another catchy  bluesy rockn`roll track, awesome performance!  Like the story , too !

everything about this song has great character and soul!

Listen this us:
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BEING A COLLECTIVE BEYOND LANDS AND LAKES

Jonn Hart & LoveRance VS Still Fresh (Dramantic Remix)

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fast glass deep bounce

Cancion del gato solitario

„Towards the Dawn" from the album Tides of Melancholy is an emotional journey between darkness and light. The track captures the essence of sorrow and hope, unfolding in delicate yet powerful melodies. With a tender piano performance accompanied by a soft violin, the song takes the listener into a world of reflection and inner transformation.

In an atmosphere that is both contemplative and uplifting, the track symbolizes the transition from difficult moments to new possibilities. Melancholy blends with a hint of hope, as if the darkness is being pierced by the first rays of morning.

Perfect for fans of cinematic, ambient, and instrumental music, looking for a sound that is both profound and uplifting.

„Towards the Dawn“ aus dem Album Tides of Melancholy ist eine emotionale Reise zwischen Dunkelheit und Licht. Der Song fängt die Essenz von Trauer und Hoffnung ein und entfaltet sich in sanften, aber kraftvollen Melodien. Mit einem zarten Klavierspiel, das von einer weichen Violine begleitet wird, entführt der Track den Hörer in eine Welt der Reflexion und des inneren Wandels.

In einer Atmosphäre, die gleichermaßen nachdenklich und erhebend ist, symbolisiert der Song den Übergang von schwierigen Momenten hin zu neuen Möglichkeiten. Die Melancholie vermischt sich mit einem Hauch von Hoffnung, als würde die Dunkelheit von den ersten Strahlen des Morgens durchbrochen.

🎶 Album: Tides of Melancholy
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Note: This track was entirely composed, performed, arranged, and produced by myself – without the use of artificial intelligence.
Creating authentic music with real emotion and personality is important to me. Thank you for listening and for your support.

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Echte Musik mit authentischen Emotionen und Persönlichkeit zu erschaffen, ist mir wichtig. Vielen Dank, dass du zugehört hast und für deine Unterstützung.

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Tide Of Melancholy

Towards the Dawn

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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Gefangen im Labyrinth aus Grau
Wo Gedanken sich wie Schatten winden
Den Ausweg such ich, blind und rau
Kann die Richtung nicht mehr finden

In meinem Kopf ein Karussell (dreht sich endlos)
Aus Zweifeln und aus alten Fragen (dreht sich weiter)
Die Antwort scheint so nah und doch so fern
Gefangen zwischen Angst und Wagen (zwischen Welten)

Doch zwischen all den dunklen Zeilen
Beginnt ein neues Licht zu leuchten (leuchtet sanft und weit)
Lässt meine Seele langsam heilen
Wie Morgenlicht durch Nebel bricht (heilt die Zeit)

(Gedanken wie Wellen am Strand)

Jeder Gedanke formt die Welt
Wie ein Künstler seine Farben mischt (Farben mischt)
Hab zu lang das Grau gewählt
Bis der Regenbogen erlischt (still erlischt)

Und ich erkenne endlich klar (endlich klar)
Die Kraft in meinen eignen Händen
Was Schatten war, wird sonnenklar
Zeit die Richtung neu zu wenden (neu zu wenden)

Zwischen all den hellen Zeilen
Tanzt nun Hoffnung wie ein Schmetterling (tanzt so leicht und frei)
Lass die alten Muster heilen
Weiß, dass ich den Weg jetzt finde (finde mich)

In jedem Stolpern, jedem Fallen
Liegt ein Samen neuer Stärke (wächst ganz still heran)
Durch Dunkelheit zum Licht zu wallen
Schreib ich meine eigne Geschichte (neues Kapitel)

In der Stille meiner Gedanken
Liegt die Kraft zur Wandlung schon bereit (Wandlung schon bereit)
Zwischen Licht und Schatten schwankend
Find ich meine eigne Zeit (meine Zeit)
Die Welt in neuen Farben sehend
Ist der Weg nun klar und weit (klar und weit)

English translation:
Trapped in a labyrinth of gray
Where thoughts twist like shadows
I search for a way out, blind and rough
Can no longer find the direction

In my head, a carousel (spinning endlessly)
Of doubts and old questions (spinning on)
The answer seems so close and yet so far away
Trapped between fear and daring (between worlds)

But between all the dark lines
A new light begins to shine (shines softly and far)
Letting my soul slowly heal
Like morning light breaking through the fog (healing time)

(Thoughts like waves on the beach)

Every thought shapes the world
Like an artist mixing his colors (mixing colors)
I chose gray for too long
Until the rainbow faded (faded silently)

And I finally see clearly (finally clear)
The power in my own hands
What was shadow becomes crystal clear
Time to change direction (change direction)

Between all the bright lines
Hope now dances like a butterfly (dances so light and free)
Let the old patterns heal
Know that I will now find the way (find myself)

In every stumble, every fall
Lies a seed of new strength (growing quietly)
Through darkness to light
I write my own story (new chapter)

In the silence of my thoughts
The power for change is already there (change is already there)
Swaying between light and shadow
I find my own time (my time)
Seeing the world in new colors
The path is now clear and wide (clear and wide)

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Music: Ian Greaves [ https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 | https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

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Songwriting und Lyrics by René Methner / Recorded by Para Lia / Mix und Master by Lakesidestudio, Berlin

Para Lia:
René Methner - Gitarre, Vocal, Synth
Cindy Methner - Vocal
Michael Schlottke - Bass
Emanuel Mukow - Drums
Remo Ender - Gitarre
Dennis Grund - Mellotroneffekt-Gitarre

Cover art: RM, Foto by Heiko Portale

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with the cream of the jest
at the wheel we are blessed

with shrill and loud disputes
straight ahead the downwards route

in neverland

infantile speech for the dumb
for all the sheeps

we are underestimated rats
gold-givers for spoiled cats

in neverland

s.o.s. we lose contact with the cell
in the end we lose contact with ourselves
in neverland

Para Lia - Neverland

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

This is a track from my album TALES OF A NOMAD, a collection of impressions from decades of living a nomadic life for professional reasons.

'78, The Woods, And The Lake

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – open.spotify.com/album/42qOeOxPcclsxwxlPynFfL – Chris – Gretch bass, Guild Pelora electric guitar, SoundStone on a Harley Benton electric guitar, vocals, composition, mix, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – organ
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Roland Phantom synth
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Les Paul custom electric guitar

This song began as a mostly fully fleshed out idea from Chris. He presented it to the rest of Eclectic Collective as a bass line with a rhythm guitar chugging the goove. Awesomely powerful groove, but pretty stripped down compared with the final version.

We did this in an odd order this time, for no particular reason. Probably because Chris' bass groove was so strong, Mark was able to first add his ripping organ throughout, inspired by Deep Purple. Tez, again surprisingly, was able to add the fiery solos at the end and the intro, even before the drums were up. Although, we didn't have to wait long for that, because Ken filled them in perfectly, as he always does. Once the structure and rhythm section was complete, Josh decided to add the synth solo in the middle, at the crescendo, which he really enjoyed doing. Stephen came last to the party, but replaced Chris' rudimentary rhythm guitar with a fierocious, but more riff oriented, and less chordy line throughout.

Once it was in the bag, Chris was the natural choice to mix it, since his productions are always top quality, and it was his song to begin with. During the production, he also decided to add the guitar, including the an e-bow like device called a SandStone that sounds a bit like a synth, and vocal tones to the middle and end. He also added the vocalizations you hear in those parts, as well.

This is an example of an Eclecitic Collective song started by Chris, whose music we adore and with whom are always excited to work. His music is all amazing; check out his page if you haven't already. He is also on Spotify, which is where you'll find his new album, which is amazing! We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

The Collective - (Eclectic Collective) song by CGManess

Lizzie kindly agreed to add her beautiful vocals to this song, we hope that you like this latest collaboration.
Please go over and listen to more of Lizzie's gorgeous songs. @taylor-pentland

Undercurrent  (With Lizzie Taypen)

Some old age blues swagger
Note: AI artwork. No AI music

Lyrics:
I put my head into a hive of a million bees
I'm jumping over a lake of fire
Of alligators
On my Jet Ski
I'm sleeping on barbed wire
I need to retire
I have payments left on my 
1983 Cadillac Eldorado
All the ladies know
That I'm past my prime
I'm not built for speed
But I'm real, real sweet ride

I'm the daredevil of love
If you go home with me
I'll show you my wounds and my scars
Daredevil of love
I like to sleep in late
And come home early from the bars
Daredevil of love
I'll take a risk
That you just might fall in love with me

All my best friends
They're in a rattlesnake den
I'm eating greasy burgers
I'm wrestling
A hundred angry vegans
I'm drinking with the devil
Whiskey and shellac
I've been jumping out of airplanes
With no pack upon my back
The mystery of love
And the things we can't see
Gravity and Cupid are my only referees

I'm the daredevil of love
If you go home with me
I'll show you my wounds and my scars
Daredevil of love
I like to sleep in late
And come home early from the bars
Daredevil of love
I might just ask you to watch TV
I might ask you to hold me
Daredevil of love

Daredevil Of Love

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

'Never Too Late' is an easy listening Jazz Fusion Track

Dont Smudge The Ink

Never Too Late

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

Thanks you so much for listening!

I try to write with rich lyrical details and self-deprecating humor about the human condition. Plus, that unique Shade Structure sound!  It sounds best with headphones. Thanks for any comments, reposts or likes.

Discography: Available under Album tag on my Soundcloud main page. Free Downloads/ Always Free
* The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost (2024)
* Low Profile (2024)
* Smilers (EP 2023)
•Short Songs For Tall Minds"  (2022)
•Friends, They're Gonna Get Your Story Wrong (2021)
•A Suburban Dadaist With Some Store Bought Beats (2021)
•All Feel and No Technique (2020)
•This Is How I Spend My Nights (2019)
•California Songs (2018-2019)
All sounds contained within are home-made/DIY recordings. Most songs are short stories, as I am influenced by Musicians & Writers like Raymond Carver, Warren Zevon, Mountain Goats, Tom Waits, Mark Eitzel,  Randy Newman, Destroyer, Steely Dan, Captain Beefheart, Loudon Wainwright III, Leonard Cohen & The National. Most songs have the lyrics on the song page. Thank you for listening!

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