Really nice cacophony of swirling sounds and vocals

Some really great style in this swirling groove:)

Hypnotized by the waves, I started thinking about love... seemed like a good metaphor 

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« La musique est pour les musiciens, le poème pour les poètes, la stupidité pour les stupides, mais l'amour est donné à celle qui le mérite. »
(Sivi le Poète, L'amour)

Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore
Victor Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l’amour s’en va, l’espoir fuit.
L’amour, c’est le cri de l’aurore,
L’amour c’est l’hymne de la nuit.
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
Ce que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
Ce que l’astre dit aux nuages,
C’est le mot ineffable : Aimons !
L’amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
Il a pour réchauffer le coeur,
Un rayon de plus que la gloire,
Et ce rayon c’est le bonheur !
Aime ! qu’on les loue ou les blâme,
Toujours les grand coeurs aimeront :
Joins cette jeunesse de l’âme
A la jeunesse de ton front !
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
Afin qu’on voie en tes beaux yeux
Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux !
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
Unissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
Les arbres croissent en feuillage ;
Que notre âme croisse en amour !
Soyons le miroir et l’image !
Soyons la fleur et le parfum !
Les amants, qui, seuls sous l’ombrage,
Se sentent deux et ne sont qu’un !
Les poètes cherchent les belles.
La femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
Aime à rafraîchir sous ses ailes
Ces grand fronts brûlants et rêveurs.
Venez à nous, beautés touchantes !
Viens à moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
Ange ! viens à moi quand tu chantes,
Et, quand tu pleures, viens à moi !
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
Car notre esprit n’est point moqueur ;
Car les poètes sont les vases
Où les femmes versent leur coeurs.
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
Que la seule réalité,
Moi qui laisse fuir comme l’onde
Tout ce qui n’est que vanité,
Je préfère aux biens dont s’enivre
L’orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
L’ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
Quand ton front se penche sur moi.
Toute ambition allumée
Dans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
Tombe en cendre ou vole en fumée,
Et l’on se dit :  » Qu’en reste-t-il ? « 
Tout plaisir, fleur à peine éclose
Dans notre avril sombre et terni,
S’effeuille et meurt, lis, myrte ou rose,
Et l’on se dit :  » C’est donc fini ! « 
L’amour seul reste. Ô noble femme
Si tu veux dans ce vil séjour,
Garder ta foi, garder ton âme,
Garder ton Dieu, garde l’amour !
Conserve en ton coeur, sans rien craindre,
Dusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
La flamme qui ne peut s’éteindre
Et la fleur qui ne peut mourir !
Victor Hugo, Les contemplations, 1856

https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-5979/victor-hugo-aimons-toujours-aimons-encore/

Aimons toujours

We are all gods

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Everybody thinks like me
They've written and spoken my words
relentlessly

Heads hiding behind windows
Hiding in plain sight
Down eaves of windowsills
Feet in rocks, anthracite

Auto apartment structures
They build themselves
All the time
No necessity, no reason, no rhyme

Chipped in winter
Line drawings of the words
Freezing the moment sweet
Capturing things you've never seen

You know you should stay
Strangers leave such obvious
clues along the way

Heart has made sense
Voted least likely to succeed
at any expense

The day I exceed
Take the dry rot and blooms out
that we will not need
April 10, 2025

Least Likely To Succeed

Buffy

Big thanks to the girls who made this work better than anticipated  😎
Chloe Asunder - vocals, amplified acoustic guitar
Sparky B. - everything else

https://soundcloud.com/chloe-asunder
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Drifting through the haze
in a dream-like daze,
Softly floating, memories unwind,
Echoes linger - leaving time behind.

Drifting through the haze
Lost in a dreamy phase
Bound by echoes - sleep intertwine
In a wave of sound, where the stars align

Drifting through the haze....


©2025  Sparky Bonehead

Scarborough

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – acoustic guitar, synth, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- vocals, lyrics, mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless Warwick bass
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – piano, B3 synth voice, synth sax, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– master and production

This song started as a project that was begun on his guitar and synth, then shelved by our master songwriter, Chris. He always gives us magic to work with, and as soon as he shared this one with the rest of Eclectic Collective, we all jumped on it.
  Mark heard his part first, and set about writing some great lyrics to sing with his solid, inimitable voice. His lyrics are about a hypothetical future where we've turned to technology in search of human connection, only to realize that it has only isolated us more, and that we really already had that connection to begin with. The narration is from a future perspective, like all this has already happened, and its speaking to us from the future, almost like a warning. 
  The rhythm section was still absent, though, but not for long. Ken added his groovy, perfectly in the vibe drums to it next. Josh, of course followed soon after, now that he had drums to work with, by adding his fretless four string bass to the song. Now that it was sounding like a well rounded piece, Tez came through with some thrilling guitar solos that you hear throughout. JJ first added some piano, B3, and sax to the song, then later completed it with his psychedelic synth and divine voice synth that provides the "choir" you hear in there.
  Now that it was all in the bag, Mark spent considerable time and effort mixing it, then turned it over to our resident pro Stephen for the mastering.
  This is one of our favorite songs we've ever done, and it reminds us all of both Pink Floyd and King Crimson. This is a great example of what the team is able to do with a really solid, yet open musical seed, provided by a master composer. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by Mistermark:
The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves

the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave

the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind 

there were words left unsaid at the back of your mind

how could I have been so blind?

 

It was so long ago now it’s just you and me 

it seems I've forgotten the way you like your tea

the house becomes quiet as the guests head for home 

the garden’s been gathered and the kids are all grown 

on their own


“The robots will help” they said “it’s better this way”
“there’s no need to work and there’s more time to play” 

our leaders assured us we’d never go poor

and nobody questions the truth anymore 

but what did we do it all for?

 

Our science sustains us like fine works of art

but are we closer together or farther apart?

we’re each on an island alone on the sea

the ocean between us expands rapidly

is this where we wanted to be?

 

It was so long ago now it’s just you and me 

it seems we’ve forgotten the way it used to be

machines tried to help us but something went wrong

the future we wanted was here all along

 

The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves

the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave

the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind 

there were words left unsaid…

Faded Fortunes (Eclectic Collective)

Un texte que j'ai écrit, mis en musique par une amie que j'embrasse tendrement

Rythme désir

Love

Talking Man

Here we go again! 🎃 After listening to the song (maybe 2 or 3 times, so you’ll lose your mind and be perfectly ready for Halloween!)… go check out the video! This time we’re not in it, it’s a real ridiculous cartoon! 👉 https://youtu.be/_1hK8-2omFQ

OK, now it’s time to let you hear Beating Edge in the most beautiful language in the world (yeah, we know it’s subjective, but many say so anyway)! 
Our new track "Un Cavaliere Medievale" tells the story of a resurrected medieval knight, brought back to life by five crazy people (who knows who they are?😂), trying to survive the chaos of the modern world. It’s absurd, darkly funny, and just perfect for Halloween vibes. 

📝Below the Italian lyrics you’ll find the best possible English translation (we tried, we swear!). And since it’s Halloween, we’ve decided to commit artistic suicide, because with a ridiculous Italian song, SoundCloud’s algorithm will probably bless us with, what, 10 plays? Maybe 11 if we’re lucky! But hey, it’s the season for scary things, so let’s kill off these Beating Edge once and for all with the Italian language!!! 💀 

Enjoy the madness, and if your ears start bleeding, it’s not our fault… must be some ghost you didn’t listen to! Love you all (...in a very spooky way)!!! 🖤👻
Don’t forget to like, comment, and share… if you survive till the end 😈

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on October 30, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

🇮🇹[Italiano]

Io ero un cavaliere medievale
Ma la mia origine non era nobiliare
Sgobbavo come un animale
Con venti chili d’armatura sulle scale

Poi un colpo secco e finì la mia storia
Polvere e ossa, perduta la memoria
Ora arrivano cinque menti ribelli
Con magie e rumori che fan tremare i miei capelli

Io sono un cavaliere medievale!
Non potete scalfirmi né farmi del male!
Io sono il cavaliere di ’sti folli,
Risorto a caso tra scheletri e polli!

Il mondo moderno è un vero casino
I cavalli spariti, mi date un motorino?
Le luci, i telefoni, i rumori strani
Io combatto ancora… ma senza compagni

Io sono un cavaliere medievale!
Non potete scalfirmi né farmi del male!
Io sono il cavaliere di ’sti folli,
Risorto a caso tra scheletri e polli!

E se pensate di avermi sconfitto
Ricordate… torno sempre dal conflitto!
La musica è la mia magia, la mia maledizione
E vi perseguito… in ogni canzone!


🇬🇧🇺🇸English Translation
[A Medieval Knight]

I was a medieval knight
But I wasn’t born noble
I worked my tail off like a beast
Wearing armor that felt like a ton on my back

Then a single blow ended my story
Dust and bones, my memory gone
Now five crazy people show up
With magic and noises that make my head spin

I am a medieval knight!
You can’t hurt me or do me harm!
I’m the knight of these fools,
Brought back to life among skeletons and chickens!

The modern world is a total mess
No horses in sight, can someone lend me a scooter?
The lights, the phones, all the strange noises
I still fight… but without any companions

I am a medieval knight!
You can’t hurt me or do me harm!
I’m the knight of these fools,
Brought back to life among skeletons and chickens!

And if you think you’ve defeated me
Remember… I always rise back into battle!
Music is my magic, my curse
And I’ll haunt you… in every song!

Un Cavaliere Medievale

Official Music Video

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#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

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Kyle Bolan

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