Nice another shift in style. Fair play. Good luck with the album ☘️

This is cool! Nice beat and funky groove! Great 70's vibe! Awesome!

Much cool funk disco touch,my friend👍Higher floor here~~AWESOME!Love it

I've missed so much. Loving that funk vibe. Hot bass and cool groove. So good

Soundcloud says this was my #1 played tune in 2025! Pure Funk Genius!!

Your Mix 3

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round the sonic hearth, for we're about to embark on a musical expedition that will tantalize your auditory senses and transport you to a realm where sound becomes a time machine. This is more than just a track; it's a sonic journey through the ages, a gastronomic feast for the ears.

Our melody is a guitar-based masterpiece, a siren's call that beckons you into the unknown. Picture not one, but two guitars, their parts doubling and intertwining like old lovers meeting after a long separation. It's a dance of strings that paints intricate patterns across your mind.

But here's where it gets truly mesmerizing – angular harmonic ideas that twist and turn like a serpent through the musical landscape. The harmonies defy convention, leading you down a labyrinthine path of sonic exploration. Your ears won't believe what they're hearing.

And then, the deep bass arrives, a rumbling undercurrent that resonates within your very core. It's the heartbeat of this composition, a primal force that anchors you to the ancient soil of the Sierra Norte here in Mexico.

Ah, but we're not done yet. The piano steps in, its keys a portal to nostalgia. It weaves a melancholic tale that tugs at your heartstrings, like the echoes of a long-lost memory.

Now, let's talk about the feel of the ancients. This isn't just music; it's a spiritual journey. It's as if the ghosts of the Sierra Norte have found a way to communicate through sound. Close your eyes, and you can almost see them, the indigenous people who once roamed these lands, leaving their indelible mark on the very air we breathe.

As the notes swirl and dance, you'll find yourself ensnared in elusions of psychedelic experiences, like a shamanic ritual conducted by ancient gods, their names long forgotten but their presence still lingering in the hidden corners of our minds.

But don't be fooled, for there's a hint of the creepy, a shadowy figure that lurks just out of sight. It's the yin to the composition's yang, a reminder that even in the most awe-inspiring moments, there is a touch of darkness.

This composition is a testament to the Sierra Norte, a place where every tree tells a story, and every rock whispers the secrets of time. It's inspired by the walks in these woods, the people who call this place home, and the ancient souls who once walked this hallowed ground.

So, my friends, prepare to be transported to a world where music becomes a portal to history, where the past and present collide in a symphony of emotions. It's a feast for the ears, a journey for the soul, and an experience you won't soon forget. Bon appétit, or should I say, buen provecho! 🎸🌲🎶 

#SonicExpedition #SierraNorteSoundscapes #MusicalFeast #AncientWhispers

Ancient Harmonic Sueño

Poésie et musique.


Extraits:

la pluie bat contre mon visage
Laissant mon souffle dire c'est comme ça quand j'ai mal
Mes oreilles restent sourdes et coupent court à tout
Un râle dans ma gorge prêt à rugir m'étouffe

Je me sens laide et sale de la boue qu'on m'a laissée
Ce qu'il y a de charmant en l'homme s'est évaporé
Coup d'épée à mon âme j'engrange les plaies
Patience comme toujours je me relèverai

Je suis faite d'une étoffe tissée bien trop vite
La nuit je tente de défaire le tissu maudit
Que nul ne puisse plus s'insinuer ainsi
Et plus je resserre les mailles 
moins la pluie me saisit

Un Temps (Kevin Chaulier / La Gazelle)

Na Féilte Tine - Samhain ,  Halloween Day, Festival of fire in Ireland
A transition into the dark days , keep well and warm 

Tar Éis na Tine (After the Fire )

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

I jump out of bed every morning eager to continue the fight.
There’s so many wrongs in the world today.
I want to try make them right.
All those negative people out there, I pretend they don’t exist
The more times they tell me no, the harder I persist.

Life keeps trying to knock me down.
But as soon as my body hits the ground.
I bounce back up with a grim smile on my face.
And I lurch on forward slightly dazed with a sense of purpose only I can see.

I’m gonna focus on what’s important, I’m gonna stay above the fray.
Every obstacle I encounter, I’ll push it out of my way.
If anybody tries to stop me, like a steamroller I’ll run them flat.
Like a boxer facing a TKO I’m goanna to jump up from the mat

I’m gonna put one foot in front of the other.
I’m gonna keep right on going.
I’m trying as hard as I can.
I’ve got no intention of slowing.

I’m gonna to be as relentless as one of those zombies in the walking dead.
I’m not goanna let any negative thoughts creep into my head.

I’m gonna make up for lost time.
I’m gonna squeeze the most out of every day.
And if I head down the wrong path,
I’ll turn around and find a better way.

All those sacrifices I’ve been making.
Its goanna be worth the time I spent.
I’m goanna flap my wings as hard as I can.
I’ll continue my ascent.
They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn.
And if I hit a rough patch I’ll continue to push on

Life keeps trying to knock me down.
But as soon as my body hits the ground.
I bounce back up with a grim smile on my face.
And I lurch on forward slightly dazed with a sense of purpose only I can see.

I’m gonna unlock the door to my cage and set myself free.

Bounce Back Up (2025)

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Clock is ticking, time is passing
And you're hangin in
The same routines, you get bored
Need for change, different things

Change is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Deeply in need for company
When you are alone
Longing for someone to see you
Longing to be found

Strength is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Strength is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Waiting for the great true love
The one to save your heart
While you wait, the clock is ticking
Your heart fall apart

Love is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free....

Within Yourself

Live Reflexion #025

I hope you enjoy this feel- good old school rap/disco/EDM/ space funk  song.
From the album : "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (2025)

Lyrics:
The ghosts that live in the sidewalk cracks
We're here because of their fight
Why does the magic disappear
At a higher  Fahrenheit?
If u want a revolution
You're gonna have to work at night
I talked to our basement saytr's
They say they won't bite

Learn to dance
Do the dance
Forget the dance
Do it all over again

Whatever sets your spirits free!

Walking down the street 
Looking like discount store dynamite
A roller coaster love affair
But I was too short to ride
Temporary ecstasy
Doesn't mean the world's alright
Mad, it's the end of the party?
Take it up with the light
Yogi dispensing miracles
Blind in his 3rd eye sight
I went to New York City
She was a Brooklynite
I'm a poet with a million rhymes
I never have time to write
Watch these inner galactic moves
With my space age satellite

Take your power
Use your power
Focus your power
(Take your power, focus your power and use your power!)

Looking back
To the chicken shack
Eating greasy food
You're going to have a heart attack
Avoid the trap
You maniac
I don't buy my soul
Off the rack

Whatever sets your spirits free!

All the nasty things I said
Because I thought It was right
If you want to feel your humanity
Then help with another's plight
All the haters that destroy your joy
Tell them their full of shite
I'm the Minister of Propaganda
I keep that groove locked down tight
(locked down tight)

I'm a drunk bear
And I'm tearing up the picinic site
The history of the world's knowledge
On 1 million terrabyte
I'm the friend in the burning building saying
"It's gonna be alright,"
This is the reason I can carry on
And I never lose my appetite

Whatever sets your spirits free!

Whatever Sets Your Spirits Free

'Wishful Thinking' is is a mixed genre track of easy listening, ambience and soundscape. I've called it Ambient Fusion for the sake of a Genre.....

The Three Ps

Wishful Thinking

Beat production - Dive Bar Liars
Verse 1 - Fat Pockets
Verse 2 - Cassius King
Verse 3 - CALiFORNiA

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.

This is a Mega Royal production.

The Bad Guys feat. Cassius King & CALiFORNiA

A very personal song that is good to be remixed and sung with emotional distance...
We have discussed cryptocurrency...a mistake!
Rudi played Baritone-Uke, Drums, Percussions, Keyboards
Vocals: Rudi
Music: some decibel
Lyrics: some decibel

KryptoNight Remix

Цілував

Night's Lullaby

The track is inspired by the rise of AI in the ARTS.....which I see as coming from the "dark side". I don't condone it and am very much opposed to it. We can already see the confusion it has caused regarding copyright etc. I have no doubt that in the short term it will prevail, however "real" art will survive as long as all artists (musical and otherwise), continue to create. Not having a crystal ball, prevents one, maybe for the better, seeing how the future pans out.  
Meanwhile from a musician's/composer's aspect, I shall endeavour to play and create without the use of AI. Neither will I listen to it in any shape or form.
Alan



Don't Deal With The Devil

hey Call Me Bomber is an upbeat, cool indie anthem celebrating the legendary office hero everyone relies on. Bomber is the one who always knows what to do, the calm mind in chaos, the problem-solver, the quiet idol of the workplace. With a fresh indie groove and confident energy, the song captures that feeling of being the person everyone turns to when things get tough.

Playful yet empowering, this track turns everyday office life into a story of trust, respect, and understated charisma. It’s a tribute to competence, teamwork, and that unmistakable moment when everyone says: “Don’t worry… Bomber’s got this.”

✨ Who is the “Bomber” in your office?
✨ Have you ever been the one everyone counted on?
Tell us in the comments, your story might be the next verse.

Note: The Canzoni.Del.Bosco channel specializes in creating custom, personalized songs.
If you’re interested in a unique song for celebrations or branding for your company, contact us at: bosco.custom.songs@gmail.com

They call me Bomber, Upbeat Cool Indie, Edit Celaeno

Have a listen to my album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025). Quirky and interesting tunes.
Thank you 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. 
* Curiosities Of Outsider Art (Sept 2025)
*All this Useless Beauty (2025)
*Rockers (2024) 
*Arrhythmia & Blues (2024)
* 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!

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🌌 Available NOW on Bandcamp — grab your digital copy today and step into the neon! 🌌

Whatever Sets Your Spirits Free

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