Voice 157KW

MELOMANIAC

Composed in 2017.

Remastered in April 2025.

The people I follow know that sooner or later I'll visit their SC page to listen to their compositions. It's a ritual I do 4-5 times a year. And when I say listen... I mean really listen.

I do it because I like certain styles. Other times it's the technique. Other times it's the composition. Other times... simply to learn.
The truth is that music, as an element of communication, tells me a lot about the creator's intention, how it interprets certain themes, and even conveys a certain profile of the composer himself.

It's hard to explain, but it's as I say.

This composition is introspective and brings together some of my favorite styles, such as melodic, rock, and electronic.

I named it this because it corresponds to a period when my listening became more pronounced and I didn't have anyone to listen to me at the time.

It's certainly a strange composition, especially because of certain percussion sections (understood as self-criticism).

I will be grateful for your comments, as always.

Thank you for your time.

Paco

MELOMANIAC

21 tracks, MS2 native instruments and Forun Xewton
4 tracks, KV331 Synthmaster
DAW
Music Studio 2
Hardware
iPad
Mixer
My car perfectly parked.
Photo: My current complete music creation setup: iPad 7 and Sennheiser HD569 headphones

Next composition: flowers

Melomaniac

Latin jazz song with solos for trumpet and sax

los amigos Cubanos

'suck on it' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, mumble track, bass, rhythm guitar
Scotty: acoustic drum kit, lead guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, today I can't rise out of bed.
Invasive thoughts stuck in my head.
Who gives a fuck if I am dead?
Nobody but me, now, it seems.
So many loves and friendships deceased.

Now, I'll rise up and live again.
For, I've forgotten former friends
and ex-loves that were pretend.
I can, now, let it be.
There's no such thing as defeat unless you retreat.

Let's pick up our bones,
go for a stroll.
Burn through a few cones,
relent control.
Relax and let it happen, baby.
Some pushin' too hard to force this life.
Let the universe show you paradise.
It's magic. Yet, tragic
that so few care about no one but themselves.

I could care less if you are dead.
You already are, inside my head.
Your reasoning, already fled.
You think you're justified
by convincing yourself of 'truths' within lies.

Keep spiraling down those rabbit holes
of YouTube and podcasts to regain control.
It's helping nothing but you alienating 
yourself from a life, organically,
but you're too fuckin' far gone blind to see
that you're trapped in a now blackened world.

What happened to you man?
To you girl?
To you world?
We're so different.

And now I'm trapped within my head.
And all of you out there are dead.

Buy the shit.
Eat the shit.
Every bit.
Feel like shit.
Suck on it, baby.

suck on it 'demo' (with Falsestart)

J'ai réuni ici sous cette rythmique, ces harmonies instrumentales, deux voix de provenances très différentes, et qui se complètent parfaitement ici …. Voix et harmonies bien spécifiques pour ce concept de plus de 9 minutes qui vous permettront, de voyager un instant hors de cette réalité présente, si troublée et parfois désespérante .... Du moins, je vous le souhaite.

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I gathered here under this throbbing rhythm, these instrumental harmonies, two very different voices of origin, and which complement each other perfectly here…. Voices and harmonies very specific for this concept of more than 9 minutes which will allow you, to travel for a moment out of this present reality, so troubled and sometimes desperate .... At least, I wish you.

Ethnic Voices ....

In your wildest dreams (Rehearsal)

In another time another place
We measure our progress through our disgrace
And danced in the halls knew who we were
Escaped the race and gave it away

Now we are set and running late
Hard to believe we lived so free
Bent in the way -the branch swings
Caught in the grace of the Byzantines

Mosaic of color helps escape
The beauty of art starts taking shape
Inspiring those from under its wing
this modern world is fleeting 
remembering days of creating
Byzantine dreams run through my head
Sometimes  I live there instead
 Beautiful locks of abstract gold
Perfect icons and frescos 

Living off the dreams of the Byzantines

Dreams of the Byzantines

--English translation after the French text--

LA VIE CACAHOUÈTE 

Un parfum d'adrénaline 
Une humeur caline
Un rêve de  praline
Une saveur saline
Une envie de berline
Des illusions marine 
Des accords grenadine 
Une Musique divine 

Refrain 
C’est ma vie cacahuète 

La vie cacahuète
Des amour clopinettes
Des promesses pirouette 
Un destin girouette
Des espoirs en cachette 
Des jeux d'allumettes
Des goûts de fête 
L’histoire Parfaite


Le Basic style 
Des gens des villes 
Des mots Textiles
Des passions tranquille 
C’est pas pas si faciles 
Les regrets débiles
Les nuits camomille 
Les jours qui vacillent 


TRANSLATE

THE PEANUT LIFE
A scent of adrenaline
A cuddly mood
A praline dream
A saline flavor
A desire for a sedan
Marine illusions
Grenadine accords
Divine music

Chorus 
It's my peanut life

A peanut life
Hop-on-hope love
Pirouette promises
A weathervane destiny
Hidden hopes
Match games
Festive tastes
The Perfect Story

Basic style
City people
Textile words
Quiet passions
It's not so easy
Stupid regrets
Chamomile nights
Days that flicker

LA VIE CACAHOUETE

La vie cacahouète

l'art pour l'art - Vertere
May 2025
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For piano, harpsichord, organ, skiddaw stones, timpani, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Vertere

i’m already 
goin’ down
to the end of the story now
wind is blowing
to the end of the story now

come away   come away

time is bending 
drifting down
spin the hourglass all around
pulverize it
spin the hourglass all around

i’m comin’ after 
i’m comin’
i’m unembodied
i’m free

i’m already 
leaving town
train is rounding the mountain now
got my ticket
train is rounding the mountain now

come away   come away
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image from Malcom Shadrach via Unsplash


Quietus

Update: Added bass keys and simple melody lines (one with delay) throughout. Kind of nice not having my keyboard and needing to write with a piano roll instead. It's interesting

Check out Beating Edge on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/1z3DxIvr7uWbO0rDnl
An ever fruitful comment chat with these geniuses seeded this song. Thanks Sponges 🫶🏽🔆


Lyrics

We are Sponges

Absorbsion of ancient
Greatest grandparent of sentience
Gold for unicellular adaption
Our evolution has complicated caption

Life's headline still written in bold
Hugging sea beds dearest calm unfolds
You took a niche as filter of deeps
Shown trees the way
Future air sees less weeps

We simulate you
Clones clever dished cleaned
Laws of attraction
Life's feather get preened
To most you're inanimate
A useful tool
Though cleaning Earth's flatulence
So breathe we do

I am a sponge
I see your clever
Good structured spicule
Consistence forever
Flagellated cells force filter some demons
We are good sponges for myriad of reasons

Mycelium of sea
Set toned fungi land
Pioneers of proofed evolutionary stand
You paved the path
Way of the net
Multicellular attractor
Filter us from death

Perifora hermaphrodite
Bedded 3D paintings
Beating Edge of our Earth
Give us galactic gravitational girth
Truth for the start absorb my heart
Lessons of love listing light from all start

We are Sponges

Emergent, hardcore lofi, naive art rock, Midwest/folk emo field jams and glitch art. Underground collaborative eclectic playlists and artist showcase /spotlights (from awesome original artists / bands) 
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