this is fucking nice. you have a great voice

Now this is a genuinely talented vocalist 👏

Great vocal delivery this is insanely good <3

Soulful, introspective and WOW....Sanging!!

The end of the year is alwasy a moment for reflection. It can be happy it can be sad, it's always part of our experiences. But thinking that another year is coming and more opportunities can be created is a wonderful sensation.

Until Next Time

Dedicated to all women who suffer violence from stupid and unconscious men!! Namastè

Madness

Composer : Karl Heimgartner Dat :25.11.2024/ © Copyright
Genre: Lo-Fi Chill 
Single: 2025
Instrumental :
Title:  I like Dreams
Track : 02
Mixing and Mastred by Karl Heimgartner – Philippines 


https://youtu.be/BONXkSH2tNU

I like Dreams

For anyone who's ever been angry with time.

The Thief

Start again

This is the first track off the trilogy album set “There to here (pt3)” called “On a countdown”.
Your support and feedback are really appreciated. It would be most welcome if you could listen to the track, and if you like, please comment and repost. As in previous messages, Soundcloud blocks me when I try placing “thank you” or similar messages in the tracks. To avoid being blocked again, and in anticipation of you listening to the track and providing feedback, please accept my appreciation and gratitude.
Youtube: https://youtu.be/BOFGAxrHLIA
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6eBc91IrIPLEHIaxoP8DI1?si=bdf7595bd67b46da

Music: Phil Bowen 
Keyboards, guitars and vocals: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics: Phil Bowen
Verse 1
Through my eyes now I can see it all
Through my life I see each rise and fall
Morning sunrise to the sun going down 
Time to move on before I drown 

Verse 2
There’s only one life but you can choose the road
The city is fading about to implode
Look to the future and follow your head
And layout a path with an invisible thread

Middle 8
Through my eyes
And through my mind
All those memories
They’re so hard to leave behind

Verse 3
Brother life keeps pulling; it’s in my heart
It’s time to move on and say goodbye
I leave a part of me with you as I depart
We’ll always have a family tie

Verse 4
Through my eyes now I can see it all
Through my life I see each rise and fall
The waters are rising around this town 
Seems to me we’re on a countdown

Outro
The waters are rising around this town 
Seems to me we’re on a countdown
The waters are rising around this town 
Seems to me we’re on a countdown



There to here  Pt. 3

On a countdown

🎥YouTube video (may contain images that some might find disturbing): https://youtu.be/LIUGKIYVGnk 
Here we are again with a new song, this time with a completely opposite theme to the fun sarcasm of our previous "Dumb House" (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/dumb-house), and somehow connected to "Cold Hearts" (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/cold-hearts). It’s about young killers🔪🩸, youngsters who, unfortunately, are committing horrific acts more and more often! Beyond the causes - something we’ll leave to psychologists, sociologists, and criminologists to debate - this song focuses on one unsettling question: is evil inherent or shaped by society? "Born to Kill" tells the story of those without remorse, driven by dark instincts and devoid of hope. A raw reflection on justice and condemnation, imprisonment and freedom.
Enjoy the listen and take a moment to reflect. 🧐
The short video, linked at the top of this description, may contain images that some might find disturbing (even though most of it is AI-generated and CG), so it's up to you to decide whether to click on it or not!
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on March 21, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

In the night they prowl like beasts with claws
Born with bloodlust breaking all the laws
Caught in shadows twisted from the start
Souls so black no chance to play a part

Eyes like fire they never ever sleep
Silent whispers making mothers weep
Steel in hand and coldness in their core
Life means nothing bodies hit the floor

Were they ever meant to walk among
Doomed from birth with the devil’s tongue
Locked behind bars or let them free
Born to kill or can we let them be

Young assassins with a thirst unslain
Feel no sorrow no regret or pain
Should we cage them bury them so deep
Or face the truth these wolves won’t ever leap

Jail a fortress for a monster’s mind
Walls can’t cleanse them from the morbid grind
Should we end the cycle with a knife
Evil by nature is there hope for life

Were they ever meant to walk among
Doomed from birth with the devil’s tongue
Locked behind bars or let them free
Born to kill or can we let them be

Were they ever meant to walk among
Doomed from birth with the devil’s tongue
Locked behind bars or let them free
Born to kill or can we let them be

Born to Kill

Music Video

The River Took You Home ( for my father )

This is our moon for April, the Egg Moon, in which we dramatise an old Greek myth that gives meaning to that name.

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, April 2025 

Music by @APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) April 2025

Words:


I would like to begin with “once upon a time” 
Except ... we begin where there is no beginning,
Way far back .... where there is no Time,
Only glittering black as far as the eye can see,
The cosmic or firmamental seas, as they’re known
So vast and unending they even dwarf infinity.
On the coils of a serpent, in the middle of this ocean
Sleeps naked, the beautiful Eurynome
With a heart as full as the day is long,
And with a love so deep it could drown a leviathan. 

She dreams of her lover upon whom she sleeps,
Ophion, who lives only to serve her every need,
To fertilise the seeds from these primordial deeps
To birth, into form, her every love-soaked fantasy.
And so it came about that she had a desire
To express the feelings of her heart in hymns,
For planets and stars to form and sing as choirs
Under the vaulted arches of a great empyrean
Lit only by the sun through the stained-glass windows
Of the crystals of her heavenly auditorium. 

So Ophion came in her dream, with her to lay
And plant his seed; then she turned into a dove
And took flight to hatch her egg upon the waves.
Ophion wound himself round it, in seven tiers,
To warm the germs within the crystalline shell,
Until the egg split and from it, all life streamed,
All that exists: suns, moons, planets...stars as well, 
Even Earth with its mountains, rivers and trees,
And all creatures and folk, both good and bad,
Every one had their place in her planetarium. 

As she stood enthralled by the harmony of the spheres,
Ophion placed an egg-shaped moon near our world,
So that we would recognise the story, told in the stars,
That, one day, the beautiful Dreamer would awake
And all this life would seem as if it had never been.
That’s why, at Easter, we share eggs as keepsakes
To honour the memory of the creatrix Eurynome
And her lover, Ophion, that wisest of sea snakes,
Who birthed the stories of all our lives in song,
And of those who came before us, and those still to come.

Start again

IZZKY

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