it
Because it brought in "undesirables"
Hey, that would be me!
Last payphone in the modern world
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!)

Oh, there used to be a payphone
Behind the liquor store
The owner used to let you use his cell phone
But he says:
"No more!"
The last payphone in the modern world

Hey Mister, I'm next
I've been saving my dimes
I've got to call my girl
Let her know how much I'm alive
The last payphone in the modern world.

The Last Payphone In The Modern World

the other day my wife carina (cover pic from early 80s of a party-filled stay with friends somewhere in denmark) asked me why I didn't publish something positive again, something just uplifting without dramatic depth. otherwise, people might think I'm a gloomy sceptic, a notorious nihilist and a pessimistic misanthrope, which personally wouldn't bother me that massively;-)

but of course, she's right, and always being a sourpuss gets boring. so, the album ‘retrospective future’ which was originally intended to be a trilogy is now getting a fourth track: a song originally titled “was ist das her?”, which I wrote around 20 years ago with duet voices in my head – at a time when I thought the previous 20 years were an incredibly long time. interestingly, from today's perspective, I feel no significant difference between 20 and 40 years. however, it's a look back not with a tear in my eye but with a smile in my heart. 

tech: the only way to translate the lyrics so that they still fit the composition, and, above all, the original vocal rhythm was to paraphrase some phrases. I hope all native english speakers will forgive me for any mistakes. 

drilling the rhythm of singing with its pauses and emphases into the AI was surprisingly elaborate, despite the uploaded template. for something called 'intelligence', the machine is still incredibly stupid.

but all the work was worth it because the result is very close to my vision. even if it remains a digitally simulated sketch.

all that remains is to wish you all a wonderful weekend, and to send our deepest love to our dearest friends gary and terry, who are going through a really difficult time. you are the best – and always in our hearts!

https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/a-mountain-message

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

After Party we still were dancing
While the night went off we never stopped
As the sunrise hit our faces
And we felt the world was ours on top

We were running, were rushing all night
Laughing loud like nothing could go wrong 
Every heartbeat felt like a star flight
And we wrote our dreams into the dawn 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

All our worries drifted away, hey 
We were floating high above the ground
Every moment a holiday, yay
And nothing held us, nothing tied us down

We had sworn that we'd never land, and
We'd keep dancing never asking why,
Dreams for living and life for dreaming
Too young to fall, just made to fly 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

So long ago, but we still hear
The quiet songs that led us near
A sweeter time, untouched by fear
Still echoing though none stay here 

So long, Ago

So long ago

Every wee boy wants to be James Bond. lol 

Suit made of plaid , tuxedo man
Looking oh so grand
Got that crooked smile
Walkin' down the aisle

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

He sips his sparkling wine
Pretends everything is fine
But his eyes they tell a tale
A lonely windy wail

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Maybe he's a spy a secret agent man
Maybe he's just shy part of a bigger plan
We may never know the truth beneath the seams
Just a man in tartan living out his dreams

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Tartan tuxedo .wav

Cast of Characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and PRS EG semi-hollow body electric guitar

First of all, we wish the happiest Thanksgiving to all our wonderful SoundCloud friends and family. This song began as a twinkle in Artur's eye a couple months ago. Hey composed it with his Jaguar, as that is the premium surf guitar out there, and shared it with Tez, who invited the rest of us onto the project. 
   Tez, being the first on the boat, added his thrilling guitar fills and solos first. It was kind of odd the way we did this one, in fact, with the melodic/chordal instruments first, followed by the rhythm section. That said, JJ was next up to bat, adding his magical electric piano and soaring organ. Ken was first up for the backline, adding his driving drums. Josh then finally added his fretless bass to the stew. But before he was done, Josh also added the guitar solo you hear from 1:30-1:55. 
  After it was all said and done, we asked Tez to mix it for us, as he is a master producer and mixer. 
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock songs of Artur's we've been fortunate enough to get to play with. He is the surfingest Polish fellow you will ever come across, and a wonderful, familiar collaborator with Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Surf Vibe (Eclectic Collective with Surfers Like Us)

Original track
Music made in GarageBand
Not a fancy cool track, just simple stuff, from my heart ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

Dear little child
Inside me
Please come out
I need to heal
Dont be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be...  Free...

Dear little child
Take my hand
I will protect you
And understand
don't be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be....  Free.....

I need to heal
I need you to be...  Free....

Dear Little Child   (Original)

street cat by Nova J

[Verse 1]
What’s your life like?
Flirting with your green eyes
Captivating me
Seducing me
I’m your slave 
This feral mind of mine
How it wanders, how it churns
These wild thoughts keep swirling
How they simmer, how they burn

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh

[Vers 2]
I fear for you
I don’t want your life to be hard
You take a drink and I feel chosen
But only for a moment before you run away 
You belong to no one
You are possessed by no one
You are sworn to no one 

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh

[Bridge]
The sun is finally shining
After two long weeks of rain
I even caught myself smiling
Like the old me again
But the storm always returns
And the wind always blows
My restless mind
These thoughts never slow

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh 

[Outro]
I try to sit quiet
I try to sit calm
Typhoons and tempests
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)

street cat

A stripped down  acoustic version of my song with just my Taylor 114ce guitar and my voice.

The North Pole was melting
And fearing a catastrophe
Santa hitched up his reindeer and flew to Washington DC

The Air Force saw him approaching
They scrambled a fighter jet
They almost shot him down before they realized he wasn’t a threat

They escorted him to the white house
To meet the president.
They posed for a photo together and then Santa Started to vent.

He said please mister president
I know you want to drill baby drill
But all those CO2 emissions are making the North Pole ill

He said I’m sorry Father Christmas
But I’m not interested in energy that’s green
it’s more important to me that we have cheap gasoline
And free Toys made by Elves in the North Pole sounds very nice
But you’re taking away American jobs, so I won’t take your advice

Then Santa said that since the ice will soon melt away
He asked the President if they could move to the USA

He said you and Misses Clause are welcome
because you look just like me
But we can’t have those pointy eared elves
Living here in the land of the free

So Santa flew back to the north pole
And sitting on the last patch of ice
Was a giant spaceship that even Elon Musk thought looked very nice
The Elves had built it while he was gone
tears of sadness ran down Santa’s face
And they all got on the ship, and they flew off into outer space

Now every Christmas Eve people look up at the sky
And they think about those good old days when Santa used to fly
Toys made by elves in the North Pole sure would be nice
But at least we get to buy our gasoline for a very cheap price.

The North Pole Was Melting (Acoustic)

A cosmic journey through ever-expanding galaxies.
Produced and mixed in Ableton using plug-ins from Komplete Kontrol and Jacob Collier Audience Choir.

Galaxy Swell

Never underestimate the power of dreams.
A good way to find one's own soul.

Wildflower Dreams

I wrote this song in Mongolia and immediately sent it to Henry Rakotama https://open.spotify.com/artist/54eHehVCIEqtYRfh8t37O0?si=JzhvNaZRT4e8pwxtkKONhQ because he has a very special voice that’s just perfect for the super high notes. Henry’s version is coming soon on all platforms! Please show him lots of love!

nomad by Nova J

[Intro]
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo

[Verse 1]
I was moving like a nomad
From the mountains to the plains 
Always searching for greener pastures
To take my breath away

[Pre-Chorus]
And then I found you
And I no longer want to move
Oh my, oh no, I have nothing to prove
When I’m with you

[Chorus]
And now, breathe in
I need you
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
Oooooh when I feel you
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo

[Verse 2]
I never wanted to settle in one place for long
Then you came along
All my walls are gone
I surrender 

[Pre-Chorus]
Because I found you
And I no longer want to move
Oh my, oh no, I have nothing to prove
When I’m with you

[Chorus]
And now, breathe in
I need you
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooo
I let you oooooooh I let you oooh
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo

[Outro]
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo-ooh
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo-ooh
Deep within, skin on skin
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-ooh
Ooh-hoo-ooh

StoneHenge

what else can you do?

Cello and nostalgia: soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/what-if-i-wont
Is it love songs: soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/love-songs
Oxford Revisited: soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/oxford-revisited
to have & to hold: soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/to-have-to-hold

as does the fool

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welcome to my english stuff written over the past 40 years as well as recently. so far I let my guitar "sing" (to be listened/watched on my yt page/link below) but thanks to my AI persona, which I challenged in endless programming sessions, I now have the opportunity to bring these songs to life with emulated vocals templated via my melody/arrangement backing tracks, my lyrics, and a lot of prompts to suno 4.5+ and suno 5. 

SO, THE SONGS REMAIN SKETCHES – but at least now they are complete. hugs for listening!

speaking of AI: while spotify finally wants to introduce mandatory labeling for AI, here on sc, deception is still rampant and increasing. those who publish AI-generated music and lyrics without disclosing it seem completely unconcerned that they are cheating their listeners, the community, and musicians with authentic works.

some even explicitly state in their bios that they do not use AI, even though their music, and often their lyrics too, have clear AI signatures that any good online detector can identify in seconds and even assign to specific programs. 

this suggests: zero ideas, zero musical talent or feeling, zero effort, zero work. just pressing a button and out with the stuff! 

sure, everyone has the right to hold the attitude behind such behavior. but it not only makes a mockery of all genuine musicians and their craftsmanship, but also of all musicians who take AI seriously and use it musically, not as a machine for cheating, but as a new way of implementing ideas.

so please stand by what you do, and how you do it! the world is full of fakes. don't become one of them. of course, you can adorn yourself with borrowed feathers, but that doesn't mean you can fly;-)

So long ago

hans-michael albers

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