BOUYA BO-YA ~ Today's hope for tomorrow

Olttaoff Electronic

ok so clown cloud limits playlists to 500 tracks! Human playlist 2 here. Shade Structure opens proceedings with a funny gem

Human Confirmed Part Deaux

Thanks for listening. Here is an evolved version of this track.  https://soundcloud.com/hpcnw-902952/psycho-circuit-mind-drift

Psycho Circuit : Neural Pulse

Inspiration sp Funk

Darkness, Bold and Beautiful

MIDI生成ツール Track 4

Sunburst

Cover version/remix for the Analord series rework compilation 2025

Bwoon Dub (Analord - cover version dub mix)

A boy was enjoying ghost stories late at night, savoring ice cream as he listened to the storyteller. But as the tales grew scarier, he couldn't help but let out a scream! And when he opened his eyes, real ghosts had gathered all around him...

Screamer (Ice Cream Ghost Story)

“Intelligence Insight (Olttaoff Situation) / Awrenzas”
This remix reinterprets Awrenzas’s original through the lens of meticulous analysis and deep insights.
Olttaoff’s approach fuses intricate sonic elements into an organic whole, transforming profound understanding and subtle realizations into sound. Delicate textures and unpredictable progressions create a space where intellect seems to converse with the subconscious.
The subtitle “Situation” hints at the unfolding stream of thoughts within the listener’s mind and an awareness of the complex structures hidden in reality.

Intelligence Insight (Olttaoff Stuation) - Awrenzas

why do i like you so much?

because you
are my reflection

you follow
and follow me -
exactly copying the movements

I like your languid gaze so much

how it slides over me and
is riveted

I adore your smile -
thinking that I am the only one enchanted

....

I see you in shop windows -

you pursue, as if you yearn

as if you can't - a day without me

you call - write - as if
not wanting another

you follow, like a shadow - you call, like an echo

crawling into my dreams at night

you are not there - you yourself do not live

and when you break - you admit it

when you break - you admit..it

....

you follow, like a shadow - you call, like an echo

crawling into my dreams at night

you are not there - you yourself do not live

and when you break down - you admit it..

....

you follow like a shadow - you call like an echo

crawl into my dreams at night

you are not there - you yourself do not live

and when you break down you admit

having broken down you admit...

почему так нравишься мне?

потому что ты — 
моё отраженье

ты следишь
и идёшь вслед за мной - 
копируя чётко движенья

мне так нравится томный твой взгляд 
как скользит он по мне и 
прикован

обожаю улыбку твою — 
думая что лишь мной очарован

....

я в витринах вижу тебя -

ты преследуешь словно тоскуешь

будто не можешь - дня без меня

звонишь - пишешь — словно
не желая другую

тенью следуешь — эхом зовёшь

в мои сны по ночам пробираясь

тебя нет — ты сам не живёшь

и когда то сорвавшись это признаешь

сорвавшись признаешь..

....

тенью следуешь — эхом зовёшь

в мои сны по ночам пробираясь

тебя нет — ты сам не живёшь

и когда то сорвавшись признаешь

сорвавшись признаешь ...

тень.

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

you can watch this jam here https://youtube.com/shorts/9d1VvIF2iUQ?si=VnRRu9WwyCEdthqf

random jam with Matt 02

Enigmatic Oddity

A stripped down version of this song with just me and my guitar
And here’s a link to a more highly produced version https://on.soundcloud.com/ilKgH0ZJjkQdhPEuk7

Copyright 2025

Verse 1
I’ve never seen the Great Wall; I’ve never been to Japan.
I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower; it’s not part of my bucket list plan.
I don’t need to stand in line for two hours so I can see the Mona Lisa for thirty seconds.
I can see the same thing at home for free on my computer.

Chorus
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Verse 2
I don’t want to sit in a pressurized cylinder, with only a bag of peanuts to eat,
As I’m elbowed by a stranger who decides he wants to ventilate his feet.
I don’t want to go to a tourist trap and hang out with a bunch of ugly Americans.
If I want to see ugly Americans, all I’ve gotta do is step outside.

Chorus (Repeat)
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Bridge
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Verse 3
Waking up early, rushing to the airport, to get on a crowded flight,
Trying to find space in the overhead bin and not get in a fight.
When you get there, you can’t drink the water, and the alcohol can make you go blind.
That doesn’t sound like the optimal place for a person to unwind.
You have to ration your underwear, or you’ll have to wear it inside out again for a second time.
You have to keep your money in a belt or you could be the victim of a pickpocketing crime.

Bridge (Repeat)
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Not a Rambling Man (Acoustic Version)

The meaning of this track goes back to my childhood.
The thumbnail image for this track is an edited image based on a photo of me as a boy.

I took piano lessons from an early age, but as I got busier with sports club activities, I quit. From there, my piano skills quickly faded away. I lost my musical foundation—and along with it, my confidence.
Later, in high school, I jumped on the trend and started playing guitar on my own, but I failed there too. With skills that barely counted as a foundation, I joined a school festival band, and after that experience, I stopped practicing guitar altogether.
(Years later, I would meet teachers for guitar and DTM, and that’s when I started practicing again.)

All of these experiences chipped away at my confidence.
And yet—even back then—I loved music. I was always listening, earphones in, living as a listener.

At some point, a question began to grow inside me:
Because I lack fundamentals, does that mean I’m not allowed to enjoy music?
Is only music that’s neatly polished and perfectly finished worthy of praise, while music full of passion—despite being clumsy—is dismissed as nothing more than “random noise”?

My music has no solid foundation. I can create music along chord progressions to some extent, but relying heavily on chords feels like returning to the idea that “music must be done this way”—a rigid, widely accepted notion that reminds me of my classical piano days. That’s why I don’t like excessive use of chord progressions.

Music should be more than just something clean and pretty.
Even with unrefined skills, having the courage to express yourself matters more than anything. The act of expression itself carries deep meaning. And even if someone laughs and says, “That track isn’t worth listening to,” my belief—the one I’ve just described—becomes my driving force.

This track speaks for exactly that.
Even if it’s rough. Even if it’s dirty, even stained.
It holds onto something essential: my own will.

Thank you for taking the time to read all of this.
And thank you for listening to the track

Break the Mold

Magnetic Triangle (Beyond the Noise)

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