Poetry

Summer 2025

Featured Artist - Meet 55Stars. Today our SoundCloud friend hit 40 tracks and they are all gems. Istvan definately worth a permanant rabbit hole for your ears. Connect here: Check out 55stars on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/b1TabhgxpnxG3mzcEv 🫡🌈 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

July 2025 - Part 3

Konrad Spittleberg

Related tracks: Tell me what you want

Your Mix 1

Axel Menningen

Illos

This piano track emerged in the beginning of the lockdown in Vienna. The city of Vienna was suddenly quiet, but singing birds took over the space. The most magic hours were during nightfall, when the blue of the night set in. This is what this song is about. For Video Footage of that time see 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkO4soeykEs
Find this song also on Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/track/6DNGpnPvsvJiRwe9OoUtFs?si=6abcd3ddee75475c

Composition-wise, the piece has a recurring theme in C that is varied several times with individual unique sections in betwwen. At the climax it shift to c minor while fading out in C major again. While the piece is in general in a 4/4, the right hand becomes more and more triolic in the latter part of the piece.

Blue Of The Night (Solo Piano)

part 1 & 2.
This was one of the earlier bits of music I recorded shortly after a 20 year (hard to believe) 'break' from writing music. It's also one of the very few songs that were just solo piano and which I could play without multiple tracks. So it was surprising that this took only about 2 days from initial conception to final recording - even though I've revised it a few times since then, as usual (thus this latest re-upload).  I may try to add some strings to this one day, which I think would work nicely.  


All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

A New Nostalgia... (solo piano)

Music & video: Salvatore Nuccio [ @salvatorenuccio ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]
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As someone who has been subjected to bullying, ridicule, long-term emotional manipulation, and abuse, I have considered taking my own life on several occasions. However, it was my spirit that saw me through. And while I recognise the pain and suffering of those who are suicidal, I can say with a whole heart that suicide is most definitely NOT the solution. 

We all have the strength within us to overcome the darkness. So I implore those contemplating this final, irreversible act to ignore the voices in their heads that convince them it is the only option, for the spirit is ever-enduring and invincible… And once that spark of light is found within, one will become aware of the beauty that surrounds us.

Music Video

Marty Andersson: Dead to the World (feat. Salvatore) - read desc.

Fun time jam today. Love is the only way.

Joyful Noise (Love, Love, Love)

CHIHIRO

Music: Salvatore Nuccio [ https://soundcloud.com/salvatorenuccio ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]
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Through the darkness I wander,
Amidst the pain I now reside,
My bare feet upon broken glass,
A victim of my own design,
Took your lies as that of my own,
Became a martyr for your guise,
As you let me be the one to fall,
Our fate is sealed inside,
We've not the strength to hold together,
Thus two hearts are torn apart,
A love that we once thought forever,
A work of fiction from the start.

Kindle eBook

Marty Andersson: Fiction (feat. Salvatore Nuccio)

My second track with lyrics. I hope you like it!

Fossils in the Making - Lyrics

Some billion years ago
a curious random flow
of molecules ignited what we now know as life

life went on to disperse
grew violently diverse
and crept and swam and blossomed into each niche of earth

a myriad creatures grew
and each one looked out to
eternal thriving for their species 
little they knew

that all comes to an end
when time was ripe, they went
into oblivion - just the fossils 
hold the memory of them
And suddenly some strange new creature 
starts to enter the scene 
the age of humans begun
They seem to have developed 
some remarkable features 
their intellect matched by none

With their collective mind
They could find the spell to bind 
The curse of certain extinction
for their kin and their kind 

With their joint intellect 
With humble due respect
They might protect themselves from vanishing
But they don’t seem to mind



We spy into the cosmos with our Hubbles and Webbs
but all we manage to hear ...
... is nothing .... but the menacing sound of pure silence 

out there are a zillion worlds 
older by eons than ours 
that should host 
a wealth of civilizations 
… Where are you?
…. Where have you gone?

The web of life emerges, 
occasionally it purges
And rips out nearly all the pages from its thick book
Life fades at rapid rate.  
Are we next on the slate?
Is perish our fate?  
Our odds don’t look good

Mother nature is not kind 
She does not really mind
Whether the human race will live tomorrow
No time to borrow

We’re fossils in the making
Gaia’s taking her toll 
We could have had it all
… we might have had in it in our hands
... I guess, we barely stood a chance

Fossils in the Making (Piano Poetry)

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
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You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
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But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
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Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

I wrote this song 15 years ago for close friend and guitarist Elmer Stone. Elmer and I have collaborated on three songs on Soundcloud but this one is purely a tribute to him and the friendship we have shared for the past thirty-plus years.  It is also a memorial for his wife Bonnie who he lost two years ago. She was a core contributor to his music, life partner, and his best friend.
I am indebted to Mike Fox and Axel Meningen for taking my rough demo of the song and making it a broadcast quality production.  Thank you gentlemen for your time, talents, and belief that the song could be more than I could ever make it on my own.  Hear more of their amazing music @michael-fox-925325997 and @axel-m-501052973  
Good Ol' Boy
Lyrics:
He's a good ol' boy with his good ol' toys,
He likes a beer now and then.
He picks a guitar and dreams of going far,
Don't know the how, or the where, or the when.
The boys in the band play as hard as they can.
And they hitch their wagon to the star,
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

He keeps house with his wife, the love of his life,
The kids are all grown and gone.
By the gray in his hair you can tell he still cares
'bout the things that are right and wrong.
And the question comes does it get better than this,
A hard days work and a goodnight kiss,
For this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

Bridge:
Well it hasn't been easy, no it's never been easy
But he keeps on keepin' on.
And what hasn't killed him he finds a way
To put into a song, 'bout this good ol' boy
This good ol' boy.

Instrumental break, repeat bridge.

He's a good ol' boy with his share of joys,
And his share of the cares of this world.
When it's all said and done, and his race has been run,
And he rests in the arms of the Lord
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.
Instrumental to the end.

Good Ol' Boy (Mike, Axel, David)

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

This track is my very personal take at the Koan "Hear the Clap of your Hand". My lyrics version (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand-pp) might make things clearer. (yes, this is my sneaky strategy to guide you from one song to another :-))

Compositionwise, the track is roughly split into two equal parts. The first part introduces its cinematic theme in the very beginning, taking it thereafter up several times with slightly different accentuations and rhythms which gives it a fresh feel with different highlighted nuances in each repetition. Several interludes contribute to the cinematic feeling. 

The second part, starting @1.53 starts by a more Jazzy version of the main theme. However, from 2.20 onwards, it is very restricted in its harmonies - only two harmonies are used from thereon until the end, C major and C# major. The tension arises purely from the rhythmic changes (such as the shift from 4/4 to 3/4 @3.17 and back), climaxing at the end.

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Miniature)

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

The only bomb that should be acceptable to mankind.

"Sex Bomb" is a song by Welsh singer Tom Jones (you probably waited for this ;)). Performed in collaboration with German DJ and producer Mousse T., it was released in November 1999 on Jones' 34th album "Reload".

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope you'll enjoy the show.



Sex Bomb (Tom Jones / Mousse T. - Giddy & Rob Jam)

Yecidera Ondiver

Basic track by Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
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joerxworx: alto saxophone, final mix & mastering

Turn of Time by Paploviante // sax remix

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Release Date: 2025-07-09

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► Lyrics ◄
I breathe this air
With my feet in the sand
I feel the lightness
The smell of the beach
Purifies my soul

A beautiful ocean
The vast blue
Reflects in the sky
A natural force
The wind blew
The truth in my ear
Whispers of goodness
Bringing positivity

I follow the path
The surest path
I go without haste
So I can see
Everything that is good
To take home!

#Whisper #reggae #Surf #Positive

Ocean Whisper

Greek version 6
Pop, Dance Uplifting 
Duet with Katherine & Sas. Lyrics by Sas.

Στίχος]
Είσαι στο αίμα μου
Οι φλέβες μου (ω-ω)
Είσαι η σπίθα που με κρατάει λογική (ναι-ναι)
Κάθε χτύπος καρδιάς φωνάζει το όνομά σου (ου-ου)
Είσαι η φωτιά μου
Η αιώνια φλόγα μου

[Ρεφρέν - Γυναικεία αισθησιακή φωνή]
Στο αίμα μου
Στις φλέβες μου (ου-ου-ου)
Κάθε σκέψη
Κάθε αλυσίδα (ου-ου)
Στην αναπνοή μου
Στη ζωή μου (ου-ου)
Είσαι το καλό
Το φως που με καθοδηγεί

[Στίχος 2]
Είσαι η νύχτα μου
Είσαι η μέρα μου (χέι-χέι)
Είσαι τα λόγια που θέλω να πω (ου-ου)
Είσαι ο ρυθμός στον δρόμο μου (ναι-ναι)
Στην ψυχή μου
Θα μείνεις πάντα

[Ρεφρέν - Γυναικεία αισθησιακή φωνή]
Στο αίμα μου
Στις φλέβες μου (ου-ου-ου)
Κάθε σκέψη
Κάθε αλυσίδα (ου-ου)
Στην αναπνοή μου
Στη ζωή μου (ου-ναι)
Είσαι το καλό
Το φως που με καθοδηγεί

[Γέφυρα]
Σε νιώθω να τρέχεις μέσα μου (ου-ου)
Κάθε στιγμή με απελευθερώνει (ναι-ναι)
Είσαι ο παλμός
Η μελωδία (ου-ναι)
Είσαι ο κόσμος μου
Το πεπρωμένο μου

[Ρεφρέν - Γυναικεία αισθησιακή φωνή]
Στο αίμα μου
Στις φλέβες μου (ου-ου-ου)
Κάθε σκέψη
Κάθε αλυσίδα (ου-ου)
Στην αναπνοή μου
Στη ζωή μου (ου-ναι)
Είσαι το καλό
Το φως που με καθοδηγεί.

In_My_Blood,_In_My_Veins ( Greek Version)

Soul Piano Love 
Lyrics by Sas. Duet with Joy

From my playlist-I Adore You 

-Perfect Love 

[Verse]
Is there a love that stands so tall
A partner who breaks down every wall
A bond so strong it never fades
A perfect tune our hearts have played

[Verse 2]
Is there a touch that feels so right
A hand to hold through every fight
A voice that calms the stormy seas
A perfect love that sets us free

[Chorus]
I’m searching for a love
A Perfect Love
A love with endless nights and golden days
A heart,  my home
My guiding star

[Verse 3]
Is there a smile that lights the sky
A look that whispers never lie
A love that burns but never scars
A perfect flame that never fades

[Bridge]
 a story with no end
Each chapter new
No need for words
The truth is clear
Perfect love is what I’m searching for.

[Chorus]
I’m searching for love
A love so perfect
Of endless nights and golden days
My  hearts home
My guiding star
Perfect love

Is that you?

Perfect_Love

Lyrics: Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia de Breij)

Als de oorlog komt, En als ik dan moet schuilen, Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt, Waar ik niet bij wil horen,Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt, Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan, Mag ik dan bij jou? En als ik iets moet zijn, Wat ik nooit geweest ben Mag ik dan bij jou?

(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de avond valt, En 't is mij te donker, Mag ik dan bij jou? ls de lente komt, En als ik dan verliefd ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de liefde komt, En ik weet het zeker, Mag ik dan bij jou?
(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
 
Als het einde komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als het einde komt, En als ik dan alleen ben, Mag ik dan bij jou?

Translation: When the war comes, And if I have to hide; Can I come to you then? If there is a club, That I don't want to belong to, Can I come to you then? If there is a rule, Which I cannot comply with, Can I come to you then?And if I have to be something, Which I've never been, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else? And if I have to cry; Will you dry my tears then? 
Chorus;
Because if I can be with you, You can always be with me  Come whenever you want, I'll save a room for you, When the storm comesAnd when I'm scared; Can I come to you then?
When night falls, And it's too dark for me, Can I come to you then? When spring comes, And when I'm in love, Can I come to you then? When love comes, And I'm sure, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else?And if I have to cry Will you dry my tears then?
Chorus;  Because if I can be with you,…L.
When the end comes, And when I'm scared, Can I come to you then? When the end comes
And when I'm alone Can I come to you then?

Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia De Breij)

Tell me what you want

You hold the key to the door,  
Where dreams and desires intertwine evermore.  
Those sharp, unspoken wants take flight,  
Lifting you into a world of pure delight.

You slipped into my life without a sound,  
Silent and sweet, like a poem profound.  
You made even sin feel so divine,  
Transforming the dark into something fine.

Tell me what you want, just say the word,  
Tell me what you need, let your voice be heard.  
Leave behind the chains of fear,  
Tell me what you want, I’ll always be near.  
Tell me what you want, it’s meant for us.

Kiss me hard, let me feel your fire,  
We’re a raging river, swept by desire.  
Your hands explore, with no restraint,  
Every touch a whisper, sweet and faint.

Tell me what you want, just say the word,  
Tell me what you need, let your voice be heard.  
Leave behind the chains of fear,  
Tell me what you want, I’ll always be near.  
Tell me what you want, it’s meant for us.

And if the world is watching, we won’t stop,  
In this dance of bodies, we’ll rise to the top.  
Every moment’s a thrill, a wild craving,  
In this sweet love, we’re both misbehaving.

Tell me what you want, just say the word,  
Tell me what you need, let your voice be heard.  
Leave behind the chains of fear,  
Tell me what you want, I’ll always be near.  
Tell me what you want, it’s meant for us.

Tell me what you want

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Tendre

Tenor saxophones and clarinets hard at it attempting a work/life balance......

Pic c/o Pinterest.

Factory Line Blues

Tried something new. Beware the sting in the tail . 

A honey trap wrapped in velvet sin

Sting in the tail .mp3

Special thanks to Cecilia for her a cappella ...of which I modified the tone in order to fit perfectly with my arrangement and atmosphere

EQUALITY FOR ALL.  🎧

dette er en selvbiografisk melankolsk sang der handler om at se tilbage og tænke over tilværelsen.

This is an autobiographical melancholic song about looking back and reflecting on life.

Tusind veje Hjem

Techno Dance V4
Lyrics Song by Sas

-To Love 

[Verse]
Feel the rush
It’s in my veins
Electric sparks
Love’s sweet chains
(Ooh-yeah!) it’s fire
It’s light
Spinning hearts
Burning bright

[Prechorus]
Heartbeat racing
Sky above
This is what it means to love
To love
To love (oh, to love!)

[Chorus]
To love
To love
To love again
It’s the power
It’s the flame
Amen
Feel it rise
Feel it shine
Oh-oh
Love’s divine!
To love
To love
To love again

[Verse 2]
A touch
A glance
A world unfolds
Heat of passion
Stories told
(Ooh-ooh!) it’s magic
It’s real
Every moment
Love we feel

[Prechorus]
Pulse is dancing
Stars align
This is what it means to shine
To love
To love (oh, to love!)

[Chorus]
To love
To love
To love again
It’s the power
It’s the flame
Amen
Feel it rise
Feel it shine
Oh-oh
Love’s divine!
To love
To love
To love again

To_Love

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Trying to keep it cool after choking on a mushroom

Choked on a mushroom

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Part 2 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-2-dawn
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

“I Wish (I Was Like You)” is an emotional song about longing, self-denial, and the fear of hurting those we care about — wrapped in a dark, poetic vampire metaphor.

I love exploring different genres and diving into new musical worlds — and right now, it's musical theatre that's calling me.

This song is part of a musical project in collaboration with Sarah Paradise Brown, centered around themes of inner conflict, unfulfilled love, and the tension between light and darkness.

A new song with Sarah is already in the works — and there may be more to come as we continue to unfold this mysterious chapter.

Lyrics / Music / Vocals: 
Axel Menningen



"I wish (I was like you)"

You wake up with the sun in your eyes.
You breathe like nothing hurts.
You laugh like life is simple.
I watch you from the dark.

I try to move like you.
To speak like you.
But my steps are too heavy.
And something inside me always pulls me back.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

You hold my hand like it's safe.
You look at me like I'm still human.
And for a moment,
I almost believe it.

But the night speaks to me.
It whispers what I am.
And the blood calls louder
than your voice ever could.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to lose myself.
But if I choose you,
I lose what keeps me alive.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I could just love.
But I'm built for hunger,
not for peace.
Not for love.
Not like you.

I Wish (I Was Like You)

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Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

lyrics

Miami is calling my name
My summer mind, my summer brain
Drinks are on me
Step into the sea

Neon Daze 
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

Bartender make me a drink
One that makes me forget how to think
white sands all around
I love this neon town

Neon daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

neon daze

Petroleum, PFOAs, Microplastics and Fake Trees

Bioaccumulation of microplastics in decedent human brains: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41591-024-03453-1

The Human Brain May Contain as Much as a Spoon’s Worth of Microplastics, New Research Suggests: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/the-human-brain-may-contain-as-much-as-a-spoons-worth-of-microplastics-new-research-suggests-180985995/

Detection and characterization of microplastics in the human testis and semen: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36948312/

Microplastic presence in dog and human testis and its potential association with sperm count and weights of testis and epididymis: https://academic.oup.com/toxsci/article/200/2/235/7673133

In a First, Microplastics Are Found in Fresh Antarctic Snow: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/in-a-first-microplastics-are-found-in-fresh-antarctic-snow-180980264/

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Forever Man

My Teflon coated 
Skeleton holds a 
Pretense over me
It's harder to wash away
When the water will rush away
Leave me dry and clean


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


Waterproof, insoluble
I'm sickly celled, with polished roads
Breathing out Gasoline
Overton turn 
The economy grows
I got the front seats for the final show
Plastic model plastered in a magazine


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


[Solo]


Replace the trees
With tree toys
Stick 'em in the ground
Then call 'em a forest
Ain't this town so neat? 
The amount of fumes itself 
A show of force
Progress takes much sacrifice, of course
'Til our recyclable blood depletes


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


///////////JUNE-AUGUST 2025

Forever Man

Lots of subtle guitar layers on this.

Downloadable

A kaleidoscope sea,
waves folding into triangles and circles
as if the ocean had learned to play with blocks. 
Above, the sun unravels into bright shards, 
scattering like toys in the sky. 
It feels joyful, almost innocent. 
Yet every color carries a hush. 
Summer is only tidying up its games before slipping quietly away.

Polygon Equinox

Polygon Equinox ↧

Today I celebrate. Today is a day of celebration. The day of the 40th track. I have come a long way from the first to the fortieth, a huge journey. There were those who were with me from the first moment, step by step. There were those who stood by me along the way. Along the way, I received support, recognition, and friendship. I will be forever grateful to this community, for everything.
Cover photo from my great friend: www.instagram.com/bergarpi
Listen it on my youtube page: https://youtu.be/85x3MJ0Wh20?si=GtdtmC7PjAk0xhGA

Leer

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

"Write Me a Story"  by: My Black Dress (BCS & Michelle) 
Lyrics and vocals by Michelle
Dedicated to Paul B.

- Sleep well my friend. We'll see you again on the other side... -

Write Me a Story

Pianocomposition  and arrangement : Classical Glass. https://soundcloud.com/classicalglass-1
Composition for the vocal and vocal: Oddrun Eikli.
Photo Oddrun:  Haworth, West Yorkshire, England,
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)

Three verses from her poem Stars.

ah, why because the dazzling sun
restored our earth to joy
have you departed , every one,
and left a desert sky

oh stars ,and dreams and gentle night
oh, night and stars return!
and hide me from the hostile light,
that does not warm, but burn.

I turned the pillow, then,
to call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Desert Sky. Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli

Soundtrack and Instruments: Andrea Michele Vincenti
Vocals and Lyrics: Karlit-O-Kay

Lyrics in English

No One

No one ever recognized him
No one ever touched his hand
Always alone, Indicator none
No nameplate on the door

Foreign language, unintelligible 
So he always kept to himself
No one ever set foot in his gray country
No one's ever jumped the divider

That separated him from the joy of living
Of warmth moments and light 
Never complained, never ventured out 
Always remained a shadow face

Lifetime 
In a black prison
Without windows, without doors
Cold stone only

Roads without direction, traffic signals without light 
Dark cellar dungeon
In the morgue, behind tinted windows 
You can read what he was once called.

Once a city Indian, with a following 
The preacher of the cereal course
The power surge took away his ability to breathe
And finally the meaning of life

He remained lost, was not reborn 
The clock just stopped for him 
Was quickly charred, not even laid out
Last life signs thoroughly obliterated

Deutscher Originaltext:

Niemand

Niemand hat ihn je erkannt
Niemand berührte je seine Hand
Immer alleine, Kennzeichen keine
Kein Namenschild vor der Tür

Fremde Sprache, uneinfühlbar 
So blieb er stets für sich
Niemand betrat je sein graues Land
Niemand übersprang je die Scheidewand

Die ihn trennte von Lebensfreude
Von Wärmemomenten und Licht 
Hat nie geklagt, sich nie vorgewagt 
Blieb stets ein Schattengesicht

Lebenslänglich 
In einem schwarzen Gefängnis
Ohne Fenster, ohne Türen
Nur kalter Stein

Straßen ohne Richtung, lichtlose Ampeln 
Dunkles Kellerverließ
Im Leichenhaus, hinter getönten Scheiben 
Kann man nachlesen, wie er einst hieß

War einst Stadtindianer, mit einer Fangemeinde 
Der Prediger des Müsiggangs
Die Leistungswelle nahm ihm die Luft zum Atmen
Und zuletzt den Lebenssinn

Er blieb verloren, wurd nicht mehr neugeboren 
Die Uhr blieb für Ihn einfach stehen 
Wurde schnell verschart, nicht einmal aufgebahrt
Letzte Lebenszeichen gründlich ausgelöscht

Niemand - No One

Niemand - No One (Andrea Michele Vincenti & Karlit-O-Kay)

The piano is not just an instrument; it is a storyteller. My lifelong companion. Each piece holds the memory of a moment in time, of a period in life. Here, I share my personal journey—one miniature, one experiment, one story at a time.

I’m Konrad Spittelberg, 52 years old. Though I’ve always called Vienna my home, I have pursued various interests, building an interdisciplinary background that spans education in Latin and Greek, studies of Mathematics, Physics and Economics and a carreer in Consulting and Risk Management. Sometimes, you might also find me immersed in games of Go, Chess or D&D. 

But only when I’m not making music. Of course. Still then, all of my interests have shaped the way I think — and, in turn, the way I compose.

The instrument of my life is the piano. I play it since the age of six, the first 16 in music school with my dedicated teacher Margarete Gerlach (and also thanks to the city of Vienna to the incredible publicly funded music schools!). My piano playing saw multiyear interruptions due to travel and workload. But in recent years I’ve found the time to pursue my passion again—with renewed joy. I devote many of my evenings to developing, refining and rehearsing my piano miniatures. 

I inhale music wherever I find it. In the echoes of Renaissance motets or contemporary cluster music with my local choir, which I joined 30 years ago. In music running in the background of a fashion store which I Shazaam for later enjoyment. Or live concerts - there are so many gifted artists in the world! 

My music is a dialogue between tradition and exploration. Rooted in classical and romantic traditions, it ventures into jazz, rock, and pop.  I love to experiment—playing with unexpected tonalities, syncopated rhythms, and dynamic contrasts. My compositions often evolve through shifts in tension, rhythmic complexity, and harmonic modulations, sometimes venturing across the circle of fifths. I’m also diving deeper into the art of mastering, an area where I still have much to explore.

If my music speaks to you, I’d love for you to follow my journey. Follow along, share your thoughts—whether in appreciation or in challenge. Music, after all, is meant to be a conversation—and I’d love to hear your voice in it.
Enjoy your time with my music! 
Contact: konrad.spittelberg@gmail.com
Spotify and Youtube: https:\\konrad-spittelberg.carrd.co