First new track out in a good while!  Lots of fun on this one just experimenting with different modulations and filtering.  Spent much more time trying my best at getting a good end result, I'm not great at mastering but tried to get a clean end sound. All feedback welcome!

Konvarische

there was no whey

transmission from a distant planet

From the wonderful Duke Ellington, with a bit of ambient & electronic flavour.
Hopefully, a few moments of calm amidst all the ugly noise.
: )
summer aft on the veranda. breeze in the trees, commuters homeward bound, rainbow lorikeet and chorus (+ couchée du soleil . .

Satin Doll ~ electric sundown

Hello, beautiful people of Soundcloud

Here's yet another interpretation of this blues gem, a blend of several versions of this song that I adore.

Death Letter Blues

This track is open for download or collab.
Check out the original version:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/no-basic-style-94-bpm
(Chorus)
No basic style, come on take a ride
Basic style——why? A catalog of vibe
Put a name on it, another wave for the tide
Listen what’s inside, then blast it worldwide 
The groove does not lie, a melodic glide
   Something-though, this much is certain
Set free to run wild—-no basic style
No basic style (Echo)

(Verse 1) 
Energy driven, music’s a haven
No questions-no answers -Taken-none given
We Share parts of ourselves 
   Just for the living
But I’m still underground 
Although I have risen
To a higher level that’s a fact,
Basic styles-good riddance 
Bye bye—-let’s dance 

Switch it up!

(Verse2)
Switch it up-Switch it up
Random rhythm of raindrops 
Nothing fancy—-plop, plop
Lightning strikes naturally 
It’s all good-fear not

No hassle, add a deep bass
Some kicks and one-shots
Vibe along, it hits the spot
Feel the rhythm, move your butts
Cataloged tabbed—-
“Forget Me Nots-Vibe Will Hit The Spot”

No basic style—
(Chorus)
Interlude

No Basic Style Vocals 94 BPM

■概要(Overview)
みんにゃについていけなくて、にゃんかノレにゃい自分・・
そんな感じの曲にゃ。みゃぁ、このギターが一番ノレてにゃいにゃん！
いい子だね！いい子だよぉ！
It's a song about not being able to keep up with everyone else and feeling a bit left out. Well, this guitar part isn't the most catchy though!
What a good kid! What a good kid!

■歌詞
夜の街をただ
あてもなく歩いた
どこかの客引きが
舌打ちをする夜

過ぎて行ったもの
探しているように
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を探している

紛れていたい
同じものを見て
クスッとしたりさ

はやりの歌
友達同士で口ずさみたいな

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく

真剣なまなざしで
作り話をする
無意味な時間さえ
捨てることも出来ない

過ぎて行ったもの
つかみ取った人が
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を浴びる夜


誰かの歌　聴こえてきて
口ずさむふりをした
その時　少し混ざれた気がしたのだけど

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく
夜をほどいてく

■Lyrics (English translation)
"Out of Sync Night"

I walked the city streets  
With no destination in mind  
A tout somewhere clicked his tongue  
On a night like that  

As if searching  
For things that have already passed  
Blending into cold buildings  
Looking for a light  

I want to disappear into the crowd  
See the same things  
And smile quietly with someone  

A trendy song  
I wish I could hum it with friends  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  

With a serious gaze  
I tell made-up stories  
Even meaningless hours  
I can’t bring myself to throw away  

Those who’ve grasped  
What has already gone  
Blend into cold buildings  
And bask in the glow of night  

Someone’s song reaches me  
I pretend to hum along  
And for a moment,  
I felt like I belonged—just a little  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  
Unraveling the night

ノレない夜(Out of Sync Night)

I've always really connected with some of Shostakovich's chamber works, especially some of the more jarring, pissed off movements from his string quartets. Just really hit that sweet spot for me of being expressive, idiosyncratic, with lots of individual personality. Anyway this composition is very much inspired by that style. Not the first or last time I've written something inspired by his general "vibe." Hope you enjoy!

Verde

24 7 1

Listing of names according to the order of recordings:
All guitars by Martin: @m_ja
 Lead & backing vocals by Heidi: @heidijks
 Airdidge by Linda: @amanitalinda
 Flute by Jörg: @joerxworx
Words by Heidi

Additional instruments, sound design and programming by Morten 
Backing vocals by Morten 
Mix & mastering by Morten 
Produced by Morten

Cover design by Morten & Jörg
Special thanks to Lemmy the Lemur🪷

I would like to thank all the musicians involved who made this wonderful collaboration possible.
 Morten🙏

The Earth Love

A matter of time

A matter of time (Mix 2025)

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

W-Sheep in The Rain

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

ノレない夜(Out of Sync Night)

kensuke kotori