Coups de cœur étrangers 12

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

imagination

Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem is a hymn to the human abilities, bravery, greatness of the human spirit and love for the Motherland!

Epic, powerful and nostalgic. This beautiful orchestral piece serves to remember those who served for their country to protect their homes and who they love. It starts as just strings, but then a countermelody is played by a piercing violin. The trumpet and french horn join and then with them the snare drum giving it a military air.

This piece is perfect for any piece of media where you want to convey strong feelings of national pride or touching emotions to remember those who sacrificed so much for our freedom.

E-Dur; 4/4; 70 bpm

Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem

Monkey Magic EP

Monkey Magic

Are we all guilty of contributing to global pollution?

Lyrics
Guilty, a crime we  all commit, without thinking  
Poison, the sea, the land, our selves, nowhere to hide

Guilty, as charged, I know I played  my  part 

Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Don't do it

Drifting, shadows lost and cold, trapped in a  heart of 
Poison, the waves pass round and round, nowhere to hide

Guilty as Charged

Who Can't Move On

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Spotify 

Takeover

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Yuliya Starova
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I wore my mirrorball smile,
Threaded in velvet static.
Feet kissed glass in a spiral,
While the DJ looped the dramatic.

Chandeliers blinked in Morse code,
Telling secrets to the sweat.
I was half a ghost, half glitter,
Haven’t found my other yet.

Every face a flicker show,
Every laugh a borrowed coat.
I swayed in place like the tide,
While your absence took the lead.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Waltzed with the echo and steam.
No one here speaks the language
Of the love that I keep in a dream.
Midnight spins like a scratched confession,
But nobody’s looking for me.

There was a boy with constellation freckles,
And a girl made of eyeliner smoke.
I touched them in passing like pages,
But the chapter never spoke.

Confetti fell like false promises,
A ticker-tape goodbye.
I carved your name in condensation
On the walls of a disco sky.

Velvet ropes and paper crowns,
Plastic hearts in lost and found.
I burned my name into the beat,
Still nobody turned around.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Twirled through the blur and the beam.
No one here knows the hunger
Of the love I keep quiet and clean.
This is no fairytale ending,
Just a strobe and a fever dream.

Maybe love’s a myth in sequins,
Maybe it left before the soundcheck.
Maybe I’m the last believer
In a world of silhouette suspects.

I’ll stay ‘til the floor goes silent,
When the last bass note slips away.
Still spinning in that soft denial,
Like love was only a song they played.

No One at the Disco

She left a note on the table; not sorry that we tried.
Sure, we had a good time, but things change on a dime, and I thank you for trying.
That was the last time he saw her. That was the last time he cared.
Just another excuse, but with so much to lose he simply refused,
You do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

His downfall was his compassion. Seemed that he cared way too much.
He worked hard to attract, he expected that back, was that too much to ask?
He thought she might have been bluffing. He thought she’d come back again.
But she never returned, he was lost he was burned, and the lesson he learned
Was that you do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

Sometimes it seems all your hopes, all your dreams
Have been crumpled and thrown in the trash.
Don’t give up yet, just don’t forget the plan.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need - get cut and learn how to bleed.
Sometimes all you need is another plan.



Another Plan

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

The Stargazers Music Box

Listen on YouTube: https://youtu.be/X37xDTgGQJI?si=_1i0NttLrfLNh9PN

Lost Me Now

Soulful house, indie beats and progressive melodies

Live in London: June 2025

“imagination” by Sonokinesis – a deeply moving R&B-Soul-Gospel track that blends spirituality, emotion, and the power of imagination. With smooth, soulful melodies and heartfelt vocals, this song invites you to let go and immerse yourself in a world of faith, passion, and inner strength. Perfect for moments of reflection, comfort, or pure inspiration.

#imagination #Sonokinesis #RnB #Soul #Gospel #Spiritual #DeepVibes #EmotionalMusic #Inspiration #Faith #SmoothVocals


https://on.soundcloud.com/bIDFUGYEDcLZr2btI1 by VickStiX @vicky-adair

This song is my future self at ninety, speaking back to my present self. It’s raw, intimate, and soft-spoken — like a truth only time can reveal. Where "Don’t Be Me" (on.soundcloud.com/HDgZa4Mt4Sy1GVqfg) was my plea to the five-year-old me to hold on to her fire, "Voice at Ninety" is the continuation — the perspective of a woman who has lived it all, looking back with clarity and love. It’s about recognizing that even as the body ages, the spirit doesn’t fade, and the fire inside still burns. It’s a reminder not to save your song for another day, not to fold or disappear, but to live fully and love fiercely for as long as body and mind allow. This isn’t just advice to myself — it’s a message for anyone who has ever wondered what really matters when the years catch up: love, truth, and the courage to keep your voice alive. @vicky-adair

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Hey stubborn woman, hands still scarred,
You’ve carried battles, you’ve walked through dark.
But don’t let silence steal your fire,
Don’t bury truth beneath desire.

[Pre-Chorus]
The mirror may crack, but your spirit won’t break,
Every scar on your skin is the proof you create.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 2]
You held your tongue when you should’ve screamed,
You gave your time to the wrong damn dream.
Don’t let regret chain up your feet,
Forgive yourself and claim your seat.

[Pre-Chorus]
The body gets weak, but the fire won’t die,
I’m proof you can roar when the night runs dry.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 3]
At ninety I smile at the woman you are,
Bruised but burning, you’ve come so far.
Don’t chase the ghosts, don’t fear the fall,
You’ll find your wings when you give it all.

[Bridge]
Write your rage on the sky, let your stories bleed,
Every loss was a fire, every wound a seed.
And I wouldn’t trade the pain I’ve known,
It carved the voice that’s all your own.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Chorus (Refrain)]
Live wild, live free,
Keep your heart where it’s meant to be.
Don’t fold, don’t fade, don’t disappear,
Carry your fire across the years.

[Outro]
So if you hear me from the future call,
Don’t be afraid — you can’t lose it all.
Love’s the only thing that you keep,
I’ll hold it safe for when you sleep.
@vicky-adair 

@shankari-touch

VickStiX - Voice at Ninety (ShAnkAri touch)

After Dark (feat. Ja'Niyla Kelly)

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

Minnesota based Singer-Songwriter. Collaborates with musicians all over the world and specializes in singer-songwriter, indie-folk, pop, soundtrack, and Broadway.
Collaborations: LemonHeadJams@gmail.com

Who Can't Move On

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