very chillin atmosphere - we like very mucho!

Sounds like a John Lennon song! Very very nice!

Bob Dylan if he ever listened to this he would smile and say yeah job well down boys.. Pace

Men never run from change. Men never run from family. Men do not run from the truth on bended knees, 300 live brave..

c'est magnifique,J'aime le chanteur \(^_^)/

Imre this is fabulous! Lyrical excellence sang and played to perfection! Just love your guitar styles!

IMRE'S BALLADS

FROM A MAN TO A MAN
KNOWING WHAT WE CAN GET THROUGH
WHEN COMES THE DROWNING IN THE BLUE
DARK BLUE

GIVE A HAND TAKE A HAND
DON’T MIND KNOCKING AT MY DOOR
KNOWING I’VE BEEN YOU BEFORE
LIKE A NEW BORN ON THIS SHORE
DARK SHORE

YOU CAN SAY I HAVE A NOTION
OF THIS SOLITARY OCEAN
AND THOSE ICY WINDS THAT CUT YOU LIKE A KNIFE
YOU CAN HOPE FOR REVELATION
SOME FORTHCOMING MAGIC POTION
THAT WILL BRING YOU BACK TO LOVE TO LIFE

FROM A MAN TO A MAN
SEE THAT BOTTLE ON THE SAND
IT WILL OPEN AT DEMAND
MY FRIEND

I WOULD FLY ACCROSS THE OCEAN
WITH MY BAG FULL OF EMOTION
AND A COOL BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE FOR A START
I WOULD LOVE A REVOLUTION
TO BRING BACK THE HOLY NOTION
OF SO MANY SOULS FOR ONE ONLY HEART

TAKE A HAND SHAKE A HAND
SEE THAT BOTTLE ON THE SAND
SEE ME COMING AT COMMAND
MY FRIEND


FROM A MAN TO  A MAN - to you (lyrics)

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX 
QUELQUE PART DANS LE MONDE
UNE BÊTE AUX ABOIS
CACHÉE DANS L’OMBRE

ET DANS L’ÂME EN ÉMOI
DE CETTE BÊTE IMMONDE
ENTENDRE CETTE VOIX
EUT L’EFFET D’UNE BOMBE

IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
LE LOUP-GAROU DE LONDRES
SÉDUIT COMME IL SE DOIT
PAR L’AUTRE BOUT DU MONDE

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX
MAGNÉTIQUE UNE ONDE
ET AU FIN FOND DES BOIS
CELA CHANGEA LE MONDE

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX...

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX... (lyrics)

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

Cast of Characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision Bass
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – synth and organ
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals, whistling, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T model electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began at the end of last summer, August of '24, when Tez sat down and composed it on his guitar. He shared it with us right away, and while everyone jumped on it immediately, it sat on the shelf for so long because we all felt we needed a singer for it. Fast forward a year, and lo and behold, we picked up Carl, who is down for whatever vocals a song needs. 
  We began construction on this by creating the rhythm section. Ken first adding his explosive drums, followed by Josh completing the rhythm section with his four string, fretted bass, which he used a plectrum to play.  JJ entered the fray next, adding his otherworldly synth and thickening organ. 
  Then it sat. And sat. And sat some more, until Carl found us, or we found him, and he was finally able to add the missing puzzle piece. He also did something that none of us had ever heard before. He added the whistling at the end, too. But before we put it to bed, Stephen added some thrilling solo work with his axe, too, also towards the end. 
  Now that it was a completed song, we asked Stephen to mix it, even though it's really Tez's song, and that honor would usually go to him. However Tez was experiencing some technical difficulty, so the honor went to Stephen, who did his always professional production work on it. 
  This is a straight rocker from Eclectic Collective, being in all of our wheelhouses. This one was all made in house, too, so it's a great representation of our rocking skills as a band. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Curing core
Great lucid lore
Ore of iron dreaming
Alluring more
Grace lucid door
Assuring new real scening

Iron dreaming
Earth's core revealing

Tick tock that hope
Dream that design
Tick tock that goal
Aspiration in mind
Love locked to luscious
Living for time
New rules got rhyme
The future is fine

Iron dreaming
Earths core revealing

We need not fists
We need no guns
Just words and wist'
Dreams for daughters and sons
You get the jist
A felt future is on
We'll clear the mist
Open those fists
It's a hug and a handshake
Then let's all move on

Iron Dreaming (Eclectic Collective)

The worst is not certain but it happens sometimes.
Le pire n'est pas certain mais il arrive parfois.

Minimalist piece of music for Quartet and Choir. Created with Session Strings 2 and Sonara (Komplete Suite).
Pièce de musique minimaliste pour Quatuor et Chœur. Réalisé avec Session Strings 2 et Sonara (Komplete suite)

Inclus dans la série  REPETITION
https://on.soundcloud.com/Xg40rCInFLg7JwsBMz

Glow of War

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 
  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 
  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine




True Red Devil - The Eclectic Collective

Poème de Mélanie Waldor (1796-1871).

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Sous mes baisers clos tes yeux noirs,
Tes yeux où brillent tant de flammes,
Qu'on les croirait les deux miroirs
Où se reflètent nos deux âmes.
Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour ;
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves,
Comme du temps que tu m'enlèves
Avec le monde chaque jour...
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves !...

Le soleil glisse à l'horizon.
Pas un souffle, pas un nuage...
Un rayon d'or, sur le gazon,
Reste comme un heureux présage !
Nos riches tapis ne sont pas
Aussi doux que ce lit de mousse
Où, folâtre, ta main repousse
Le brin d'herbe effleurant mon bras.
Dors sur l'herbe, les fleurs, la mousse...

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour :
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Dors à mes pieds !

Child of Nature

Wild Wild West (Night on Earth Mix)

Wild Wild West (Remix 2025)

« La musique est pour les musiciens, le poème pour les poètes, la stupidité pour les stupides, mais l'amour est donné à celle qui le mérite. »
(Sivi le Poète, L'amour)

Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore
Victor Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l’amour s’en va, l’espoir fuit.
L’amour, c’est le cri de l’aurore,
L’amour c’est l’hymne de la nuit.
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
Ce que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
Ce que l’astre dit aux nuages,
C’est le mot ineffable : Aimons !
L’amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
Il a pour réchauffer le coeur,
Un rayon de plus que la gloire,
Et ce rayon c’est le bonheur !
Aime ! qu’on les loue ou les blâme,
Toujours les grand coeurs aimeront :
Joins cette jeunesse de l’âme
A la jeunesse de ton front !
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
Afin qu’on voie en tes beaux yeux
Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux !
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
Unissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
Les arbres croissent en feuillage ;
Que notre âme croisse en amour !
Soyons le miroir et l’image !
Soyons la fleur et le parfum !
Les amants, qui, seuls sous l’ombrage,
Se sentent deux et ne sont qu’un !
Les poètes cherchent les belles.
La femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
Aime à rafraîchir sous ses ailes
Ces grand fronts brûlants et rêveurs.
Venez à nous, beautés touchantes !
Viens à moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
Ange ! viens à moi quand tu chantes,
Et, quand tu pleures, viens à moi !
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
Car notre esprit n’est point moqueur ;
Car les poètes sont les vases
Où les femmes versent leur coeurs.
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
Que la seule réalité,
Moi qui laisse fuir comme l’onde
Tout ce qui n’est que vanité,
Je préfère aux biens dont s’enivre
L’orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
L’ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
Quand ton front se penche sur moi.
Toute ambition allumée
Dans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
Tombe en cendre ou vole en fumée,
Et l’on se dit :  » Qu’en reste-t-il ? « 
Tout plaisir, fleur à peine éclose
Dans notre avril sombre et terni,
S’effeuille et meurt, lis, myrte ou rose,
Et l’on se dit :  » C’est donc fini ! « 
L’amour seul reste. Ô noble femme
Si tu veux dans ce vil séjour,
Garder ta foi, garder ton âme,
Garder ton Dieu, garde l’amour !
Conserve en ton coeur, sans rien craindre,
Dusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
La flamme qui ne peut s’éteindre
Et la fleur qui ne peut mourir !
Victor Hugo, Les contemplations, 1856

https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-5979/victor-hugo-aimons-toujours-aimons-encore/

Aimons toujours

Shanghai Subway - Υπόγειος Στην Σαγγάη

A song about Project Monarch/MkUltra abuse survivor and educator, Cathy O'Brien, who has, and continues to, inspire me with her wisdom, fearlessness, resilience, and enlightened consciousness. I love you, Cathy. 
Instrumental, Production: Oussama Arichi
Lyrics: Nadia Selvaggi & Cathy O'Brien
Vocals, Mix, Production: Nadia Selvaggi
To learn more about Cathy's journey, visit her website: https://trance-formation.com/jan-6/

Cathy by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

Exploring the Blue (Live Jam)

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS HEART FADED FURY         
HERE’S THE LAST ON THE LIST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS LOST

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS LIFE NO MORE HURRY
KIND OF GHOST FROM THE PAST
YOU CAN SEE THE MAN IS LOST

VAGUELY HAPPY MOSTLY SAD
PARTLY LIVING LIVING DEAD

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING WEARY
NO MORE SORROW NO MORE SORRY
ALWAYS FIRST IN THE MIST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS LOST

VAGUELY BODY MOSTLY SOUL
OUT OF ANY CONTROL

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS HEART ONE BIG LORRY
HE’S THE FIRST OF THE LAST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS GONE


THE MAN IS LOST (lyrics) Chorus : Christophe Richomme

YOU DID’NT ANSWER THE QUESTION I DID’NT ASK
I NEVER KEPT THE PROMISE I NEVER MADE
YOU SOMETIMES SHOW AFFECTION
BUT OFTEN CHANGE DIRECTION
AND I JUST LIKE A LEAF AM BEING BLOWN

I NEVER READ THE NOTE YOU DID’NT LEAVE
AND I DON’T HAVE THE HOPE YOU DID’NT GIVE
BUT I STILL KEEP AFFECTION
AND I WON’T CHANGE DIRECTION
AND TILL THE SEEDS OF MY LOVE WILL BE SOWN

I WILL SING MY SILENT SONG
ABOUT THE RIGHT TO BE WRONG
AND WILL BLOW IT IN THE AIR
JUST IN CASE YOU’RE THERE SOMEWHERE

I NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS YOU DID’NT ASKED
YOU NEVER SAW MY FACE BENEATH THE MASK
BUT YOU GOT INTUITION
AND I GUESS YOU HAVE A NOTION
OF THE SMILE HIDING THERE UNDER THE FROWN

I WILL SING MY SILENT SONG
ABOUT THE RIGHT TO BE WRONG
AND WILL BLOW IT IN THE AIR
JUST IN CASE YOU’RE THERE SOMEWHERE
MY SON


SILENT SONG (lyrics)

J’AI BEAUCOUP VOYAGÉ EN RÊVE
VISITÉ DES CONTRÉES DE RÊVE
A TRAVERS MES FUMÉES J’AI AIMÉ
DES GAMINES EN PAPIER MÂCHÉ

DES SENTIERS ESCARPÉS DES GRÈVES
J’AI BEAUCOUP CHEMINÉ EN RÊVE
SUR MES TERRES BRÛLÉES J’AI SEMÉ
DES SOLEILS EN PAPIER COLLÉ

MAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET PARTIR POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

JE ME SUIS FAIT TATOUER EN RÊVE
SUR LA BOUCHE UN BAISER DEUX LÈVRES
À TRAVERS MES FUMÉES J’AI AIMÉ
DES BEAUTÉS EN PAPIER GLACÉ

TOUTES CES ANNÉES PASSÉES À FUMER
ENVOLÉES EN PAPIER GOMMÉ

MAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET VIVRE POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

PUIS TU M’ES APPARUE EN RÊVE
MON PARADIS PERDU MON EVE
ET TU M’AS DISSIPÉ EN FUMÉE
TOUS MES TIGRES EN PAPIER TIMBRÉ

OUAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET AIMER POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

FROM A MAN TO A MAN - to you (lyrics)

IMRE LODBROG

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