Such amazing song 🔥🔥🔥 instruments and vocal performance is so goood ✨

Very nice jam. Great work. Very nice guitar.

Got some Crash Test Dummy vibes going on!  Keep going!

Great sound, great track! Really Cool Stuff!

solid intro, cool fuzz, nice work on this one

I like the mix on this, where the vocal is very forward

Aspê

sbagliata (Ft. Jake Vera)

Valley Miss

Took a different approach to this one doing a little panning at the beginning with the synth, bass, and drums.  Being an electrician and hearing some of my co-workers talking about their crazy evenings lyrics just came to mind on my way home from work one evening always driving about an hour one way to get back and forth from work so gives me some time to think things through sometimes.  Anyhow hope you guys enjoy this one.

Electric Women

„Chaos, Sturm und wilde Fluten“ ist ein lyrisches Epos zwischen Mythos und Moderne. Der Track verbindet wuchtige Drums, mystische Atmosphäre und tiefgehenden Rap. Inspiriert von nordischen Legenden und inneren Stürmen, erzählt er von Kampf, Mut und dem Ruf durch Raum und Zeit. Für alle, die Rap mit Tiefe, Bildgewalt und cineastischer Kraft suchen.

Credits:
Chaos, Sturm und wilde Fluten
Beat by Jeve Stobs 
Lyrics by Finest Skillz
Produced by Thore Jacob HSR 
Monstarsound 2025 
Distribution 3.Stock Record 

Lyrics:
1.Strophe 
Ich wandere durch Midgard 
seit vielen tausend Jahren 
unter der Kapuze schwarze Augen 
graues Haar und Rauschebart 
mit Mantel, Schwert und Zauberstab
Swafnir der Zauberer 
rabenschwarzer Schamanentanz 
der Tausendsassa ist auf der Jagd
Mein Reittier das ist Sleipnir 
am Ringfinger Draupnir glaub mir 
die Welt da draussen 
sie ist und bleibt ein Raubtier 
ja ich töte das Untier mit Gungnir 
ich ramme ihm den Speer in den Schlund 
und es geht raus aus diesem Sumpf hier 
Ich flösse mir den Trank ein 
Zauberspruch und Handstreich und 
ich verwandel mich in einen schwarzen 
Drachen der über seine Feinde Flammen speiht
über verbranntes Land kreist 
Ich seh überall nur Seuchen, Pest, 
Pestilenz und Krankheit
Ich fliege mit den Raben, 
es geht durch finster miese Tage 
Bruder du kennst doch meinen Namen 
nenne mich Odin oder Gandalf 
ich bin und bleib ein Geist des Waldes 
sitz im Kreis der grossen Alten 
nichts kann mich noch halten 
bewusstes Sein das sich entfaltet

Chorus:
Chaos, Sturm und wilde Fluten 
die letzten Helden rufen 
ich hör die Götter fluchen 
ritze Runen in die Buche 
die Welt zerfällt und blutet 
bei den Schlangen in der Grube 
Bruder ruder durch den Sturm 
es geht auf zu neuen Ufern


2.Strophe
Ein Feuerschweif am Firmament 
nicht laut nicht leer nicht ausgedacht
Ich bin der Klang wenn Schwerter schweigen 
und Götter sich verneigen 
ich trinke Weißheit aus der Quelle
trage Asgard in den Adern
Ich durchwandere die Welten 
und ich fliege wie der Adler 
Der Mond mein inneres Auge 
blick durch Nebel kalt und klar 
ich folge dem Pfad der Alten, meiner Ahnen 
Wotans grosser Plan
und wenn mein Lied verweht zwischen 
Schnee und ferner Zeit Bruder
bleib mein Name eingekerbt 
in den Runen der Vergänglichkeit

Bridge:
Allvater Wallfahrer 
auf einem Auge blind 
Schamanenzauber Raben schauen 
Wölfe heulen in den Wind

3.Strophe
Ich komm im Bärenfell 
auf einem achtbeinigen Pferd geritten 
in der ferne lärmt Gewitter 
Donner kracht und Blitze zucken 
die Erde zittert, Berge splittern 
kalter klarer Sternenhimmel 
verzauberter Schwerter singen 
spielen das Lied vom Herrn des Windes
zu lange war ich in diesem
düsteren Verlies gefangen
bin ich durch´s Labyrinth gewandert 
durch den allertiefsten Dungeon
lass mich meine Krieger sammeln 
tapfere 140 Mannen 
Ich will den Kopf der Midgardschlange 
steh im Regen aus Gift und Flammen 

Bridge:
Erkenntnis kommt im schwarzen Gewand 
und nicht als leuchtendes Licht 
Im Brunnen der Tiefe 
wo Wasser Feuer erlischt 
die Furcht schwindet 
wenn du auf den einäugigen triffst
auf ins unbekannte Land 
Odin steuert das Schiff 


Chorus:
Chaos, Sturm und wilde Fluten 
die letzten Helden rufen 
ich hör die Götter fluchen 
ritze Runen in die Buche 
die Welt zerfällt und blutet 
bei den Schlangen in der Grube 
Bruder ruder durch den Sturm 
es geht auf zu neuen Ufern

Finest Skillz - Chaos, Sturm und wilde Fluten

Rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - Vocals, guitars, keys
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Is It Alright? - Beats Working

disturbing the peace - Robert Grigg & Combstead

'POLAR NiGHT' is a Dark-Pop track, with a trip-hop style, and haunting, harmonic, female vocals. Driven by slow tempo hip-hop style beats, and low-end bass, and backed by melancholic piano hits, strings, and a synth-hook that drives melody of the track. 

The somber yet uplifting vocals navigate a trip through a Polar Night… that is stricken with sorrow… yet defiant in hope.

Free vocal stems by the incredibly talented Kate McGill -

https://www.instagram.com/katemcgillvocals?igsh=MTVrZWEybW1yc2g0dw==

@katemcgillvocals

POLAR NiGHT

Country Girls Crew

Echoes of control

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

Un viaggio strumentale tra rock e jazz, carico di groove, riff potenti e improvvisazione pura. Vibrazioni analogiche, energia viva.

O r g a n  D r i v e

My Only Fan

My Only Fan (feat. SUN)

I wasn't the storm
Wasn't the calm
Wasn't even the damn weather report
Just a line somebody skipped
while looking for the chorus

You kept a jar of sugar packets
from diners you don't remember
Me?
I was one of those
Sweet for a second
Then tossed in the glovebox
with expired maps and parking fines

I bought you soup when your sky cracked
You left me waiting on a Tuesday
A Tuesday, man?
The least poetic day of the week

You kept my jokes
but not my number
Told your friends
"she was... funny, I guess"
Hell of a eulogy

I was just a footnote for you
barely there, barely blue
Some flicker in the rearview
of a road you never meant to drive
Yeah...
I was just a footnote for you
But you?
You were a whole damn book for me

I made you pancakes once
You said you were allergic to mornings
And love
And me, apparently

You ever try deleting a voicemail
just so you don't memorize the silence at the end?
Yeah...
Me neither

I was just a footnote for you
just a scene that didn't test well
so they cut it in the final draft
But I kept your ghost in my guitar case
your laugh in the pocket of a coat I never wear
You were thunder
And I was...
a line break
Or less

You thought I was a footnote?
Baby, I'm the erratum
Printed loud
Page one
Right under your regrets

Just a Footnote

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

So, this is actually a song I wrote about a year ago.  Went through an added more to it but the one thing I concentrated on was something I wasn't totally aware of.  The loudness penalty that can occur when uploading music.  So, I adjusted everything to get more in line to what it needs to be hopefully this gets the track more to what it needs to be for quality for what it is.  No means is this a professional mix and master but hopefully a little closer.  Writing music and putting it all together and then mixing it and mastering it myself is a hobby I have and still have a lot of learning as I go.  If curious you can go back and listen to the first works, I have and see if you can hear the improvement of this journey. Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for listening.

So You

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

This page runs on passion, not profit.
If the music gave you something – a feeling, a thought, a breath – you already gave back.

But if you feel like fueling more of it, every bit of support helps keep this sonic spaceship flying.

Thanks for being here. That’s rare enough.

SE IL NOME DELLA BAND PUO’ SEMBRARVI  STRANO SIETE LE PERSONE GIUSTE ,ESSO E’LA FUSIONE DÌ DUE PAROLE BEN DISTINTE YOGY, IL MAESTRO IL GURU LA MENTE MA NON IL BENE E YETY LA BESTIA L’ANIMALE  L’ISTINTO UMANO MA NON IL MALE QUINDI LA FUSIONE  TRA LA RAGIONE E L’ISTINTO ANIMALE CHE E’ IN NOI.

LA LORO STORIA E QUESTA:

CRESCIUTI A LOADSTONE SI ERANO CONOSCIUTI DOPO CHE IAN AVEVA MESSO UN INSERZIONE PER FORMARE QUELLA CHE POI SAREBBE DIVENUTA LA LORO CREATURA, SCRIVENDO SOLO COSI: ”CERCO MUSICISTI PER TROVARE IL SUONO PERDUTO ALLA RICERCA DEL IL SUONO PRIMORDIALE DEL VAGITO DEL MONDO E VOLEVANO FARLO ATTRAVERSO LA LORO MUSICA”.

“LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA O VOI CHE’ ENTRATE… “ ….A LOADSTONE, PICCOLA CITTADINA AI PIEDI DELLA CITTA FANTASMA DÌ RHYIOLITE NEI PRESSI DÌ ZABRISKIE POINT NELLA VALLE DELLA MORTE, TUTTI LA CONOSCEVANO, MA PIU’ CHE UNA SALA PROVE QUELLA DÌ IAN,JIN, MARS, E COSMOS  SEMBRAVA UN LABORATORIO ALCHEMISONICO, PREGNANTE DÌ RELIQUIE ROCK RINVENUTE COME ARCHEOSONICI RICERCATORI INTENTI A SCOPRIRE  L’ORIGINE DEL SUONO, DEL SUONO AUREO PERFETTO, IL SUONO FILOSOFALE DOVE IL SUONO NON SI CREA NON SI DISTRUGGE MA TUTTO IL SUONO SI TRASFORMA, E TUTTO TRASFORMERA NEL CORSO DELLE LORO VITE.

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