Beautiful-reminds me of a Judy Collins song

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

Every human has to struggle with some bad feelings! Some of us win and overcome them some of us don't! This song is a story of our fight!
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released March 31, 2023

Distribiution - BRN Records 2023. All Rights Resverd.
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Main artist: Over The Sacrifice
Marek Skałka - vocalist (PL)
Tomasz Książczak - Drummer (PL)
Tomasz Trojanowski - Guitarist (PL)
Adrian Szatanik - Guitarist (PL)
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Recordings and premixing - Riffresh Studio (part of BRN Records Label) (PL)
Mix & Master - Saturation Sound (CA)

First Seal Broken

P.H.F.D.

Boss Battle

Produção Experimental do Artista e Produtor Loc Dró de fazer Beats. Usando autenticidade, originalidade e criatividade total.

Loc dró Produced Type Beat Trap - "Best Vibe" (Audio)

🎵 Title: When Earth Fell
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 02:22
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Electronic / Cinematic / Soundtrack / 
🎧 Mood: Epic, Dark, Tense, Apocalyptic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/Je9-3uyUSDc

📝 Description

Experience the cataclysmic moment when humanity faces its extraterrestrial reckoning. “When Earth Fell” fuses sweeping cinematic orchestration with thunderous synth rhythms, creating a vivid soundscape of invasion and collapse. Brace yourself for an electrifying journey into the final hours of our world.

🎼 Key: D-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: 115 bpm

Contains synthetic content, digitally generated.

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CINEMATIC and EPIC

When Earth Fell

Who Can't Move On

The Stroll

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

Une chanson disco -bourree dans un style fusion pop-rock-musique traditionnelle.
Cette fusion est l' ADN du groupe Aldo-Forgette

Aldo-Forgette

N'arrête pas

At the beginning of the journey through the 22 stations or cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot deck, the Fool steps off a cliff into the complete unknown. This is exactly what it feels like to be beginning this series of 22 music tracks for me.... but I'm hopeful it will be a fun and interesting journey!  

I'm very grateful to Andreas Pirner (@APi_ZZ) for providing such a beautiful and appropriate design framework for each of the covers, and for his ever helpful advice on sound quality and mixing.

0. The Fool

Spotify 

Takeover

No One at the Disco

„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

Blackbird

I

Blackbird cackling in the courtyard,
Wisteria growing all twisted against the wall,
My true companions for the past two weeks –
Memories, that’s all.
You want me to take you back
Like a shark attack,
No baby, I don’t need another chance
To suffer and rise again.
I don’t intend to take any advice
That sets me up for sacrifice,
Somebody else can save your world.
Went walking in hell by the fiery sea,
Met some people a lot like me,
They’re still there with people like you.
Can’t think of anything I’d rather do
Than forget everything you put me through.

II

Mamma would you send me
Some of that Baton Rouge coffee.
No one out here ever makes it that strong.
I want to wake up and face the day clearly,
Been half asleep for way to long.
He wants me to take him back
Like a shark attack,
Oh no Mamma, I don’t need another chance
To suffer and rise again.
I don’t intend to take any advice
That sets me up for sacrifice.
Somebody else can save the world.
I went walking in hell by the fiery sea,
Met some people looked a lot like me,
That ever happen to you?
There must be something you’d rather do
Than talk about the things
I’ve just been through.
Blackbird singing in the courtyard.
Wisteria — blooming — against the wall.
Blackbird singing in the courtyard.
Wisteria blooming against the wall — Blackbird.

Bandcamp

Blackbird (feat. Terry Martin)

"Beau", also known as "I'll Never Forget a Dog Named Beau", is a poem written by American film and stage actor James Stewart.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beau_(poem)

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

And on the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

And, he'd charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
To follow him where he was bound.

We're early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

And I'd give him one for a while.
And he'd push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long He'd tire of the ball

And he'd be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,

But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

I’ll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau

Written by Tim Donahue. To listen to other tacks: https://on.soundcloud.com/1J4qm0CsPJ2CFJckEY

My Way - (Version 2)

(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

Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.

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