Mixed for Lillithe

Watch Out! ➡️ https://youtu.be/ioB6ZNxr2CA (Really cool Video 😀)

Where you want to go when you get older and want to go back when you are old, that is "home".

I have been an isolated stranger until now, wandering around in nature and possessing nothing but property. All the beings to whom I have attached myself have had something dearer to them than I, and with that my heart cannot help itself. I long for a civil and domestic existence, and that is the only thing I hope for now. And yet they fly away...the houses of my own existence. I am feeling homesick!

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Every single instrument, every track was recorded, processed and edited separately. Articulations are on the individual keyswitches, for which I put a specially made sketch next to my keyboard to make sure I get the right key in any case 😂 

This outstanding image inspired me to write this song. Picture by Rafy A (unfortunately I did not find a direct link to him) : (

🎞️ Video!

Homeland!

What Do We Need To Touch The Stars

Hypnos

I was headed home thru Hattiesburg 
In an icy cold  December 
On a train: the Crescent City line
To my hometown for Christmastime

I was watching out the window
As the train pulled out into the snow
The western sky was glowing red
as the night turned purple overhead

Between the sunset and the evening stars
Planes were leaving long white scars
I’d given anything to be up there
Flying far away from here

That was years ago
The last time that I went home
Now I’d give anything to go back where I belonged

Oh, to walk down those familiar streets
In the town that held my secrets deep
To see the soft glow of the Christmas lights
In the windows around the old house of mine

To feel the warmth of Christmas from years ago
But things have changed so much I know
We all have gone separate ways
And it all feels so far away

Everyone I’ve known has come and gone
Friends and family that I depended on
That world is gone
And I stand alone 
I just want to go back home where I belong

If Christmas wishes did come true
I would have a million reason to 
Get back on the crescent city train
And start the new year home again

I just want to go back home

The Last Time I Went Home (Christmas 22)

Mount Abby's Race W/ UK Man

Ultra vivid dream (dub remix)

This is a remaster just recently changed the file to the newest version Enjoy!

platinum

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Keyboard, Bass, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Cosmic Keanu - Vocals, Lyrics

Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxpFYmJexFA

Lyrics: 

I hear a call from deep inside
Calling me back to the source
To the space 
where
I once belonged

When the change is complete
Is there nothing left of me?
light reflects
eternity

What seemed solid now dissolves
And the past is washed away
Is it fear that holds
the truth at bay?

When the change is complete
Is there nothing left of me?
light reflects
eternity

As the waters cascade down
Reminding us where we belong
Healing us in 
serenity

What seemed solid now dissolves
And the past is washed away
Is it fear that holds
the truth at bay?

As the waters cascade down
Reminding us where we belong
Healing us in 
serenity

Flowing through eternity
We'vw been here before
The search will end
When we seek no more

Photoemission (Brian Butts & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
Your not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

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Recorded in Modesto, Ca. Featuring Sergio Parraga on Congas, Bongos & Percussion. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Trumpet solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Acoustic Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass Rhythm. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Steinway Brother Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Drums Standard Trap Drum set. Percussion Congas, Bongos, Timbales, Cowbell, Zildjen Crash Cymbal.

Lighthouse

Newport Beach

I heard Erik the Flutemaker describe how he imagined how the pre-historic man first came up with the flute concept.
He imagined a group of early humans living near a forest, occasionally weird sounds would come from the forest that scared them into running away, until a inquisitive ancestor ventured into the forest in search of this unworldly noise .
He found a bamboo that fell ,the little forest bugs ate the inside of the bamboo as it is soft and eventually decomposition made holes in to the bamboo.
Occasionally when it was windy and the wind blow from a certain angle its created a note, a sound.
And that ancestor of ours tried to understand the concept of wind, hollow bamboo with holes...
And maybe this was the way that the flute was born...
I loved that vision and when I saw this art work, it reminded me of this story and my creativity started to develop ...
Erik is a master flute maker, he makes All kinds of amazing flutes, please visit his site, it will bring you joy... https://eriktheflutemaker.com/

A special thank you to Brita Seifert, a generous ,fabulous ,creative artist with a great talent and eye for beauty.
Please visit her site , it will definitely brighten your day  
https://www.shutterstock.com/g/Brita+Seifert

For Tom and Ela

The Bamboo and the Wind

Music/Arrangement/Production/Vocals/Lyrics by Achazia

I wonder where you are,
Can you tell it to me, from afar?
because of You you you.
My days are long and dark.

The stones you brought is gone
It's no longer a foundation to our home
because of you you you.
the walls has crumbled down


I hear my name
I think I am falling
I see your face
I hear your calling


The road that you once made
Has been washed out from pouring rain
because of you you you
There is no other way

Someday, the pain will end
but my heart needs time to heal and mend
for you you you
I will forever be changed.

Orelie's Prayer

African funk Latin Jazz dub: Entheogenic Psychonaught, guitars & keyboards. Mikey McFaffington, saxophone

Under the Baobab Tree. (Funk mix). with. Entheogenic Psychonaught & Mikey McFaffington

Gurdjieff believed that most humans live their lives in a state of "waking sleep," in which they are largely unaware of their true nature and potential. He taught that through self-observation and conscious effort, individuals could awaken to their higher selves and gain access to a deeper understanding of the universe and their place in it.

One aspect of Gurdjieff's work that relates to the idea that the world as a simulation is his concept of "objective reality." He taught that most people are trapped in their subjective reality, which is distorted by their conditioning and beliefs. Objective reality, in contrast, is a more accurate perception of the world as it actually is, free from the distortions of individual perspective.

In this sense, Gurdjieff's work could be seen as a way of "hacking" the simulation of reality, by breaking through the illusions of subjective experience and accessing a more objective and truthful understanding of the world.

The Waking Sleep

eleventh hour pt. 2

Art cover by Nataly NGM      
Drum programming, bass, one guitar with a slight delay 😉,
and vocals  all performed by Bruno 

This title was composed in January 1990, recorded on 4tracks tape recorder in February 1991, and mastered with Audacity on March 2023! 
All by Bruno C aka Loony De Bussy 

Better play it loud 🤘🔥

I'm Leavin' - Bruno C

you have to be
the birds and the bees
B. Hasemeyer can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/b-hasemeyer

Be Heaven, In The Trees

B. Hasemeyer / numbers in the dream - Be Heaven, In The Trees

IPG1 ft Quick on thé drawing - It’s going down

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 03/2023.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

An Jazz song track inspired by one of the very 
beautiful photos brought back by Julie during a recent 
trip to Thailand.
Many thanks to Julie.

Un titre Jazz inspiré d'une des très
belles photos rapportées par Julie lors d'un récent
voyage en Thaïlande.
Un grand merci à Julie.

---- Effet Mer  -----

C'est à désespérer des hommes,
Eve n'aurait jamais dû croquer la pomme,
On serait rester soi-disant sauvages,
on aurait pas vécu tous ces ravages,
cueillir les fruits du plaisir,
il y avait tant de belles histoires à écrire,
n'écouter que le son de la pluie et du vent,
sans se soucier du temps,
on aurait jamais dit c'était mieux avant,
en fixant éternellement l'instant...