After a recent morning run we saw the frost melting under the Sunrise.

Sunrise Frost

"Fortress" is a short title well suited as a soundtrack, especially with aerial shots. There is a sad atmosphere with a rather powerful style. Orchestral percussion and string are featured here. While a less familiar instrument, the Taishogoto harp, accompanies the piece's opening and end.

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Fortress

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A minimalist and experimental soundscape that blends together a range of abstract sounds and textures. The foundation of the track is a low, string-like pad that provides a haunting backdrop. Layered on top of this are a range of disparate sounds, including abstract radio static and feedback, sparse glitchy sound effects. Abstract vocal phrases, incomprehensible in their delivery, float through the mix. These droning sounds create an atmosphere of tension and unease, while sparse percussion adds a touch of urgency. The use of heavy sound design and subtle tonal changes create an evolving soundscape that captures the imagination. This track is a journey into the unknown, a sonic exploration of the depths of the mind. It's a track that will leave you feeling disoriented and mesmerized at the same time.

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Collision

Janna H

"Magic mirror, Who's fairest of them all ?"
"กระจกวิเศษเอ๋ย จงบอกข้าเถิด ใครงามเลิศในปฐพี ?"

Music Videos on Youtube : https://youtu.be/i5H0iatKOFA

Contact for work
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Song :: Reflect
Artist :: Sur de near「そうだね」

Member
Vocalist :: Kawin Rattanachan「Wiince」:: https://www.instagram.com/wiincircleeyes/
Guitarist :: Jiradanai Lergmongkhon「Ice」:: https://www.instagram.com/jrdn.ice/
Guitarist :: Thanaphat Ninsuwannakul「Toey」:: https://www.instagram.com/sebatouy_pondd/
Bassist :: Jirachai Ngernsayam「Jay」:: https://www.instagram.com/jay.jirachai/
Drummer :: Theeraphol Sangthong「Jeans」:: https://www.instagram.com/jean.s_ho/

Produced by Sur de near

Music by Sur de near
Arranged by Sur de near
Mixed by Sur de near
Mastered by Monthon Dilokchavanis :: https://www.facebook.com/m0nthon
Recorded by Sur de near
Technician by Niletynines

Supplier
Anon Chuchan
Papawit Kerd-udom

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Lyrics [Eng. subtitles]
"Magic mirror, Who's worst of them all?"
How dirty world. We must carry on.

โลกเรา ถูกก่อกำเนิดอย่างวกวน
[With the pattern of the living.]
เกิดเป็นดั่งสัตว์ในคราบคน
[Some were born a human but the beastly soul.]
ปะปนดั่งเงา ครอบงำติดตัวจนตาย
[Lack of the awareness, the beast already dwelling inside us all.]

หากโลกมีกระจกวิเศษส่องสอนใจ
[If only the magic mirror exists.]
ให้มองตัวตนจากข้างใน
[The reflection of the beast may reveals to reminds.]
คงดูเป็นคนกันมากกว่านี้
[The world of the truth may be a better place.]

โปรดดู ที่สะท้อนมองอยู่ในนั้น
[Please, Look at the magic mirror, When the beast stared back.]
มันทำร้ายใคร รู้บ้างไหม
[How much hurt it caused?]
ถูกทำลาย พังจนตาย เข้าในสักวัน
[Beastly soul will be the ruin of life, if deny its existence.]

It's of them all.

"วันนี้ สิบนาฬิกา เกิดเหตุคดีอาชญากรรม"
今日の10時に刑事事件があります。
[Today, at 10 o’clock, a crime occurred.]

"ซึ่ง ณ บริเวณจุดเกิดเหตุพบศพชายคนหนึ่งนอนเสียชีวิต"
事故現場で男性の死体が横たわっているのを発見した。
[At the scene, found the body of a dead man lay flat.]

"โดยถูกลูกจ้างฆ่าปาดคออย่างโหดเหี้ยม"
従業員より残酷に喉が切りされました。
[His throat cruelly cut open by his employee.]

โปรดดู ที่สะท้อนมองอยู่ในนั้น
[Please, Look at the magic mirror, When the beast stared back.]
มันทำร้ายใคร รู้บ้างไหม
[How much hurt it caused?]
ถูกทำลาย พังจนตาย เข้าในสักวัน
[Beastly soul will be the ruin of life, if deny its existence.]

ได้โปรด ช่วยมองให้รู้ให้เป็นไปก่อนจะสาย
[And Please. Look at the magic mirror for the last time.]
ว่ามันทำร้ายใคร รู้บ้างไหม
[How the beastly soul hurts oneself and others?]
ถูกทำลาย พังจนตาย เข้าในสักวัน
[It might be too late if the beast cannot be embraced.]

It's of them all.

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Reflect - Sur de near

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The Dream (Earthshine Part II)

Open your eyes to another day, 
all possibilities in which to play.
But you'll deal your deals and plan your plans 
while the creases form upon your hands.

The second hand spends round and round, 
taxing your days without a sound.
You plot your future and log your past, 
ignore the fact that nothing lasts.

All the lines you've drawn align in time and space, 
as random chances slip silently away.

(C) Pain is a seed. Some things can't be.

The hours fall, you fill the page, 
the days depart, you pace your cage.
And listless is your soul in your mock security, 
it cries and kicks and screams in your dull maturity.

The years drone on, you waste your time 
filling out forms, standing in line.
Live by rules that someone else has set... 
squander every opportunity you get.

Father Time is laughing horribly at you 
and all the freedoms you'll eternally eschew.

Soft War

Fate

Fate (by John Ludi & Greg Kutcher as Soft War)

An old salt, peers out from the bolts. 
Takes a look at the world on his plate.
He hands red raw, advice to his mate.
He knows that summer times drawing short. 

The cheese and the pickle, the bells, and the whistle away.
Working slowly - just waiting for much better days, in the haze. 

Stuck till Friday, an eye on the wall.
An important call, what's the date?
A punter comes in, a punch on the chin, 
or an old baccy tin, a long wait. 

The posters of girls on the wall have not aged like his face.
Turning slowly, just hoping for much better days. Through the haze. 

The cheese and the trickle of money that ties to the place.
Working slowly - just waiting for much better days. in a daze. 

An old smith, a rock megalith,
which was uncovered minutes too late. 
Having lain in the darkness for countless odd years without the forbearance to wait. 

The keeping of vigils and banging of anvils, 
the strength in the arms,
It fades slowly, just waiting for much better days.
Borne away. 

An old smith,  a weary eyed sit, and a look down at the ground. 
At the ground.

Smiths

Plunge pool, it's hard to get out of this without looking a fool.
When your mouth drools, as you lean slightly forward, and your tryna keep your cool.
It's a new school, of thought that makes you wonder how you ever made it through. 
With no cool, somehow made it through. 

Moon baloon, the sky feels close as you float up like a loon.
Singing old tunes, is there nothing left to plunder so you wonder if the moon.
Is just a sand dune, creeping ever onward through a forest full of coons.
Oh an old tune, somehow you make do. 

A third gallon, when you haven't got the money you drink anything you can.
It's hard to change, man, a can of black Oranjeboom fell into your hand.
Oh your fading tan, your laziness creeping back into your plans.
Need a hand fan, somehow you made it through. 

Fast clocks, dig into your shoulders as you fly over the rocks.
In a red smock, laying on a cart as the soldiers run amok.
Giving no shock, you hardly even notice any horrors that you watch. 
It's all ad hoc; but some stuff made it through.


New School

Used music program: Magix Music Maker

Image reference: iStock/solarseven

We're Here

Esta canción va dedicada a todas esas personas que ya no cumplen los 39 y también para los tienen que cumplir. para que sepan. que nada es eterno y hay que disfrutar del momento sin pensar mucho en el futuro. El vendrá solo.

Como Coño Hemos Llegado Hasta Aquí

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

(NOTE for RepostEx users: I don't repost AI if I can detect it, and I only repost songs I like or show some level of competence or promise...and they usually don't involve an 808, misogyny, Autotune or singing off key over a prerecorded track...and at my age I'm FAR more interested in quality connections with listeners than going "viral". ALSO: mostly an aging rock/folk/prog/indie guy...can't really judge or really relate to Hip-Hop, Auto-Tune and other more modern styles...sorry.)

John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.