Great track, José! The way the rhythm and melody meld is wonderful, and your voice makes it really special.

Nice, feels like Frank sanatra.  Nice touch

@user-936947521: Many many thanks! I really appreciate your kind evaluation.

I like your style and sound, quite professional and well put together songs.

Écouter ceci à 4h44 du matin est un moment précieux

Meet ___________ (insect and spider species, when my computer is fixed)

Calm and Steady tracks series no. 560

created: 2025/06/02

Picture CREDIT (none yet, there's no picture so far ; )

Capitalized tags in the "Additional tags" field are SoundCloud's.

hk_calm-steady_tracks_560

Pulsating rhythms repeat through an ambient scape.

__it came a long way

Gummy Worms

Female vocals by Catalus
Song written for my friend in Kuwait
Music video: https://youtu.be/1uZI2NFnYNE

الحب قادم

(Love is coming)

أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا
(I know love is coming soon)

I know you're feeling lonely
I see it in your eyes
You're smiling, acting happy
But I know it's a disguise
Because the pain never lies

Sometimes you're scared you'll never
Find a love that's true
But I know that you will find it
It's what you were born to do
And it's coming to you

أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا
أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا

(I know love is coming soon)
(I know love is coming soon)

أنا متمسك بالأمل

(I hold onto hope)

أنا متمسك بالأمل

(I hold onto hope)




أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا
أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا

(I know love is coming soon)
(I know love is coming soon)

Your friends love you completely
And when things getrough
We send our love to you but
I know it's not enough
It's no what you dream of


أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا
أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا
أعلم أن الحب قادم قريبًا


(I know love is coming soon)
(I know love is coming soon)
(I know love is coming soon)

الحب قادم (Love is coming) - feat. Catalus

*** A Foundational Song ***

We can make our dreams reality 
inasmuch as we make reality our dream. 
Let's first find truth, then build on it. 
Whatever we build on the  rock of truth will  stay. 
Whatever  we build  on the sand of  lies will crumble.
That's simple enough. 
And yet there is more to it.

I remember grandma, she used to  tell me:
"Don't you lean your  head out of the window
so you won't fall down to the street and die, 
as many other children died. 
Remember: Your head is heavier,
so much heavier than your body!"

I could tell this was a clear exaggeration.
But I'm glad I never challenged the wisdom
of those loving lies, intended to keep me alive.
There's no need to rush our happy way to heaven
proudly waving the standard of truth
while falling down to the merciless ground.
Words will always be approximations.

But love and kindness will cast out sorrows, 
will bring forth dreams, astounding  science, 
speeches and poems quoted by angels
throughout eternity. 
Remember:  Love and kindness is the only road to eternity.

Foundational Song

Where I Am


as a child of the 60s and 70s Friday nights meant watching the Brady Bunch and Partridge Family
Had lots in common with Jan as the song eludes to. ( though no black wig for me..so far...)
Of course Jan and her Marcia Marcia Marcia rant became a pop culture phrase in the 90s and a meme in the 2k years.. .. funny for sure...but she deserves more our Jan
I wanted to write her a tender song from my adolescent perspective.
Marcia had Davey Jones.. now Jan gets a little  homemade Hand on the Rock... 

Middle Sister Jan

I watched her on the screen
In the 1970s
My favorite Brady, middle sister Jan
For me, Marcia was too perfect
Cindy just a baby
So Jan, I gave my heart to her, in our fantasy TV land

Like her I was bespectacled
Fair haired and full of freckles
The insecure and awkward school yard show
I did not make the football team
Or hang with Greg and Peter
Like Jan, a little slow to say hello

Hey Jan
I think I understand
What it's like to feel unappreciated 
But girl it's time to change our attitude
We've got so much more to offer
Forget those Marcia, Marcia, Marcias 
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
You are just like me you see
I hope you feel it too

Friday nights on ABC
With that clean cut family 
Jan was the voice that I could comprehend 
Anxious about the future
Jealous in the present
Lying about George Glass, her made up new boyfriend 

We were both introspective 
Confused with the objective 
Reflecting on our reflection in that mirror on the wall
Plagued with indecision 
Disadvantaged pole positions
How we looked, how we talked
How far we’d fall

Hey Jan
I understand 
You being stuck in middle land
But there's lots of ways to find some gratitude 
You don't need that black wig wonder
Let's forget our social blunders
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
Sweet Jan I see on my TV
I am just like you

Jan Brady, see, she’s a lot like me
Maybe she's a bit like you








Middle Sister Jan

https://soundcloud.com/negative-headphone: many keyboards, drums, percussion, mix, production, artwork.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: original theme, composition, bass, rhythm guitar, drums.

Intimate jam got me this bass theme, which I developed with geometrical tones and fractal rhythmic, and offered to my old friend Negative Headphone. You should know his fabulous response on any musical style, and here is a proof of it. Enjoy!

Fractal Shenanigans (with Negative Headphone)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)


Link to the usual pictures and sounds combo space - https://youtu.be/hi3shfq1pfc

Original artwork by EL-HO
Lyrics
Well when…
yesterday’s deaths are tomorrow’s lack of news
the headlines read a tragedy of a rich man’s point of view
while all around we struggle as their fight goes on and out
we’re just candles in a monsoon and a lightning strike in drought
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our bed 
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret what’s done
Yeah we are monsters

With every breath a fresh chance a new time to be awake
but we’d rather hate our enemies than befriend a fool who’s fake
with every shot not taken that’s saved up ‘til the end
dying in our apathy in our wake we’ll still pretend
that every day’s a new day another chance to be alive
instead we choose the monsters feed them demon’s ‘til they thrive
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our beds
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret  
Do you regret what’s done
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re just monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
We’re all monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
They’re all monsters of new old monsters
We’ll all monsters and monsters and monsters
All monsters of monsters their monsters
All monsters of monsters they’re monsters
We’re all monsters of their old monsters
Monsters of their old monsters
They’re monsters
Same old monsters


Feeding Monsters

Well it is time again for a guitar song with my fine and good friend Stephen of TexMex Shaman--The Brilliant production work is his as is the rather hilarious artwork, some of the percussion recordings , a whole stadium full of screaming fans that he found somewhere, and of course his kick-ass electric guitar play--i in turn added some guitar noise a little synth, and some percussion recordings from my Roland/Boss bass and drum player--Hope those of you that find your way here enjoy this as much as we do:):)

who said anything about a Bridge  (with TexMex Shaman)

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams

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

It' s time now    to worry    'bout all those    sad children
like we were,    two brothers    deported    abroad.

Just sent away
to enjoy your heyday.

INTRO

We should talk    about it,    there' s no time    to keep quiet.
The wound must    be cared for,    it' s your turn,    come on now.

Give up your life lie,    I have no more tears to cry.
Nothing I haven' t tried    but all you did was hide.

Oh, why don' t you love me?
Mhm, why don' t you care?
+ instr.


Don' t tell me    that' s your way    to show your    strange love,
it' s hurting,    just hurting    and I know you' ll    never change

You' re too weak to say the words    "sorry for all that hurt,
I' ve caused deep scars in your heart,    ignored how precious you are".

Sad Children  ft. ZHOCA

A collab with 
Midnight pies (Bass)
and Eric57 (Sax , samples , beat , arrangement , mixing/producing)..
Walker Guitars
2025 

2 minutes Mr.Smith (colaboration with The Midnight Pies and Eric57)

20 East

Innenin innenin in Innenin

released 2004

Innenin

Hello, welcome to my page.

I've been making music since 1972. At the time, with Pedro Castro, we created the alternative rock band Petrus Castrus. 

The music I'm placing here is mostly from the home recordings of my ongoing projects and ideas. I created a few playlists (Inéditos) according to language:
Portuguese: https://soundcloud.com/jfcpetruscastrus/sets/ineditos
English: https://soundcloud.com/jfcpetruscastrus/sets/ineditos-en 
Spanish: https://soundcloud.com/jfcpetruscastrus/sets/ineditos-sp
French: https://soundcloud.com/jfcpetruscastrus/sets/ineditos-fr
Italian: https://soundcloud.com/jfcpetruscastrus/sets/ineditos-it

I also placed the concept album "Três Jardins" in a playlist. There are two long tracks (Mediterrâneo and Isaías) for full concept albums, and corresponding playlists that gather some of their individual tracks. A playlist called Synergies gathers the collaboration projects with other musicians in the fantastic SoundCloud community

Petrus Castrus edited records can be found on Spotify and Soundcloud. See the Facebook Petrus Castrus page for more details, including comments about the recordings uploaded here. 

We are both amateur musicians, i.e. music lovers. As for me, I'm just an electrical engineer with a master in AI that really loves creating music and use it to share ideas. That is why all tracks include lyrics or texts.

By the way I'm not interested in third-party offers to boost the number of plays. I like it as it is, and I've always declined such offers. Thanks anyway. 

I don't repost much, just some tracks that I find outstanding and with very few plays, so I can help them to get better known. I believe that repost parsimony also makes life easier for those who follow me.

Enjoy!

*** UPDATE May 2025. Good news. The SC contractual terms have now been corrected, and our music will no longer be used for AI training. NOTE April 2025: It just came to my attention that, unless we do a separate contract, all our uploaded music in SC can be freely used for AI training. This is written down in the legal section, under the licensing paragraphs. What can (should) we do to change that? *** 

*** Note Dec 2024: Alas, AI generated content that is not disclosed as such is now being posted at an alarming rate, sometimes multiple tracks in a single day from fake artists that even write down fake introductions, saying how much they love music that comes from the heart. Please avoid reposting these deceptions, it only adds to the confusion.  And it encourages the algorithms to give them preference. ***

*** NOTE June 2024: Generative AI is becoming amazingly powerful. Nothing against it. Just to avoid the confusion and embarrassment of finding ourselves praising and encouraging mindless algorithms, I believe it would be nice for us to always disclose its usage in our tracks. What do you think?  ***

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International Vermin Consortium
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The vermin will outlive your grand children's grand children.
Like Mickey Mouse the vermin is eternal.
: )
Antifa is my cousin.  I heard some people were looking for her.  Since I like to be helpful when I can, she was in Alexandria last time I talked to her, three weeks ago.  I think she mentioned going to Zurich in the near future.
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...
Is it 1984 already?!?!
...

I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
...

This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

...

You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
...

My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
...

I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
...

Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

Foundational Song

José F Castro - JFC (Petrus Castrus)

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