Ghost

Ghost (Unofficial)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY

This track is my very personal take at the Koan "Hear the Clap of your Hand". My lyrics version (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand-pp) might make things clearer. (yes, this is my sneaky strategy to guide you from one song to another :-))

Compositionwise, the track is roughly split into two equal parts. The first part introduces its cinematic theme in the very beginning, taking it thereafter up several times with slightly different accentuations and rhythms which gives it a fresh feel with different highlighted nuances in each repetition. Several interludes contribute to the cinematic feeling. 

The second part, starting @1.53 starts by a more Jazzy version of the main theme. However, from 2.20 onwards, it is very restricted in its harmonies - only two harmonies are used from thereon until the end, C major and C# major. The tension arises purely from the rhythmic changes (such as the shift from 4/4 to 3/4 @3.17 and back), climaxing at the end.

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Miniature)

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Bandcamp [ https://mkandersson1982.bandcamp.com/album/mamamuski-remix-prerelease ]
Kindle eBook [ https://www.amazon.com.au/Unadulterated-Thought-Mechanism-Andersson-Arte-ebook/dp/B0DBP4WJL7 ]
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I took an old demo I recorded and tinkered with it in some apps to see what I could come up with. I dare say this is a bit of silly fun, lol.
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Mamamuski is an exuberant and incredibly catchy remix of one of my old bedroom recordings. This single will be available as a free Bandcamp exclusive up until its official release to major music platforms on November 30, 2025.

… Have you seen him?

Marty Andersson: Mamamuski (Remix) | Free Bandcamp Exclusive (Exp. Nov 30, 2025)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/nakedverse
Lyrics:-
With some keen observation
You'll see
Dancing in and out the wires
They'll be
You won't know how they pulled it off oh no
Just little clues of who's involved

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

Military precision 
Finesse
Such a cool sense of timing
Obsess
You'll wish you knew how it all ends (you won't)
They're making moves you don't understand 

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

When the lights go out
And you don't know who to trust
They're on your side
Always on your side

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

Nakedverse/winkandwoo 2025

Calling Card

Calling Card - Nakedverse & winkandwoo

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

Arm-in-ARM, America moves on!  
www.americanrosiemovement.org  
Additionnal Vocals Barbara Browning

ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING NEVER ALONE COS PULLING TOGETHER
JUNE ROBBINS ROSE SHELENGIAN GLADYS REESE BUDDIE CURNUTTE DOT FOSTER PAULINE ADKINS I COULD NAME THEM ALL
BUT THEY ALL ARE ONE
BERTHA GLAVIN NEVA REES KRISTINE VROOMAN MARY ANN DIAMOND THE GOODYEAR AIRCRAFT SQUADRON
I COULDN’T NAME THEM ALL
COS THEY ALL ARE ONE
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING
AFRICAN AMERICAN HISPANIC WHITE AND ASIAN PULLING TOGETHER THREE SHIFT ROTATION
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK COOPERATION
OH ARM IN ARM FREEDOM IS THE KEY
GETTING ALONG NEVER ALONE
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS PULLING TOGETHER
GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING
BELIEVING
COS IF YOU CAN USE AN ELECTRIC MIXER
YOU SURE CAN OPERATE A DRILL
DOING THE BEST QUALITY WORK
ARM IN ARM THE AMERICAN ROSIE MOVEMENT
FREEDOM TAKES WORK TO GET AND KEEP
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING
SHARING THE CHORES OF COOKING CLEANING AND BABY-SITTING DOING THE BEST
SQUARE DANCE ON THE SATURDAY NIGHTS IT WAS DIFFERENT TIMES
BELIEVING
WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING

ROSIE THE RIVETER (Lyrics) + B.Browning. Song for the Rosie Team

Still Think Positive / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
BPM 90
Free Download
Feel free to adding something !
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!


Still Think Positive (Open Collab Offer)

This is a track that Jeff and Mahan Mahan had started and almost finished by the time I took a listen.   When I did , I loved it.    

Mahan 💀 Mahan  - beats, bass, synth, acoustic guitar
Stonerjazz - vocals/lyrics
TexMex Shaman - electric guitar and mix 
 

lyrics by Stonerjazz:

ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of being--
--stonerjazz

Nature Of Their Being - w/ Stonerjazz and Mahan 💀 Mahan

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana
Runtime: ~50 minutes

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

ROSIE THE RIVETER (Lyrics) + B.Browning. Song for the Rosie Team

IMRE LODBROG