Retro-Tone .... Mixed Genre Playlist

Best of SoundCloud March 2025

AWAKE TO DANCE AMID TRUE BEGONIAS

RAdiOPIratE.🌀rG -JauN's DECK

Related tracks: Thought I Was Dreaming

Shock the Algorithm

IPG1

Morten Jeamland

6 minutes of peace, the following is up to you .


Love,

Andreas

6 minutes of peace

Country acoustic meets hip hop meets techno bass meets a chill 65 bpm in an atmospheric instrumental soundtrack for a foggy ferry crossing.

When fog rolls in, people are happy that the old ferry captain knows the river crossing very well. Thick fog doesn’t stop arrivals and departures on the Fog Bottom Ferry, a fictional name for a ferry that, as a passenger, I also knew very well.

The image of the ferry deck in my cover art doesn’t look like the ferry I took. My Fog Bottom Ferry served a small river town that carried about a dozen cars. To me, its engine sounded similar to a tugboat motor, and was the inspiration for the hip hop beats.

Hope you enjoy a little atmospheric instrumental countryhop 🤠

65 bpm

DAW: Apple Logic Pro X 
MIDI: Akai MPK Professional keyboard
E-Instruments: 
Concert Grand piano  
Steel String Acoustic guitar  
Acoustic Guitar  
Dobro Guitar  
Space Harp 
Deep Round Bass Synth
 Underwater Temple synth 
Atmosphere At Dusk synth 
E-Percussion: 
Atlanta Electronic Drum Kit
 Acoustic Bump

PHOTO CREDIT: The image is a derivative of a photo by Burak the Weekender at pexels.com:
www.pexels.com/@weekendplayer/

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Fog Bottom Ferry

No dicen nada.

Tremenda balacera hubo en un barrio.
No se si me da el pico pa contarlo.
Hoy dos gorriones miran para arriba
y se ha reunido a tanta comitiva.

Cuendo pasé ya todos lo sabían.
Caídos dos, ninguno se movía.
Al fierro lo encontraron en el carro.
Ya listo pa tirar algun petardo.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada

Sus caras enterradas en el barro.
Algunos dicen que fueron sicarios.
Y otros que  estos pibes ya tenían
alguna vaina con la policia.

Los chicos van llenando sus agujeros.
Con goles en el arco del potrero.
Y saben que la muerte es una espina,
que vive a cada vuelta de la esquina.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada.


Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Master
Santiago Sotomayor

Cancion original 2015

No dicen nada

No Dicen Nada

The Soul Collector

75_ Sweet Fluids - released on 22 January 2025 only on Soundcloud

I saw the sweets & drinks vending machines on the platform in Berlin-Tegel ... once again while waiting for the train, of course! ;-) But not so long this time. And I was very proud that I didn't pull out a bar during my candy detox phase! :-) #minimal #electro #techno #trance #liverecording

(produced with BlocsWave & LaunchPad)

Sweet Fluids

Original song: @neowakan- Cycle
---
22-01-25

Cycle

Lyrics
(Verse1)
Smoke A Spliff
None go hard as me, 
spirit lift, share with me
That’s the gift —-and hip-hop’s free
————-Now, level up 
ten degrees—-periscope on target
Light it up, where it grows,
attraction like a magnet
High tide —using Sonar——
——See they know——- we gotta have it
She’s always playing hard to get
Always saying no not yet
Tides have changed ——- 
Sees me as her new outlet
Annihilate the boredom (Echo)
eliminate the threat 
me and Mary, Tight-knit
Hand in glove a perfect fit
She goes hard—-how can I quit
Cures my ill’s when I’m sick
Kings level up, and smoke a spliff
——smoke a spliff
High as the skyline, always been the go-gether
Rhymes flow like fine wine, don’t get no better
Pull the lever, take a shot, let’s see what lines up
A little extra—why not—-cash out with the jackpot
Mind bending—-light it up, don’t forget to pass the pot
music nonstop —you don’t need a sales pitch 
Elevate, life, love, music that’s our gift
celebrate, Kings level up and smoke a spliff
—-smoke a spliff

——————Lou on the beats

(Chorus)
Every verse, set to burst, like we hit the jackpot
Ain't no curse, pass the verse, 
let me know when you’ve had enough
Elevate, celebrate, this life is our gift
Kings level up and smoke a spliff
—————-bringing more heat!🔥🔥🔥
—————
(Verse 2)——
In the studio,—- beats drop, I'm in my element
Echoes through the block, my flow is heaven-sent
Footsteps on the pavement, making moves, no hesitation
Eyes on the prize, grinding like a revelation
Turn the heat up, feel the bass shake the walls
In this jungle, ——-we the lions, standing tall
Paper chase, ——dollar signs- in our vision
No debate,——— we the legends on a mission
We rise, ———-from the streets to the skyscrapers
Late nights, —under neon lights, hustle never ends
Plotting out the blueprint, —-no need for fake friends
Through the sweat and the grind, ——we redefine the norm
Against the odds, ——we align, ——in this perfect storm
Bridge the gaps, —--build a legacy with no doubts
Never fall, ——stand tall in our pursuit of dreams
Turn the volume up, —-hear the crowd's screams

(Verse1)

(Chorus)
Every verse, set to burst, like we hit the jackpot
Ain't no curse, pass the verse, tell me when you’ve had enough

Smoke A Spliff

The forest breathes in whispers,
its voice carried on the night wind.
Beneath the silver glow of the moon,
the trees stretch their shadows,
dancing softly on the earth.

A stream murmurs in the distance,
its waters flowing endlessly,
carving a story older than time,
a tale of life that flows and fades.

The leaves quiver,
caught between stillness and motion,
their fragile forms trembling in the moonlight.
Each drop of dew holds the universe,
a fleeting mirror of infinite beauty.

Beneath this canopy of stars and leaves,
a solitary figure walks,
their footsteps swallowed by the soil,
their breath merging with the cool, damp air.

The forest listens,
its silence alive with a timeless rhythm,
bearing witness to the brief spark of life,
a moment suspended in the vast embrace of eternity.

And as the moon climbs higher,
its light weaves through the branches,
illuminating the truth whispered by the trees:
beauty is fleeting,
but its echoes remain,
woven into the eternal fabric of the forest.

The figure pauses,
their gaze lifted to the sky.
In this moment, they are not apart,
but one with the forest,
their presence a flicker in its endless tale.

The forest on a moonlit night (Piano with Japanese poetry reading)日本語詩の朗読

Close Circle—I’m Keeping Score----Lyrics

(Verse1)
Altered time cycles,—
Will we ever be whole again 
why so many different Bibles? 
It’s a battle for the soul, till the end 
one unit, sect, —-culture, tribe 
so many distractions,—- let’s pretend
that time was on our side 
same message, same word, being resend 
Over and over again

stay truth to who you are,———                      
It’s gotten you this far

(Chorus1)
To the very end,—-to the very end
We learn and educate,—-from what’s been done before 
let’s empty the cup,—-before trying to fill it with more 
there’s no way to stop,—-who is the source that pours 
where does it come from? Who’s keeping score?
Maybe we won one, 
who kept the faith, is it love or hate? 
No wait, don’t answer —the mystery can wait
drink up, another knowledge, cup, 
keep up,—-if you believe, 
learn, retain, retrieve 
always the same message 
you’ve learned everything they wanted you to know 
why is the cup so empty?——why is the cup so empty?

(Verse2)
Search for more knowledge—- tempt me, ——but I need what I want. 
Where can the answers to the questions be?
The right question to prompt
cups fill, or empty ——another sip, lesson learned 
mind occupied——- close circle 
we learn what you taught us
But I have to know more, the desire, burns, 
don’t know what’s needed but I certainly want more
Give me a different drink please, because I’m keeping score
——I’m keeping score —————
——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score

(Chorus)
To the very end, 
We learn and educate, from what’s been done before 
let’s empty the cup, before trying to fill it with more 
there’s no way to stop who is the source that pours 
where does it come from?——Who’s keeping score?
Maybe we won one, 
who kept the faith, is it love or hate? 
No wait, we done won —the mystery can wait 
drink up, another knowledge, cup, 
keep up if you believe, learn, retain retrieve 
always the same message 
you’ve learned everything they wanted you to know 
why is the cup so empty?—-why is the cup so empty?
why is the cup so empty?—-why is the cup so empty?

——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score —I’m keeping score
——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score —I’m keeping score

stay truth to who you are,———                      
It’s gotten you this far

(Chorus1)
We learn and educate…
Extra: why is the cup so empty?

(Verse2)

I'm Keeping Score

Music by Nick Rangel.
©Nick Rangel 2025.

Artwork by Aberrant Realities

Efficiency Driver

Dedicated to my  Friend Carl of The Beautiful Dark here on soundcloud. We were discussing old tracks and he said he has a man drawer full of old demos. I found this one the other day..   I did manage to tweak it in garageband.

 life is good

Lyrics
copyright Bill Liggett 19..long time ago.. back when I was in a good mood..

come monday morning I’m on vacation
and if I don’t return your call
I left my phone in the kitchen
leave a message with you bitchin and complain
all day long

but rest assured now.. I’m feeling guilty
and it is with a heavy heart
that I recline with my ray bans
freeing up my hands to raise my glass
heres to you

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

I must remember to send a postcard
oh how I wish that you were here
but now its time for my nap
and I forgot to give a crap about obligations
and pressing affairs

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

On Vacation

“Stark”
Dreamy LOFI track. Made by Eastern LoFi LAB.
Cover pic: Arpad Kajel https://www.instagram.com/bergarpi

Stark

Official video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/9pJy54HEL4E?si=R-525w_GK5TTe9aX

Remember the days when we were young
Let out of the cage but we were only freshman
Every problem up to us to solve
Protesting everything while understanding nothing always turn it into something so tragic 
Shouting in unison... This is all that matters
Way too fast around the bend blame it on the president of your freedom
Just because you can don't mean you should
Where this is not allowed they'll feed you to the crowd ain't it something to be proud of nothing but thought it was everything
This is all that matters

All That Matters

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Original song by Mia (Miper): https://soundcloud.com/miper/last-call-morten-jeamland-miper-1

Last Call (Remix 2025)

Trapped between 2 realities...which is true and which is false? Is any of these true? Are we living the Matrix? Should I take the blue 💊 or the red 💊? Am I real? Are you?...!

Parallel Universe

Heartbeat.m4a

UnBoxed February 2025
Vocals “Echo’s Call” by @blackbird-750549711
Sounds “Machine Music” by Box Number Ten
Image by Cleo Collina

Machine Music With Echo’s Call (featuring Blackbird)

Brand NEW track "Thought I Was Dreaming", taken from the "Ultraviolet Cosmos" upcoming full length STA album (2025). Enjoy y'all #share, #like, #follow and comment of course. :D

Youtube: https://youtu.be/5TOaRZxQbGs?si=tAH31Rz_1uPP6dEn

lyrics:
I've been dreaming for so long
and never woke up back to reality
i never thought it could take so long
to learn such a solid morality

Thought i was screaming, nightmares dreaming
and it's time not to hide away
It's time for breathing, 
forget about those golden years so fly away

And then i opened my eyes and realize
that neon lights blinded my side
and it's time to get up my feet again
and regain what's mine and never let it again.

(p) & (c) STA, 2025.

Thought I Was Dreaming

I AM KEEPING SCORES / Open Collaboration from IPG1
Lillithe : Music, Mix and Production
IPG1 : Vocals and Verses
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/im-keeping-score-vocals-92-bpm


I Am KEEPING SCORE

Lyrics

I can see I've said too much
I can tell by the look on your face
I can see I've said too much
I can see it on your face

Someone tell me when to quit
Someone put a hand on my mouth
Now I've broken a heart again
Now I've made it no way out

I'm a windbag
I'm a windbag
Windbag
I'm a windbag
Help me
I'm a windbag
Help me

When it seems that I am weak
And that I want, want to speak
Shut me up, that I am weak
And that i want, want to speak
Shut me up

I'm a windbag
I'm a windbag
I'm a windbag
I'm a windbag

Shut me up, Shut me up
Shut me up, Shut me up

Someone tell me when to quit
Someone put a hand on my mouth
Now I've broken a heart again
Now I've made it no way out

Windbag

I make all the sounds u hear, I call this one Loretta, thanks for listenin like for like follow for follow lets get it! thank you!@ drop ur links an I follow ur other accounts also thanks.

Loretta

Bill Liggett Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Single Use Electric 

I really dig the vocal delivery and musicianship of Mr. Liggett.  Thanks Bill for letting me tag along this one.  

Hope you enjoy!   
Please note I only added the electric and logic drums

All You Need To Know (all Bill Liggett w/SU&R)

Can’t chase the days
They’re gone
You can find out what is left of you
trading your ways
for a life of gratitude
send her this song
before the train leaves out of Berney Arms

Play to this paltry rhyme
Stay near the edge of time
Tides of tears still drying
Fear so cold, melt the ice with fire

The glow
Of that darkened window
Save my soul
For the haunted kingdom
Hear the train, once again, my babe
Wring the nape of all that God creates

Hear the train once, again, my babe
Wring the nape of all that God creates

Element

This song is about knowing you can't mess up things that are meant for you. It's about not being afraid of the journey as it's 'funny how it all works out for good'

Copyright Mia Wilks 2025 PRS 

Lyrics 

Verse 1

You’ve been in a rut 
Running out of luck 
Can’t seem to find your purpose 
You’ve been feeling stuck
Doors keep closing shut 
Tell you how it’s worth it 

Hey
It’s ok 
Ya don’t say 
I’ve got a feeling 
Everything is gonna fall right in place 
One day 
One day 

Chorus 

Funny how it all works out 
Even through the ups and downs 
Funny how it all works out for good 

Breath in breath out
Let go of doubt 
Everything all works out for good
Funny how it all works out for good 


Verse 2

You don’t feel the love 
It’s never quite enough
Can’t seem to find your purpose 
You’ve been feeling rushed 
Life is kinda tough 
Tell you how it’s worth it

Thank you to David and Justin for collaborating on this track

For Good

A dark song in a jazz style, revolution and all that stuff

Against The Wall

Let The Music Play On

Sharp Edges (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
IPG1 & Paploviante
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/sharp-edges-rap-vox-94-bpm?in=ipg1/sets/vocals
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering and Music Composition

Sharp Edges-IPG1 and Paploviante

Fascinating day

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition 
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum 
 
This song began as one of Joe's, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani.
   Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group. 
  Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song. 
  It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though. 
  Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
  This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino (and Michele Ansani):
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine

AI Sucks! (Eclectic Collective with Joe Stroffolino)

Begonia

kaszu riss

The Title Track from The Forthcoming album "THE GREAT AWAKENING"
Lyrics:-
Wake up Children
We are in the 
Great awakening
All the things we
Know now is the
Great awakening

Can you believe the time has come
Remembering who we really are
Releasing the chains that made us numb
Forgetting the light from distant stars

While we gather 
In strength 
And force
The frequencies inbound
While we wait 
For the rest
Of our brothers and sisters
To come round

Wake up Children
We are in the 
Great awakening
All the things we
Know now is the
Great awakening

Wake up Children
We are in the 
Great awakening
All the things we
Know now is the
Great awakening

We'll wait for all the rest
We'll hold on
For all of you
We can make it through the storm together
Hold on
It's the great awakening

winkandwoo / 2025

The Great Awakening

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

(a very old vocal experiment i did a few years ago re-released on BC last year.)

Beautiful music by my amazing friend, https://soundcloud.com/jaiteemusic !
Vocals, arrangement and rework mix by me.

Beautiful original song by Jai Tee:
https://soundcloud.com/jaiteemusic/untitled-4

"oh i can't feel
feel without you
i cannot
it's just so hard to let go
of everything to let go
how am i suppose to breathe 
without you
i'm not okay without you tonight

how am i suppose to
how am i suppose to
i can't breathe without you
don't forget, the room's too empty
my heart too

how am i suppose to breathe
i can't without you
i can't feel without you
i cannot breathe without you

i'm only writing your name
in my tears
i love you
i'm not okay
tonight
i miss you"

Lyrics by Wildsilences

Free DL

how am i suppose to breathe without you (feat. music by Jai Tee)

Inspired by my 2 beautiful grandchildren this song is a great Band song. 1st song of the night just stand there on the stage and ask the crowd . Who wants to Dance and who wants to Rock n Roll, Then build it up. I hope it works for the Virtual Audience as well. Hope you enjoy. 

Written and performed with real instruments by: Johnny Mc Farlane

Who wants to Dance & who want to Rock & Roll

special thanks for their acapella to : Ashes and Dreams
Additional voice " On sight"  thanks to :  Deadbitctrosa.....

Lyrics : 
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

You got jump-scared so bad in your waking hours
You thought you were seeing stars
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you

Gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it
Gonna hear it, hear it
Only when you’re not listening

Gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it
Gonna see it, see it
Only when you’re not looking

It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing your intuition in the corner
It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing our intuition in the corner

The clue stuck to the bottom of a shoe
The mud trail she tracked through the living room
Told you what you already knew

The truth
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

THE TRUTH. 🎧. Feat  Ashes and Dreams

This song corresponds to the bilingual world we live in (and the madness into which the world is slipping more and more):
Vérité Enterrée – Buried Truth
J'ai traversé les rues sous la lumière - artificial light that leads nowhere. 
Dans cette ville où tout le monde marche - after these lies so large.
Tout le monde - walks alone - Tout le monde - lives in silicone.
You and I we make noise this night, without voice, truth being noise.
Les ombres dansent sur les murs - show us what once was sure.
Chaque pas – could bring truth ahead -  quand ce sera jamais - truth is never said. 
Tout le monde - is alone. Tout le monde - lives in silicone.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit – but only we. 
Perdu dans la foule, mais trouvant du réconfort - dans notre monde à part, s'échapper d'un trésor
Tout le monde - flees from the treasure. - Tout le monde - leaves truth in seizure.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit - without voice, truth being nose.
Perdu dans la foule, mais trouvant du réconfort - dans notre monde à part, s'échapper d'un trésor
Tout le monde - flees from the treasure. - Tout le monde - leaves truth in seizure.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit - without voice, truth being nose.


Vérité Enterrée - Buried Truth

Walking under the shades

I hope isn't an Omen....

J'espère que ce n'est pas un présage...

Scarlet Dawn

Da Alm

Little to say about this song; both lyrics and music (all organic but for programmed drums) were done very impulsively, so it may show my primal inspiration without reworks or additions. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Pic from: https://vincentmars.com/2013/11/20/the-sensual-paintings-of-fabian-perez/

Translated Lyrics:

YO PENSÉ (LA SEXTA VEZ) / I THOUGHT (THE SIXTH TIME)

Yo pensé: esa mujer no es peligrosa…
  (I thought: that woman is not dangerous …)
No esperé enamorarme como un idiota.
  (I did not expect to fall in love like an idiot.)
Me pregunté: ¿qué tiene en los ojos que tanto me tienta?
  (I wondered: what’s in her eyes which tempts me so much?)
y me acerqué para hablar con ella y verlos de cerca.
  (And I got closer to speak with her and watch them closely.)

Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué no extrañaba hacerlo con ella?
  (And if it was the first time, why didn’t I feel strange doing it with her?)
Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué parecía que era la sexta?
  (And if it was the first time, why did it seem to be the sixth one?)
Y si era la sexta vez, ¿por qué hubo preguntas después de la escena?
  (And if it was the sixth time, why were there questions after the scene?)

Y si fue la única vez, ¿por qué no puedo apartarla de mi cabeza?
  (And if it was the unique time, why cannot I take her out of my head?)

ER41FI08 97-17

Factor Integrante

Yo pensé (La sexta vez)

"Magic is what we do. Music is how we do it." -- Jerry Garcia

Welcome to my page, my peers, associates, friends, and musical family. I'm a lifelong, multi-instrumentalist musician who records prolifically and joyfully. You'll hear me play guitar, bass (regular four string, and four and five string fretless), mandolin, banjo, keys (piano, organ, synth), lap slide, sitar, and sing on my recordings here. I've been in a few dozen bands in my life, playing everything from bluegrass, jazz, rock, jam band, reggae, funk, afrobeat, Middle Eastern, traditional Irish, singer/songwriter, pop/covers, to experimental/avant garde. 
  Since I found SoundCloud a couple years ago, I've found many talented, creative people with whom to create music. However, in the summer of '23 I formed a band called The Eclectic Collective with some of my favorite musicians I've met through here. It started as a loose collective of musicians and coalesced into a core group of musicians who find other musicians with whom we'd like to make music, then run their songs through our process, and in effect add a full band. That core of The Eclectic Collective includes Tez (Llanpsych), J.J. Terrel, Ken (K2 and the Three), Stephen (Texmex Shaman), Chris (cgmaness), and Mark (mistermark). A couple of other musicians are frequent collaborators, as well, including Artur of Surfers Like Us, and Steve Vervaet of Steve's World. More recently, we've been joined by Carl of The Beautiful Dark fame. 
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  I, and we, are also available for hire if you have a song or lyrics and you really want to add bigger instrumentation or a band and good production to it. 
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 I'm overjoyed to have found my community on SoundCloud. This is a truly unique forum where everyone is sincerely trying to build each other up. The profoundly supportive and positive SoundCloud community has really opened up an exciting new world of collaboration for me. That is the main reason I'm in the Cloud, actually, to connect with other musicians and make music that I enjoy listening to, and hopefully others do, as well. I am ALWAYS looking to collaborate with interesting musicians, mostly though BandLab, which is where I record almost exclusively. It's a solid, free digital audio workstation hub where you can share recording projects, even if it's not where you make your recordings.
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  Here's a link to music I've recorded live with a group of musicians here in Pittsburgh called The Northumberland Street Ramblers.
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