Kenny Min kille som är så snygg och söt, snälla mot mig

silky smooth, so melodic, love those 80s sophisticated vibes I am hearing, vibing!

Kenny  du är  gullig mot mig  &  tänker på dig massor ska du  du  är allt för mig puss puss älskling

Those guitars are well played...I love the melody, it's beautiful!!!!

Very good work, I love it, excellent instrumentation, well done friends!!!!

TO BE AT THE DOOR OF A QUANTUM NIGHT

Project 121

In collaboration with Francess Harris. She played the piano composition and I did the composition of the orchestral arrangement. Thank you for listening and enjoy. Any comment is appreciated always.

Collaboration Timothy McGuire / Francess Harris

Spring Sonnet

Spring Sonnet (feat. Fr. Harris)

si ce petit cheval est bonheur, alors cours-y-vite !

Enfantine 10 : le petit cheval aux perles de rythme

Heaven - Kianoush Kouroshi

Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Sieben Komma acht drei Hertz
Pulsiert durch meine Zellen
Die Frequenz von Kopf und Herz
Erdmagnetische Wellen

Ionosphäre tanzt mit Blitz
Zwischen Himmel und der Erde
Ein elektromagnetischer Witz
Dass ich Teil des Ganzen werde

Disconnected war mein Geist
Bis die Resonanz mich fand

Wir schwingen mit dem Planeten
Synapsen synchronisiert
Alpha-Wellen wie Gebete
Die Erde dirigiert

Tesla wusste, Schumann maß
Was die Mystiker schon ahnten
Meditation trifft Wissenschaft
Auf denselben Frequenzbahnen

Dein Nervensystem schwingt mit mir
Mein Theta-Zustand spiegelt dich
Verschränkte Quanten, ich und wir
Die Grenze löst sich auf für mich

Vom ersten Atmen an verbunden
Mit jedem Baum und jedem Stein
In Hertz gemessen, nicht in Stunden
Getrennt sein ist nur Schein

Das erste Atmen nach dem Sturm
War Einklang mit der Welt
Kein isolierter Turm
Der außerhalb sich hält

Sieben Komma acht drei
Wir sind frei

English translation:
Seven point eight three hertz
Pulsing through my cells
The frequency of my head and heart
Geomagnetic waves

The ionosphere dances with lightning
Between heaven and earth
An electromagnetic joke
That I become part of the whole

My mind was disconnected
Until resonance found me

We vibrate with the planet
Synapses synchronised
Alpha waves like prayers
The Earth conducts

Tesla knew, Schumann measured
What the mystics already sensed
Meditation meets science
On the same frequency channels

Your nervous system vibrates with me
My theta state mirrors you
Entangled quanta, me and us
The boundary dissolves for me

Connected from the first breath
With every tree and every stone
Measured in Hertz, not in hours
Being separate is only an illusion

The first breath after the storm
Was harmony with the world
No isolated tower
Standing outside

Seven point eight three
We are free

Schumann Resonanz

“Threnodia Magna” is an epic cinematic soundtrack blending colossal orchestral power, tragic choirs, and symphonic grandeur. A dark, apocalyptic score that echoes with the fall of empires — perfect for fans of epic music, film scores, and orchestral soundtracks.

Original melody by Daniel Svensson
Arrangement and production by Daniel Dinsdale (Zemandan)

Threnodia Magna

This piece was written in collaboration with John Koumourou, a wonderful, wonderful celloist.

Tranquility w cello

Quantum steams

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

We share the first step into of Bruno Sanfilippo’s upcoming EP Colours Bloom.
The advance single, A Walk of Dreams, is now out.
A simple yet elegant piano piece, colored by a warm felt tone, subtly melancholic and intimate, it opens a space of quiet beauty and reflection. ad21

Colours Bloom

A Walk of Dreams

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A simple, little weird Original track
Music made in GarageBand
Lyrics & vocals by me 

😊

Lyrics:

In your house you want to feel like home
If you can't feel it
You don't want to be there!
On your sofa you want to feel relaxed
If you can't feel it
You don't want to be there!

Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm

In your kitchen you want to make food
If you can't do it
You don't want to be there!
On a plate you want to serve something good
If it's not good
You don't want to serve it!

Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...

In your bedroom you want to get some sleep
If you can't sleep
You don't want to be there!
In your bed you want to feel good
If you can't feel it
You don't want to be there!

Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...

You Dont Want To Be There (Original)

Track 5 from Wigmore Allen Gibbons 2025 release called FRINGE - available at www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

*Keith makes observations everywhere he goes, and in this instance, his tours of local castles led to this idea - those great, huge, thickly-hewn doors are actually hung on very small hinges. Of course, Terry sees the image as a metaphor -great change often begins with small starts. Literal or metaphorical? We 'll leave that up to the listener.

Great Doors Open

    I walked along a beach…soft sand at my feet
    I travelled past a man…his chin down on his chest
    This man is not asleep…He’s too long past all that I guess
    It may sound pretty stupid, yet…there it is
    Great doors open on small hinges
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care… 
    Great doors open on small hinges
    On this unmitigated nightmare
    No one walks the lonely path I trod
    More disasters left by the wayside
    At the time, didn’t look so bad

    1.47 (Instrumental Break)
    
    He joined in halfway through the movie
    He ain’t gunna chew this cabbage twice
    That dozy man out on the causeway
    Awoke upon his own advice
    Great doors open on small hinges 
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    Great doors open on small hinges

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Vocals, Lyrics, Guitars, Bass

Great Doors

Cause we've ended as lovers

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)

Gary Moore

Sometimes you feel like you belong to another place. A remote place in which you find out positive emotions and marvelous people; maybe an interesting and surprising person. I think about the Mediterranean while writing these words. An island is capable of enclosing all this meaning, a little spot full of dreams and strong vibes.

This piece has been composed during the confinement experienced in Spain due to the COVID-19 virus pandemic.

The Island

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We are a quality rockband from Sweden. Al productions are selfwritten and produced. Hope you enjoy!!

Gary Moore

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