a short shot of brilliance. love the added center panned guitar in the chorus and the extra effect on the vox at 0.59. great guitars and vocals. ive had the track on repeat, no sleep, repeat......

Glad, that https://soundcloud.com/theforestarmy invited me to add some sax,
photo, backtrack - composition, concept, instruments by "The Forest Army"

The night turns to gray - feat. joerxworx

words, sounds and composition: jeff gardiner and jo richter(@sonic-textures)

Jeff and I both feel the grieve of letting go. In times like these, though, it might be wiser to move unpredictably. Our special thanks go to the memory of Carlos Castaneda, whose novels and gesta and concepts of reality had had quite an impression on our respective minds when they were a lot younger and infinitely more malleable. It's been a blast!
(a note from stonerjazz) 
The photograph of the lovely bench taken by Jo reminds me of the conversations between Carlos Casteneda and Juan Matus while sitting on benches in city parks  about Magic and human beings and the sheer wonder of this existence--the empty bench signifies  their absence in a most poignant way and the final installment in this definitive journey-- and yes indeed it has been a Blast!:)
please find the complete scalar field collection in it's proper order at soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields and coming NOW to Bandcamp as an album too 😊

part I: journey's end
on the brink of sanity
patterns to puzzle a lot from
radiance translates as "shree"
illuminates the rhizome

as alchemists nurse sympathy
stellar drone and terran hum
dot the i and cross the t
I am many, we are one

and when the falcon's freefall flight
devours Osiris' agony
you sit, you breathe, you call it a night for feathers defy gravity
you have no name, you have no weight uncirculate demummified

Part II: journal's end
Even though, small and uninformed
he seemed to know and though he tried
to get a fix on how and why and when and where
Explanations, few and far between
appearing only in a dream
forgotten in the waking
while brains are baking
and crud is caking on the carcass
while it's slipping in it"s standing
exponentially expanding disappointments
take their toll,
even though, wouldn't trade
this moment for a nickel or
for anything at all
graduated, grateful, gratified beyond belief
time's the culprit
time's the thief

scalar fields pt13 Journal's end with Jo Richter

This is how it’s done / FRAWSTAKWA & Paploviante
Lyrics and vocals written and performed by FRAWSTAKWA
@frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/tobedetermined-frawstakwa/this-is-how-its-done-160bpm
Paploviante: Music, Bass, other Instruments, Mix and Mastering

This is how it’s done (frawstakwa&Paploviante)

Leger  (translated after French text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/Zl2PDpiot94
Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Philippe J
Musique: Alain Illos

J''ai vu le temps passer 
et senti l'air trembler.  
Et tous ces gens pressés 
et l'orage gronder. 

J'ai tracé sur la page 
quelques traits de pinceau. 
J'ai regardé le ciel 
et voler les oiseaux.

J'ai piétiné le sol 
et la pluie est tombée.
Sur mon bonheur, 
elle a tout emporté. 

Ma jeunesse volage, 
mon coeur, dans les nuages. 
Et la lumière du soir 
comme un habit doré. 

J'ai regardé le soleil doucement se coucher. 
J'ai vu qu'on pouvait être heureux. 
Auprès des êtres chers, 
de tous ces gens pressés. 

J'ai regardé les branches, 
s'incliner sous le vent. 
Et sous un champ d'étoiles,  
je me suis allongé. 

J'ai tracé sur la page 
quelques traits de pinceau. 
J'ai regardé le ciel 
et voler les oiseaux.

J'ai regardé le soleil doucement se coucher. 
J'ai vu qu'on pouvait être heureux. 
Auprès des êtres chers, 
de tous ces gens pressés.

Leger
I saw time passing 
and felt the air tremble.  
And all those people rushing by 
and the storm rumbling. 

I traced a few brushstrokes 
on the page. 
I watched the sky 
and the birds flying.

I stamped my feet on the ground 
and the rain fell.
It washed away 
all my happiness. 

My fleeting youth, 
my heart, in the clouds. 
And the evening light 
like a golden robe. 

I watched the sun set gently
I saw that it was possible to be happy. 
With loved ones, 
all those people in a hurry. 

I watched the branches 
bend in the wind. 
And under a field of stars,  
I lay down. 

I drew a few brushstrokes 
on the page. 
I watched the sky 
and the birds flying.

I watched the sun gently set. 
I saw that it was possible to be happy. 
With loved ones, 
with all those people in a hurry.

Leger avec Philippe J

Wodwo and I return with another.

Please visit with Wodwo here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Cover art: Wodwo

The Pendulum Swings

Les chemins de nos vies sont souvent parsemés de questions.
The paths of our lives are often filled with questions.
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer Arranger / Guitar / Bass
Régis GAUBERT : Arranger / Keyboard
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter / Singer

Lyrics
Au tournant de nos routes on laisse des visages
Des amitiés dissoutes ou parties en voyage
Il y a les heures qui tournent et le temps qui se fige
Des naufrages qu'on détourne mais qu'on garde en vestige

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Quand on se dépoussière on retient l'essentiel
Ça brille à la lumière juste un confidentiel

En détournant nos doutes on gomme des images
Des erreurs qu'on redoute comme un droit de passage
Y'a ce train qui s'en va et toi qui reste en gare
Le prochain est pour moi attention au départ

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
La vie n'est qu'une seconde pas une minute à perdre
Faisons le tour du monde au risque de tout perdre

En parcourant les routes on voit des paysages
Des clichés qui s'ajoutent à nos maigres bagages
Ces années qui s'échouent qui ne reviendront pas
Autant de rendez vous où l'on n'était pas la

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Avant qu'elle ne s'achève vivons à l'heure d'été
Si le ciel n'est qu'un rêve rien qu'une absurdité

At the turning point of our paths, we leave behind faces
Friendships dissolved or gone on a journey
There are hours that pass and time that stands still
Shipwrecks that we turn away from but keep as relics

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
When we dust ourselves off, we remember what's essential
It shines in the light, just a secret

By turning away our doubts, we erase images
Mistakes we dread like a rite of passage
There's that train leaving and you staying at the station
The next one is for me, watch out for departure

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Life is just a second, not a minute to lose
Let's travel around the world at the risk of losing everything

Traveling the roads, we see landscapes
Shot that add to our meager baggage
These years that are running out, that will never come back
So many appointments we didn't keep

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Before it ends, let's live in summertime
If the sky is just a dream, nothing but absurdity
© Philippe SEGUINARD/Régis GAUBERT/Guillaume DULER Novemdre 2025

Tous les si j'avais su  TRANSLATED

I started out writing a Christmas song and as i was writing down the lyrics a little hand took my hand and this happened...What if Children ruled the world. They are born with so much Love and so much happiness and Innocence and then we , the Adults teach them how to be Adults ...what if it went the other way...what if they taught us about being a Child again, Remember Happiness, Love and peace. I know its only a Song but wouldn't it be great to be an Adult and to actually believe in these things once again. With this thought i would like to wish you all a very happy and peaceful and childish Christmas...Love Johnny 
Johnny

If Children Ruled The World

a distância continuava entre ciprestes

Title taken from a recent article about observations with the Palomar telescope, where they detected transients in archived photographic plates. https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-025-21620-3

Transients

Idris (the navigator) joins the crew of a salvage ship (the Vulture God). They take on a contract for the retrieval of particular ship, only to find it has been ripped part by The Architects... 

All guitar parts were played on a Duesenberg Paloma using an attack synth pedal.

Vulture God

Time, time to go to sleep
worry i don't need
symphonies of dreams

Now go around

Time, save time....
and repeat

repeat sleep repeat

Hello, my name is Omar. I make music and upload various demos i have made at home here. 
Peace and Love.

repeat sleep repeat

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