Loving this version too JJ! You can hear everything, as WE have a tendency to be heavy handed, eagerly dog piling onto a tune.

Such musical complexity captured in a musical work of art. love the subtle instrumentation

Hey JJ. Really beautiful version of this song! So dreamy, so emotional… Love that flow and everything about this one. Your playing is very atmospheric and perfect for this song! Awesome work, guys! 🍀👌

Adding the space to for the instruments to breathe!!  Ice mix J.J. 😎😎🙏🙏

Cool “use your illusion” vibe here, nice use of panning and a great bass line!

This sounds more mellow to the other version, gentle velocity & relaxing groove, awesome instrumental & teamwork

Great remaster‼️ Beautiful and psychedelic‼️

Under My Umbrella

listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

the album coming soon to Bandcamp


So Jo and I found ourselves spontaneously firing lines of lyics off at each other on some sort of Mad poetry binge--After these Seething pots of words were left to simmer and percolate Kimchee style--a small percentage of the words and ideas got stuck together somehow and cohesion was attained:)  i then sent Jo another big  pile of guitar stems, 5 in all--
Jo at this point put on his producer's hat and proceeded to form all this noise and racket into a most beautiful series of tunes which by the way is still in process-- An amazing job !! i am honored by his efforts--pure genius!!

all instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

the river rages while my faucet drips
consolation amasses around my hips
off the memory slide we slip
past pointers on the clock
ten times as tall as me
on the precipice of the sheer enormity of it

that old man who sat along the path
with bamboo cane and haversack
he said, while serving me
beans and rice and fruit and tea and bread
turn that little voice off in your head

scalar fields pt 2 fractal fields (1) with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

lyrics

I'm on the way
Won't be long now
I'm on the way
Won't be long
I'm on the way
I won't be much longer now
I'm on the way

Fight in the woods
Smoke in the cud
Fight in the woods
Smoke in the cud
I'm on the way
I won't be long now
I'm on the way
now

I'm here
It's on
I'm here
It's on
I'm here
It's on
I'm here
It's on
I'm here 
It's on

no more

on the way

Tis a noble sport but it does have its downside. The lifespan of a wrestler is typically reduced by 15-20 years attributed to the health consequences of the sumo diet. They are also banned from driving cars partly due to being too big to fit behind a steering wheel. This song, however, is about another fight which we must win!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSnhY0xBK7k

I’m a sumo wrestler
Don’t fit in a Tesla
I weigh 400 pounds 
Or ‘bout that
And a lotta the food’ll be
Rice, ramen noodles
Yeah
Ya gotta be fat

No gougin ’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Huff, luffa 
Keep your breathing in sync
Throw salt in the air
Show your palms 
That’s just fair
Make sure your mawashi’s 
Tucked in
   
Le lutteur de Sumo
Il ma fait ‘ah’
Il ma fait ‘oh’
Le lutteur de Sumo
C’est si bon
C’est si beau

No gougin’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Make sure your mawashi 
Tucked in
 And remind that bozo
Once he touches the doho
It means that he loses
I win

Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa

The Sumo Wrestler

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

Tendre

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Trying to keep it cool after choking on a mushroom

Choked on a mushroom

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

This is an alternate version of this song which was originally released by The Eclectic Collective in October of 2024. Thank you for giving it another listen!! 

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – bass, guitar, synth, main drums, percussion, composition, production and mix

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  electric sitar

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– percussion, additional drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – traditional gourd form body sitar and lap steel



New String Theory (The Eclectic Collective) remastered July of '25

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album or you can find it as a playlist on listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image (showing this very poem on sheets of paper, in voynich minds): Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

while I was snoozing in the scalar field
i dreamed about a maple staff
with inlaid gold and bone and sacred glyphs
it began to sing in delightlful shades of blue

like sky and water and turtle shells
and peels of strings of bells, wrapped around the waists
of woman dancing veiled in skanes of silk, all red and black
and oranges from the amazon
that orange meat, so juicy sweet!

a blade already broken, a token of persuasion
lving in the last creation
the actor trying out for all the parts
better some than others
clarity is something seldom found
just like reason, overrated
turn that little voice off in your head, he said -

redeem it when you find it if you're able. then forget it
then forget it for the favor of a lover
while the mother of redemption stands at attention
did I mention the monster, he's an alien
with eyes like fire, a liar and a loner

a believer a retriever with a pagan predilection
basking and engulfed in the sunlight and the scented artificial flowers
of he valley in the meadow where she's waiting
with the golden sunlight and mountain flowers in her auburn hair
writing letters to her lovers in the air;;-

the scalar field pt 7 astral yeast- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Thank you for stopping by 😊
Self taught musician whenever I was a bored child. I enjoy playing everything except for reeded/woodwind or the french horn. I do have many solo songs embedded in my collection but anything with parentheses is a collaboration or working with others. The Eclectic Collective, which is often listed after songs, is a tight knit collection of studio musicians spanning the globe. Below is a list of the core members of the Eclectic Collective: We do also have some regulars that come by some weeks and sit in. We release a song almost every Friday. 

The Eclectic Collective 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – bass
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synth, lyrics, some vocals, song writing
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar, mixing, production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic and electric guitars, production, mixing, mastering
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark –keyboards, effects, piano, some lyrics and vocals.

If you've read this far then I am indebted to you forever. Thank you 😊. Happiness cannot be sought directly. It is a bi-product of love and service to others. 

J.J.

New String Theory (The Eclectic Collective) remastered July of '25

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