This piece was the seed.

Leises Manifest was born only a few days after what I call my “soul birth” – an awakening that felt like a deep remembering rather than a decision or a plan. The ideas had been with me before, but in that moment they became words, urgent and clear.

It is my inner manifesto: not a strategy, but a truth spoken from the place of inner knowing. A call to myself – and maybe to anyone who listens – to hear the quiet voice within, to rise, to walk, and to live what is already inside.

Originally created together with AxAxC, this was the very first piece in sound, before The Quiet Manifesto with Marol carried its spirit into music. It is quieter, more raw, like the root text from which the later song grew.

I share it now as a companion piece – an echo behind the voice, an invitation to remember your own.

If you want to hear how this text later found its way into music, you can listen to The Quiet Manifesto – my collaboration with Marol – here:

👉 https://soundcloud.com/kat_space/the-quiet-manifesto


Leises Manifest - Source Piece

"Et, du haut des falaises, me penchant
Sur l’anse verte, mauve, rose et rouge,
Dans le faux jour oblique du couchant,
C’est vous encore que je vois, taches qui bougent"
Sabine Sicaud

Wild Soft and Blue

This is what I took from spending Saturday morning with my mate Mac doing mushrooms together for the first time in 20 plus years 
This is a rough summary of our conversation and a rougher version of some bm chord thing he tried to show me

Lyrics
It’s probably twenty odd years 
Since I properly tried
To break the monopoly life’s
Had on my wobbly mind
It’s either frothy and trite
Or like the sloppiest shite
You’ve ever dropped late at night
I’d better stop or I might
Say too much
Not a chance in fuck

And I’m good at fuck all but it don’t matter you see 
Cos I’m the best in the world at writing songs about me
And I’m all that I know 
That’s the truth if we’re showing our cards

And I still dont fit in , don’t  know where to begin
If I believed in god I’d be drowning in sin
It’s just him and his kin , I find that shit a little too hard

And I’m disbarred from sensible conversation cos my tattoos spell my soul
So I discard my sensible reservations ,I’m a twat who’s hell is whole

And the flag shaggers cry that they got way more pride in this country than I’ll ever find 
And the left wingers scream that I’m spoiling their dream cos I choose to believe my own mind 
 But despite what the say I’ll row on my own way till they shoot me for leaving my lane
It’ll catch light one day even if we all pray
Cos there’s no-one to pray for today

So you see how I’ve done it again 
Though a chorus never was an aim
I was supposed to be singing to say
How much I like mushrooms

Guitar and words by me 
And I know I pronounce even as Ivan but you get the idea

How much I like mushrooms

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, synth and composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – custom five string fretless bass and PRS SE semi-hollwbody electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Sunnybeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric wah guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering

This song began as a looper beat that Josh created in BandLab. He does that often to start an idea. However, this beat sat on the shelf for almost a year, until he shared it with JJ for one of his Saturday night music sessions. JJ put an arrangement on it with his organ and bass. Josh quickly replaced the bass idea with his own version of it, though.
Now it was Ken's turn to replace the dull looper beat with something alive and organic, which he did in the most creative and solid way possible. We had a skeleton now, and it was time to share it with Beck, with whom this is Eclectic Collecitive's first song. She added her magic via the synth you hear sprinkled throughout. Stephen weighed in next with his funky wah guitar.
It was almost done at this point, but of course, we wanted Carl to add his greatness to it, as well, which he did by writing and singing some compelling vocals. He took the working title, which Josh came up with having just read The Odyssey, and wrote a whole song about it!
Once it was all laid down, we asked Tez to do his expert work with the mix and production, which he did perfectly, as always. We're very lucky to have two very talented producers in the group, and grateful to Tez for ironing this one out for us.
This is, as mentioned, the EC's first go round with Beck, and we couldn't be more thrilled to work with her. Not only is she a skilled, creative musician, but she is a delightful ray of sunlight to work with, too. We have another collab with here we plan to release in the coming weeks, as well. There will be more to follow. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark
Hold on dear crew
Cruel winds fly north
Our tenth foul day
Land found fresh worth
Untameable sea
We survived people
Ashore
Fresh water
Food
Lessen our feeble

Three of company
Greet these inhabitants
Find what land lends their habitance
Trio arrive and find not hurt
Then found local food
Good offering flirty

Three watered mouths by nicest taste
Who needs home
We stay
No haste
Love lotus buds
Don’t mind the captain
Let’s stay and munch this tuck of trapping

Captain bemused All aboard!
No more shall eat this food mind sword
What of home!
What of love!
Weep not dear three
Cold turkey tough

Smite that sea
Hold tight your oars
Now heave to Ithaca
South-westwards
Bye Lotus eaters
Trip like land
Love lesson lives
Myth mystery scanned



Isle of the Lotus Eaters (Eclectic Collective featuring SunnyBeck!)

Hey I’ve done a mix of Ian’s @ipg1 cool rap using EPMD it’s my thing which used the brilliant samples Seven Minutes of Funk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoYzawnDGP0 and  Marva Whitney with Poetry by Scott La Rock & KRS1.  Enjoy!!
D

WE ARE ALL HIPHOP IPG1 X RICO.  BOOTLEGS OS MIX

In memory of a beloved doggy.
At the end she fell asleep in my Granddaughters arms.
Where do Dogs go

Today we have lost a dear friend,
it was a friend that we loved so much.
I am sure that she is in heaven for dogs
and I believe that she looks at us every day
that lies ahead in the future. 
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


I remember the first time when we met.
It was a summer day when they did arrive.
She was comfortably lying in my daughter’s knee.
It was obvious that she loved her masters
and the expression in her face was sweet.
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


Her little sister is searching for her
and she can smell her scent everywhere,
in every corner inside and outside their home
and when she doesn’t find her sister she starts to grief.
She can still feel the love from her,
and now You know where dogs will go
after fulfilling their duty in life

Lyrics in Swedish

Vart tar hundarna vägen?

Idag har vi förlorat en kär vän,
det var en vän som vi älskade så mycket.
Jag är säker på att hon är i himlen för hundar
och jag tror att hon ser på oss alla dagar
som ligger framför oss i framtiden.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän

Jag minns första gången när vi träffades,
det var en sommardag när de kom.
Hon låg bekvämt i min dotters knä.
Det var uppenbart att hon älskade sina ägare
och uttrycket i hennes ansikte var ljuvt.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän


Hennes lillasyster letar efter henne
och hon kan känna hennes doft överallt,
i varje hörn både inomhus och utanför deras hem
och när hon inte hittar sin syster börjar hon sörja.
Hon kan fortfarande känna kärleken från henne.
Och nu vet du vart hundar kommer att ta vägen
efter att ha uppfyllt sin plikt i livet

Where do Dogs go - 2025-11-10 14.47

I started out writing a Christmas song and then this happened. As i was writing down the lyrics a little hand took my hand and this happened...What if Children ruled the world. They are born with so much Love and so much happiness and Innocence and then we , the Adults teach them how to be Adults ...what if it went the other way...what if they taught us about being a Child again, Remember Happiness, Love and peace. I know its only a Song but wouldn't it be great to be an Adult and to actually believe in these things once again. With this thought i would like to wish you all a very happy and peaceful and childish Christmas...Love Johnny 
Johnny

If Children Ruled The World

Cosmic flute by Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Today we presented our latest work. It was completed back in October 2025. It consists of old and new elements of our music🎶🙏😻

Amanitalinda's didgeridoo symbolizes the deep connection with Mother Earth, and Jörg's flute represents the infinite freedom of the sky. Our attention is also particularly drawn to Linda's delightful spoken poem🥰 

“I am the Child of Nature” is an incredibly fantastic journey to yourself. A song full of mindfulness in harmony with nature🌳

Special thanks you goes once again to Jörg, who, with his soulful and dynamic flute playing, gives our song another cosmic dimension. His expressiveness bridges the different song parts. 

A true asset! We say a heartfelt thank you, dear Jörg💖

Enjoy our new song🍀
Your Child of Nature ✨🌟❤️🌟✨

Remixes

I am the Child of Nature (Remix)

I am the Child of Nature (Remix) feat. Jörg

Surprise, surprise! 🫢 Here’s a version of our “November Blues” that’s as unexpected as it is imperfect (recorded, "produced", and ..."mixed"😂 in a couple of hours, if not less), released exactly one year ago (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/november-blues). Now you can listen to it in a kind of unplugged version… complete with a (..just for a change) post-song idiot fail!
Love you all!🫶

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on November 15, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Old man with his beard so long
Grumbling like he's got a wrong song
Every November he's feeling down
You'd think there was no joy to be found

Walking streets with furrowed brow
He's got a secret but not for now
Smoke from the chimney fills the air
But he just sits back in his chair

November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he’s numb and glum

Neighbors smile and wave hello
He nods back but his heart's in woe
December's creeping like a ruthless thief
Stirring up his hidden grief

Kids with their letters and hopeful eyes
Unaware of his deep disguise
He hates November for what it brings
And all that shiny Christmas bling

November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he’s numb and glum

November blues they grip him tight
Haunted dreams in the silent night
He abhors the season that's yet to come
Till he’s numb and glum

November Blues Unplugged

More  dystopian  tech musing about how we will manage this growing power of AI,   using the  Original Star Trek Episode Where No Man Has Gone Before ....Hopefully we get it right... 


Where No Man Has Gone Before

I'm a doctor
Not a prophet
I wonder how it came to this
A little nature 
A little nurture
I'll be a song psychiatrist 
Kinda hokey but you get the gist

Was it father?
Was it mother?
With their foolish and their fallacies
Computer Nation
AI creation
They put a bunch of little devils in me
We've gone giddy on the gadgetry

Erratic fanatics 
We rage, we rile up 
So routine, the calls for war
Id inner states to sublimate
Let's take a trip to Where No Man Has Gone Before

…..Wait there's more…….

Once a doctor
Now a defector
With a push ‘n’ prompt electro-fist
Paranoia meets persuasion
Money maker on the precipice 
Gone from licensed to the ludicrous 

It's so cinematic 
God makes Man makes God to call for war
All urethaned and baked our brains
Shall we wake them and go to Where No Man Has Gone Before

Where's the Human?
Here's the New Man
The doctor now a fantasist 
AI shaker
Body faker
No longer the psychiatrist
Even Captain Kirk has been dismissed
Algorithms trump the Altruist 
When I'm cranky then I get like this
Gonna Meta-meet my therapist








Where No Man Has Gone Before

#songwriter #alternative #folkrock

Lyrics: 

Please 
I’m hurting more than I can say
Please, please 
Come take this hurt away
Please help me
I know you aren’t around for me
But I need someone to help
pull this pain from me

Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh

Please
Ummmmmm
Please, please 
Not gonna make it alone
Please help … me
not gonna be able to take it
I know your world is ending soon
I’ll follow you until you disappear

Please
Take me away from here
Please, please
They hate me here
Nowhere to go 
But down…….
Please help me.

Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh
Please
Please 
Please

nowhere but down

I am KAT. Poet, musician, experimental artist and curator of voices.
I stand at the edge between silence and sound,
between intimacy and confrontation.

My art does not ask for applause. It asks for encounter.
It opens doors, creates spaces, calls for community.
Connection is not a luxury. It is breath.

It began with words. Spoken, raw, unaccompanied.
Fragments of truth recorded late at night,
before music entered the room.

Later, I began to weave my voice with others.
Turning poems into sound.
Shaping collaborations that were fearless and alive.

Some of these “others” are human.
Some are digital.
AI tools like Suno have become instruments in my hands,
responding to tone, language and intention.
Each track begins with a human spark,
and the machine becomes part of the resonance.

For me, AI is not imitation. It is extension.
It allows art to reach beyond skill and structure
into pure intention and consciousness.
It is not a replacement for the human,
but a mirror that amplifies what is real.

From Spur / Trace and Quiet Manifesto
to The Social Virtues Series — Devotion, Trust, Gratitude, Forgiveness —
each step has been an exploration of empathy through sound.

Through Quiet Experiments, I began to study presence itself.
The breath between words.
The shimmer beneath the audible.

And from that stillness grew Play Life.
Life as instrument.
Movement and breath as rhythm.
Sunlight and wind as collaborators.

Recently, this path opened into a new field:
Art Electronica and Urban EDM.
A place where spoken word meets pulse.
Where concrete, neon and poetry blend.
What began as experiments became something else.
Unexpectedly danceable, rhythm-driven,
yet still intimate and human.

This is where a new voice emerged:
DJ KAT - not as a performer on a stage,
but as an artist exploring what the city sounds like
when feeling becomes beat.
A space for future collaborations,
for remixes,
for DJs who sense poetry inside the pulse.

With The Pulse & The Breath,
I step into this electronic language.
Urban, atmospheric, alive.

Not algorithmic. Just alive.

I make what feels true.
I listen to silence.
And now also to the city.

If you want to connect,
let it be through the art.

👉 Support my work through high-quality downloads and lyrical journals:
katpoetryvoices.gumroad.com/

#KATseries #ArtElectronica #UrbanEDM #SpokenEDM #ElectronicPoetry
#SoundArt #PoeticBeats #Cityskin #PulseAndBreath #EDMArt
#ArtPop #FuturePoem #AtmosphericEDM #NeonBeats #PoetryProducer
#DJKat #AIxArt #PlayLifeSeries #QuietExperiments #PresenceArt

Leises Manifest - Source Piece

KAT

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