Invert the tree
strung with tiny crosses and stars.
A wintery embrace.
All edges frozen.
Atmosphere in fear.
Molecules hesitant.
Roots reach to sky black.
Inhale the dream chemical.

Unstable ratio.
Awake still.

Sympathize the radio static.
Dig down the leaves.
Find the interference
down the herbicide path.

She hovers again, in memory.
Pale chin on the asphalt.
Breath ripples the reflections.
Follow the shambled row.

Hear them from open windows.
Still tadpoles evolving.

Unslept dawn of mockingbirds.
The light bleaches meaning
to blind headlights nocturnal.
Dissipate steam and silhouettes.

Disorient the crossroads
and return with the rain.
Step back to retrograde.
Some satellite prediction.

Return darkness' bloom
to the shelf with the cigarettes
and where death, so sweet
integrates
at the edge of creation.

Words by Riley Robinson

village of coello

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

'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)

Tenor saxophones wrapped around a moog core with injections of spacey flute and beats. 
(Headphones recommended).

Pic. (possibly CERN) c/o Pinterest.

DOUBLE WIRED

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring  Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Gibson L5 Jazz Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Acoustic Stand up Bass. Drums Acoustic Full Drum kit set. Percussion Tree Chimes. 22" Zildjan Ride & Crash Cymbal. 

Carmel

Ocean Waves

Chill theme for the lazy summer afternoons

Beauty In The Tiny

Azul:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocs

This song is more relevant than ever, even though it was released in 1983.

Original version by Men at Work. Thanks for your attention!

Overkill  ft. AZUL

I have been hearing so much AI music lately on SoundCloud and these  thoughts have been percolating with me for a while and finally they coalesced into a song. (created without the use of AI).
***
Vocals & Back Up Vocals: Joe Stroffolino
Guitar Strumming Track:  Joe Stroffolino Taylor 114CE
Drums: EZ Drummer 3
Bass: PG Music Real track
Piano:  EZ Keys2 
Synth Bass: Logic Pro 
***
You got tired of struggling so hard to write a great original song
And then this amazing newfangled technology came along
Now you’re using AI to create music, and it’s a much easier process
And you’re convinced you found the ticket to achieving great success.
You tell yourself you’re a great artist because prompting takes a lot of skill
But deep down you know the AI did most of the work and you swallow the bitter pill
People complement you on your guitar playing and they tell you your voice sounds great
It makes you feel so good but you don’t ever set them straight
Those classic rockers used to write 10 or 12 good songs every couple of years
Now you’re posting two or three songs a day and hoping for a bunch of cheers
You’re rolling the musical dice, hoping you’ll come up with a catchy viral hit 
But there’s so much music flooding the internet that no one gives a shit
You tell yourself you’re a great artist because prompting takes a lot of skill
But deep down you know the AI did most of the work and you swallow the bitter pill
People complement you on your guitar playing and they tell you your voice sounds great, it makes you feel so good but you don’t ever set them straight
Some people believe we’re living in simulation and none of this is real
We’re just digital creations in a computer with the ability to feel
But even if that’s not the case, we’re quickly, heading to a place where no one’s going to be able to tell the difference.
You used strum your guitar, trying to capture lightning in a bottle and the songs that emerged came from you.
And now the songs you write with AI, what they’re saying, you don’t have a clue.
Music used to feel therapeutic, it was a window on your soul that you could share.
But now something feels missing because your songs no longer lay your heart bare.

Prompting Takes A Lot Of Skill

Live with myself. 2021
Forgotten Tales (unplugged style).
Originally from the albums: Everlasting Memory and Tales to Tell.

Forgotten Tales (unplugged style)

Way overdue for something new but I've been living in exile without the usual, albeit modest, setup I'm used to. So this might be pretty rough. And it's full of the usual horror at political realities and way full of schmaltzy velveeta. 

Guitarist note:  I don't have amps at present and was struggling to find a decent direct sound. There is a *free* VST plugin by Neural Amp DSP and online libraries of tone prints, also free, that came to the rescue. Highly recommended.

it's alright for you as long as it's alright
you don't mind what they do in the broad daylight

it never could be you

but you don't see the way you're blinded
they'll never drag you down to the places meant for those

do you feel the color of your soul
when you live with love suspended hiding in a hole
the moment is yours but you don't believe 
you won't believe what lies there ripening 
growing in your mind without you knowing

now it could be you

and as you feel the weight of the binding
you know they're dragging you down to the places meant for those

to liberate the light of every heart and mind
you can say it never paying any price

there's a little part of everyone that knows 
we're only playing separate lives 
till true faith arrives

if there's every gonna be a change 
let it start right here

you know it could be you

It Could Be You

hello friends, since I'm taking a break from german lyrics, I'd like to try something I know nothing about that will probably backfire: english lyrics (I wish I were just a fraction as talented as my fabulous friend terry reeves). 

I've chosen an instrumental piece I wrote 13 years ago as my very first upload to soundcloud under the name roth whyler. at the time, I had in mind the story of a woman who remembers the love of her life to whom she never confessed her feelings: her boyfriend's girlfriend. I had the machine create a playback based on my original piece as a test. after heaps of attempts, the result expressed such weird chaos of emotions that I left everything as it was. 

why bluegrass? because I just massively love the longing way of its dealing with 3/4 time.

©music & lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers. Backing tracks and vocals by suno.4.5+

hopefully reasonably correct english:

Did you know that I loved you?

I am walking down Shepherd’s Alley
Yet I know that dreams never last
Every step will tell me a story 
After millions of stories have passed

Since those days when life felt like dancing
To the sultans of Friday night’s swing
As we raced through times full of madness
In the loop of an endless spring

You and Davie, me and Sebastian
Two and two, an immortal four
Til there was a growing sensation
Ever harder to ignore 
Such an overwhelming emotion
Never felt such before
While it got evermore

Did you know?

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

Did you know that I loved you?
Much too late now to tell you
Was so crazy about you
A quiet truth and it’s still true

Things went on and we finally broke up
All our dreams sank into the past
Only one remained, never gave in
Still too strong to ignore 
Still an overwhelming emotion
Never felt such before
Will remain evermore

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

Did you know that I loved you?
Much too late now to tell you
Was so crazy about you
A quiet truth and it’s still true

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

I will always, always do.

Did you know that I loved you?

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement.

It Could Be You

Jeff Roberts