GodKingMajorLucre - ( King Of The North )

Un groupe de jeunes gens se forme dans un coin de campagne. Au même moment, une soeur et un frère se retrouvent dans une situation périlleuse... 
"Histoire d'une invention" est un récit dans lequel la musique joue la plupart des rôles principaux.

Histoire d'une invention ---- Chap. 1 (La terrasse)

Scomodo

Kate  Scomoda(Testi di Anam Hermit)

Push Me (Monoton Edit)

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In The Fullness Of Time

Shimmerings (Free Download)

Dear friends, our summer is coming soon!
My little Granddaughter inspired me - she claims that new babies are miracles!!

Approximate translation into English 

Summer in Sweden

When our summer it comes here - to our country
to our town - then all the children want to go out
but what are they going to do there - they are running around
and they climb trees - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

But something is happening now - very sad
everything gets wet - but the children don't care
but it might be fun for them - something new is happening
They scratch each other - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

Has anyone cycled in the rain - great fun
lovely splash - but what do they say when kids get home
it may not be easy - to explain to them
why everything is so dirty - but when the evening comes the children fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

In Swedish
Sommar i Sverige

När vår sommar den kommer hit - till vårt land
till vår stad - då vill alla barnen ut
men vad ska dom göra där - de skuttar runt
och dom klättrar i träd - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Men det är nåt som händer nu - jätte trist
allt blir blött - men det struntar barnen i
men det kanske blir kul för dom - det händer nåt nytt
De kladdar på varann - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Är det någon som har cyklat i regn - jättekul
härligt stänk - men vad säger dom när man kommer hem
det blir kanske inte lätt - att förklara för dom
varför allting är så skitt - men när kvällen kommer barnen somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Sommar i Sverige (Summer in Sweden)

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Eric GodLow
www.youtube.com/@EricGodlowBeats

Vocals/Lyrics: Written, performed, Mixed and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

What's that in your hand, is it an alien whistle?
Might perk ya right up like a brush full of bristles
Down here they call this the hit of the wizzle
Sunny side up, come get a bit of the sizzle

Aunt Mary's crystals send you right up
Send you right up
Send you right up
Top the morning off with that OJ Cup
And the searing pancakes with Aunt Jemima's syrup

The dash of the green is a vivid scene
It's what crumbles all the charm up with the obscene 
HIGHdeas take the roundabout
Distract the spaces where there used to be doubt
Getting' down hot and frisky with the THC
Come on in my receptors and stimulate me
If the air was smoked kush, Ooo that'd be just fine
I wish the reef could make all the planets align. 

4/20 and for once I'm feeling free
Lightyears in my head, but I'm just a flea
In the universe
In the universe

4/20 and for once I'm feeling free
Lightyears in my head, but I'm just a flea
In the universe
In the universe

The Mysterious Decibel x Eric GodLow - 4/20 Green Dawn (FREE DOWNLOAD)

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Low vibration sonic fest
Didn’t pass the mushroom test
Shadows bounce around the walls
Panic climbs and darkness falls 
Interplanetary glide 
Silver tube now hide inside
Build a list the smash it down 
Even numbers break the frown

Murky strings sound alive
Drop the speed to seven five 
Frequency can now pulsate and
Has the shape to animate

Counting in reverse from ten
Spin the wheel and start again 
Keeping left around the maze 
Following the lunar blaze 
Silver shards of broken light
Penetrate the edge of night
Let them pass right through the skin
Feel the glory from within

Murky strings sound alive
Drop the speed to seven five 
Frequency can now pulsate and
Has the shape to animate

Concentrate don’t loose the edge
Till they freeze inside the hedge 
Reach inside and flip the hatch 
Turn that twenty second catch 
Run the game back through the air
Wave your banner to declare 
Chosen gems can now be spun 
Sitting neatly all at one

Murky strings sound alive
Drop the speed to seven five 
Frequency can now pulsate and
Has the shape to animate

FILTERED

naviarhaiku488:
in dream world
was I laughing at a turtle?
winter seclusion

haiku: Kobayashi Issa https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kobayashi-issa
image: Todd Trapani https://unsplash.com/photos/ymEcUhbjCrI
for the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

Laughing at a Turtle [NaviarHaiku488]

The Circumspect Endeavours to Obtain One's Bearings in a World Now Frankly Hostile

Suitable

Music, lyrics and vocal : Snow Man Dave
Instruments & Mix : PJ Project

The Old Ladies Cat W/ UK Man

In The Garden

Hero

(John Stone)


Now dragons may be hard to find
Those knights of old have done their worst
Perhaps they’re in some smoky cave 
Sleeping deep within the earth
Now those who wish for derring do
Well they will have to look anew
P’haps catching tides, surfing waves or flying through the air

They want to be a hero
They want to be the one
Whose names is on the lips of men
An hour in the sun
But harbour lights are burning bright
And I’ll be home with you tonight
Don’t want to fight for what seems right over some imagined cause
Don’t want to be anyone else’s hero, but yours.

There’s those who sailed away to sea
In search of fortune and of fame
Who found some far untrodden land
And gave the land their name
Now there’s no undiscovered place
Where dint of man you’ll find no trace
Except perhaps inside your heart
That’s where I’ll play my part

Don’t want to be a hero…


The works of man shall turn to dust
And memories shall fade
Battles lose their consequence
As history’s remade
There’s those who seek eternity
They wonder far and wide
They reach across the universe
But never reach inside.

Don’t want to be a hero…

Hero

Blessings to all who listened to this track.
Your right hand will surely have a connection with a wonderful person.
Hold your left hand with your loved one.
Don't tell me your hands are full!
Your clean, warm hands connect to everything. I feel so.

If You Hold Your Hand Out

srpanjska pustinja(demo)

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After meeting Krishna, Arnav continued on his path, his heart light and his steps confident. The bracelet Krishna had given him shimmered on his wrist in bright colors, reminding him that joy was always within — if only one paid attention to the present moment.


The path gradually led the boy higher and higher into the mountains, where the air grew cool and clear, and the green jungles gave way to majestic peaks, their summits lost in the clouds. Here the world felt different — solemn, silent, and profound.

At last, Arnav reached the foot of a tall mountain shrouded in thick mist. The mountain looked mysterious and grand, as though guarding something of great importance. Its summit vanished into the clouds, and the very air seemed filled with a deep sense of calm and mystery.

The boy began climbing slowly. The higher he ascended, the quieter everything became, and the more clearly he felt the ancient power of this place. After some time, he reached a small plateau near the mountaintop, where absolute stillness reigned.

There, among scattered stones and small flames burning steadily in a circle, sat a figure in deep meditation. It was Shiva — the great god, master of transformation, destroyer of illusions, and protector of those seeking true understanding. His skin was covered in sacred ash, his hair bound in a high topknot, and on his forehead shone the third eye — closed, yet seeming to see through the darkness of ages.

With reverence and awe, Arnav quietly approached and stopped, not daring to break the silence.

“Welcome, Arnav,” came Shiva’s deep, calm voice. His eyes opened slowly, their gaze piercing straight into the boy’s heart, as if reading every thought and feeling within him.

“I have come far,” Arnav said softly, “and I have learned the wisdom of Ganesha, the sensitivity of Saraswati, the courage of Hanuman, and the joy of Krishna. Yet I still do not understand the most important thing: who am I truly, and why do I walk this path?”

Shiva gazed at him with a gentle smile and made a beckoning gesture:

“Come closer and sit with me.”

Arnav obeyed and sat before Shiva, feeling the warmth of the surrounding flames.

“Do you see this fire?” Shiva asked, gesturing to the ring of burning flames.

“Yes, I see it,” the boy replied.

“These flames represent what you believe to be important — your fears and hopes, your memories and expectations. All that you think about yourself is but illusion, ashes that disappear when the winds of life blow strong enough.”

Shiva took a small amount of sacred ash from the fire and slowly scattered it before him.

“Tell me, Arnav — who are you now?”

“I…” the boy began, but then fell silent, unsure. Words came to his mind — “son,” “student,” “traveler” — but none of them seemed sufficient now. He suddenly realized that these words were merely labels, unable to capture who he truly was inside.

Shiva smiled once more and spoke gently:

“You are silent because you sense the truth: you are not your name, not your actions, not your thoughts. You are something greater — and at the same time, something simpler. You are the eternal spark of life itself, the very force that moves the universe. Everything else is but temporary masks and illusions.”

Shiva touched the boy’s forehead and carefully drew three lines of sacred ash upon it.

“This ash is a reminder that all things are transient and ever-changing. Do not cling to your illusions. Let them go — and you will gain the freedom to see the world as it truly is. In this lies your true strength and your real purpose.”




Shiva — “The Ashes of Illusion

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