Song "MUMBAI VIEW“
Producer Lillithe
Collaboration Lillithe and Paploviante
Idea and arrangement - Lillithe
Mix / Music - Paploviante
Styles - African, Indian, Reggae, Jazzy and Country.
Thank you for the nice collaboration Paul!

Mumbai View - Collaboration / Lillithe - Paploviante

Big And Bouncy

Production & mastering by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

HIGH AGAINST A CLOUD

Dear Mr. Dream Maker

Electro fusion of classical and jazz with a melding of hip hop, reggae, and Latin beats at a chill 70 bpm 

An original composition, no AI, digital music created MIDI to DAW by a human

The Harvest Moon
Excerpt from a poem by Ted Hughes

"The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon."

Harvest Moon is a symbol of abundance, gratitude, and the balance between light and dark of the autumn equinox. The 2025 Harvest Moon, this year’s first Supermoon of the Northern Hemisphere, reaches full illumination on Monday, October 6, 11:47 PM ET. 🌕

With props to jazz flugelhorn player and composer Chuck Mangione, RIP (November 29, 1940 – July 22, 2025)


ARTIST NOTE: I attempt (and fail) on a regular basis to satisfy an artistic curiosity — What if classical composers such as Johann Sebastian Bach wrote jazz music using a DAW with electronic drum kits? 🤔😯 Even when I fail, usually something comes out of the effort 😀
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TEMPOS
0:01   68 bpm
0:45   70 bpm
Variations of Fm, E, Bbm, F#, Eb7, C7
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard 
VST or E-INSTRUMENTS:
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead 
Breathy Keys
Studio Trumpet 
Vibraphone 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
70s Funk Clav
Focus synth 
Session Strings 
Fingerstyle Electric Bass 
Deep Round Synth Bass
Minimal Techno Pattern
E-PERCUSSION
African Kit
Latin Kit 
2-Step Remix Overdrive Kit 
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COVER ART is a surrealistic interpretation of the Harvest Moon song as original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from original and AI-generated images rendered by the DaVinci app, then altered, retouched, and designed in Photoshop.

Thursday, Sept. 25, 2025, 11:12 PM ET 
Released on SoundCloud
2025 All Rights Reserved
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Harvest Moon

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Word 
became flesh
He dwelt among us
became man

Body of His flesh,
through death
presents us
holy blameless

[chorus in Greek]
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and God was the Word

Spirit
descends
remained on Him,
like a dove

Only begotten Son
Christ is king,
Before all time

No 
earthly thing
can separate us
From God’s love

[chorus]

God
Made all things
through Him and for Him
all abide

Every Good thing
is from the father
of Heavenly lights

Walk 
in the light
The way revealed 
to eternal life

Joy
Complete
born again
in spirit
for all time


The Word

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Lights off in the dark, I can´t see anything

Lights Off

"Deep beneath the forest, there is magic all around,
With music, dance and laughter, yet you'll barely hear a sound,
But if you're very still, you may hear a fiddle play,
As tiny creatures celebrate another splendid day."

- Beneath the Forest, by Francess Harris

A companion piece to "Enchanted Forest Dance." 
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Poem and original composition by Francess Harris - Copyright 2025
All Rights Reserved.