Your Mix 3

Firstly I would like to say, all those suffering with Psoriatic arthritis .. I TOTALLY GET IT !!!!  I had my first flare up a few months back and it stopped me dead in my tracks !!!! . I could'nt open a tin of beans never mind play anything. Luckily I got my shot (which made me feel like I was 20 again) which lasted long enough for the medication to kick in and now things seem to have calmed down a great deal. fingers crossed !!!
I started tracking this one about 4 months ago but never got it finished. FINALLY its finished I hope you all enjoy it. Just somthing easy going to get started again.

Once again thank you to all for all your great support.

Music,composition,arrangement,mix and production :- Pablo

The Enchanted Lake

Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Mahalo Flying V Ukelele
Addictive Drums
Kontakt
Komplete Kontrol
Xpand2!
Mercury 4
Quadra

Chuck a ey

Chuck a uey

“Dessau Dreaming “ by Luke  (in memory of my brother) 

Long time ago during the Cold War in a small apartment in Dessau 🇩🇪
a 2 year old brother was introduced to his new baby brother, both boys were adorable with blonde hair & blue eyes.. 
one year later the older brother went by train to visit his Oma in Berlin.. 
that was the last time the brothers ever saw each other again..
the barbwire went up & the wall was enforced, forcing the 3year old brother to stay in the East while his younger brother (and Mother) made it to Aachen to live with the other Oma.. 
20years later the wall came down only boy left was the younger brother who grew up with the PolarBears in🇨🇦Canada..
he was a Diesel mechanic by trade
but he’s been writing & creating music since he was 6 years old..
I Created this song In memory of my older brother..
Dieter Schüßmann ❤️

“Dessau Dreaming” by Luke

El taller de Cuca:
Toni Solé (piano and keyboard)
Mery Navarro (choirs)
Cuca Aguirre (choirs)
Pepe Gámez (Spanish guitar)
Antonio Sánchez (Spanish guitar and bongó)
Adrián González (electric guitar)
Sergio Párraga (keyboard, bass, melodic bass, cajón, palms, choirs, drumms programming and production)

Donde siempre

Same Circles

Another track from my upcoming Time Machine EP with music similar to Hidden Room, Time Machine, and Enigma.

An electro atmosphere with pop & hip hop beats at a chill 80 bpm

In contemplation of butterflies — to making the best of every moment of life. 

An original composition, No AI, written MIDI to DAW

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With a lifespan of only two to four weeks, time is precious to butterflies, and it highlights a secret — butterflies possess timekeeping abilities in their antennae. 

They also can track the sun’s position with their eyes, a navigational skill used for migration, and their vision includes ultraviolet light, something humans cannot see. 

Of their many secrets — the sense of taste is in their feet, their wings are dead cells, they have existed for 60 million years, are biologically diverse with 20,000 species, and can fly as fast as 37 MPH or 59 KM/H — the fact that some butterfly species migrate thousands of miles during their short lifetimes is astonishing. 

Short lives necessitate making the best of every moment of life, and perhaps that’s the secret to the longevity of 60 million years of the butterfly species.
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Chill at 80 bpm
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard E-INSTRUMENTS: Concert Grand Ambient Lead synth Lunar Chords synth String Cycles synth 
Anthem Chord Arp synth
Crystals & Voices synth Fingerstyle Electric Bass
Deep Round Synth Bass
Minimal Techno Pattern bass
E-DRUM KITS:
Drum Synth Kit 
RnB Remix 
Hip Hop Kit
European Folk Kit

COVER ART is a composite using AI-generated images created by the DaVinci app to create original CGI designed in Photoshop.
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Butterfly Secrets

Illustration : Forest Dance Party chez Stockcake

Tribal Summer Dance  (Original)

Conga and Bass brothers

Conga and bass, Sergio Párraga.
Piano and drumms, Ireal pro.
Front page, Pepe Gámez.

Conversando

MISSING YOU  (From Open Collab Paploviante)
Backing Track:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/turn-of-time-open-collab-offer
Vocals Leslie (Ghosthack) Missing you
Lillithe:  Mix, Arrangement and Production

Missing you (From Open Collab Paploviante)

Cast of characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass, Collings mandolin, Rogue banjo, Roland electric piano, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began with Josh coming up with it on his electric piano and fretless bass, to which he added some banjo, then mandolin. Once he had a solid basis for the song, he shared it with the rest of Eclectic Collective for them to add their parts. 
  Ken was first up, adding his drums in an such a creative way that matched Josh's bassline perfectly. It was originally recorded to a looper disco beat, but that was blown out of the water by Ken's creative drumming. Tez jumped in next, adding his thrilling guitar to the second half of the song. Not to be outdone, Stephen batted clean up, adding his textural and melodic guitar to the first half. He also added some subtle, but brilliant acoustic guitar to the first half, too. 
  This is a great example of Eclectic Collective coming up with an original band sound out of one of Josh's seeds. We're always pushing boundaries and trying to find fun and exciting ways to build a song. Lots of teamwork in here, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

The Plot Thickens (Eclectic Collective)

Thanks to @Encym @markjbennett, @mark-hoogslag and @pleudoniem for feedback on earlier versions

Through the trees, a forest
The end has started,
the beginning begun.

Tides are turning
War was over, 
or so we thought

*Out with the old
In with the new
if you don't know 
which is which
what you're gonna do?

You chose, you stepped, 
you thought you knew, 
Yet the tree still asks: 
Who chooses who?
Who chooses who?

Keep on climbing the decision tree
Up the branches, to infinity
decided for you and me

For Regulo Tortolero:

A través de los árboles, un bosque
El fin ha comenzado,
el comienzo comenzó.

Las mareas están cambiando
La guerra había terminado, 
o eso pensábamos

Fuera el viejo
Dentro el nuevo
si no sabes 
cuál es cuál
¿qué vas a hacer?

Elegiste, diste un paso, 
creíste que lo sabías, 
Sin embargo, el árbol sigue preguntando: 
¿Quién elige a quién?
¿Quién elige a quién?

Sigue subiendo
el árbol de las decisiones
Al final seremos libres

Decision tree

This piece started again, as often is the case, with me experimenting on the organ. My daughter was intrigued with it when she heard me playing with it, and said it has film noir vibes, which influenced the rest of the composition as it gave me a target, a clear vision of where it was going.

Another version will come, hopefully soon, as a collaboration with some of my friends whom you may already be familiar with from other songs on my channel, which will replace some of the virtual instruments you will hear in this demo version with real instruments, namely, drums and bass, and probably add some additional surprises.

Releasing this version was not in my plans, but after hearing from three separate people that this version should not change, it is done, I have decided to release this one separately from the coming collaboration, so you can hear it exactly as I originally imagined it. Of course, I fully expect the collaboration will be better still, as it always is when bringing multiple talents together, instead of just me in an echo chamber.

I hope you will enjoy listening, and thanks as always.

A Study In Neon

Hey, it's been a while!  
Glad you're visiting. 

Make Friends with the End

 You know how it feels
When things are getting dire
And you reel, try to run
Just as things are catching fire
And you feel time compress
As your vision starts to tunnel
Swallow hard, catch your breath
Put your hands out just a little
And make friends with the end

You know how it feels
When the sky is growing darker
On your own, look around
As your vision starts to falter
Try to see, feel the ground 
And as midnight is approaching
You give in, let it win
And embrace medianoche
You make friends with the end
You make friends

You know what it's like
When things are getting stranger
And you're sure that it's real
And you know that you're in danger
Makes you shudder just a little
Must be your imagination
Hear a whisper like a riddle
Ride a ghost hallucination 
Ride a ghost hallucination
Ride a ghost

You know how it feels 
When the tide is rising higher
And you paddle, try to float
Then swim out a little further
As the current starts to pull 
And you slow down your resistance
Swallow hard, take a breath
You’ll be in it for the distance
You'll make friends with the end
Make friends with the end

Make Friends with the End

Strumming Guitar track (playing my Taylor 114ce)
Organ: (playing my midi keyboard) using Logic Pro Grand organ sound
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: Ez Drummer 3
MK1 Keyboard and piano  Ez Keys 2
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Every night at ten o’clock, before I go to bed 
I doomscroll on my phone, and I see stories that fill me with dread
I know I should put down my phone and read a book, but I can’t control the urge
Things get stuck in my brain that I really wish I could purge
It’s a fine line between staying informed and doomscrolling
And it’s so hard to put down that phone once you pick it up and start that ball rolling
There’s a constant stream of bad news that never goes stale
Why can’t the world be more like a fairy tale
Forever chemicals in the water, pollution in the air
Global temperatures rising, and the oil companies don’t care
Russians making nuclear threats and our leaders they just shrug
Some nights it feels like I’m in a hospital bed and they‘re about to pull the plug
It’s a fine line between staying informed and doomscrolling
And it’s so hard to put down that phone once you pick it up and start that ball rolling
There’s a constant stream of bad news that never goes stale
Why can’t the world be more like a fairy tale

Microplastics your body
It’s bad to sit too long in your in your chair 
They say you can go sterile if you wear tight underwear
There’s an object heading towards us from deep in outer space
They say it might be an alien spacecraft on its way to destroy the human race
Too much information in the palm of your hand
Can make you just want to bury your head in the sand
Sometimes you’ve got to accept there are things beyond your control
Whatever will be will be.  You play an insignificant role 
It’s a fine line between staying informed and doomscrolling
And it’s so hard to put down that phone once you pick it up and start that ball rolling
There’s a constant stream of bad news that never goes stale
Why can’t the world be more like a fairy tale

Doomscrolling

Some thoughts that have been percolating in my mind lately (cover photo:  photo of my halloween skeleton edited with a not to scale termite and silver spoon: adobe stock images)

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Copyright 2025
Vocals , Chords and Lyrics by Joe Stroffolino
Organ (playing my midi keyboard with sound from Logic Pro BeBop Organ)
Single Strum track  (playing my Taylor 114ce)
Second fast strumming track: PG music real track
Bass: PG Music real track
Piano:  EZ Keys2 (with sound from Native instruments Piano uno)
Drums: EZ Drummer 3
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They say that life is a test but not everyone’s dealt the same hand
Some are born into privilege, while others struggle through quicksand
We play the cards we’re dealt as we try to find our way,
Doing our best to keep our heads above water as we go about each day.
People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.
How many billions do you have to accumulate before you’re just running up the score
At what point do you decide that you don’t need anymore
Telling rags-to-riches stories, so the common man believes it’s true,
“Keep those taxes off the billionaires cause someday that might be you.”
 People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.
 Politicians smiling and acting like they share your blues,
But they’d collapse in a minute trying to walk a mile in your shoes.
Lottery tickets selling hope, though the odds are that you’ll never win
You’ve got a better chance of being struck by lightning than ever cashing in.
You’ll be paying off those loans for the rest of your life from that useless college degree
As the corporations implement AI trying their best to replace you and me
 The universe is billions of years old; we come and go in a flash.
We spend our short lives obsessing over cash.
 People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.

Life Is a Test

Explicit !
Lyrics :
My feet are damp with summer’s heat,
a slick devotion, perfumed and sweet.
They play in rhythm, soft yet firm,
a dance of pleasure, twist, and turn.

The air pulses of salt and musk,
a scent that lingers, bold, robust.
My arches press, my toes caress,
a skill perfected, nothing less.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
In this passion, let your pleasures flow.

Sweet feet caress your marble curve,
a dance that makes the nerves unnerve.
The friction builds, the tension grows,
a secret delight only my soles know.

No hands could match this velvet grip,
this teasing slide, this oily slip.
The warmth of skin, the pulse beneath,
You crave for an elusive relief.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
Your gorgeous shaft soon will flow.

Bridge:
Your breath quickens as I tease,
My toes entwined, eager to please.
A playful rhythm, a gentle squeeze
Soon, honey, you will moan “please”

I watch you shudder, watch you yield,
to every move my feet reveal.
A silent pact, a shared delight,
the edge of pleasure, edged just right.

And when you spurt, I smile, content,
my work well done, my strength well spent.
For in this art, I reign supreme—
a goddess of the sweat-slick dream.

The art of my soles

Taylor 114 CE (Strumming my guitar)
Logic Pro BeBop Organ (Playing my MIDI keyboard)
Logic Pro Classic Electric Piano (Playing my MIDI Keyboard)
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Real Track)
Vocals and Back up Vocals (me singing).
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
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Cover art:  photo of Halloween skeleton edited with Adobe stock images.
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Won’t You Please Just Go
Verse 1
It used to be that right and wrong were clear cut, black and white
And people had the courage still to stand and fight the good fight
It used to be that folks could bridge across the partisan divide
Do the right thing and set their differences aside
Now the tech bros want to colonize Mars, and create a brand-new utopia
And if you’re skeptical of their vision, you’re just a luddite with myopia
They’re dreaming of a world of like minds, a place with no dissent
But too much group think has a way of becoming malevolent

Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done.

Verse 2
Columbus sailed west and began a bold new age of exploration
But life on a barren rock seems like a recipe for frustration
It’s easy to be seduced by all that science fiction snake oil
but once you get to Mars, it’ll be nothing but drudgery and endless toil

Bridge
Seems like there are better ways for billionaires to spend their cash
Than living in a tin can on Mars like high-tech trailer trash.
They say the higher you fly, the harder you can fall;
Why trade a living planet for a dusty red ball?

Verse 3
Things can get kind of messy down here on good old planet Earth
You can turn tail and and try to escape this place of humanities birth
You can wipe the slate clean but there’s something in our DNA
You can make people march in lockstep but eventually there will be hell to pay.


Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done

Won't You Please Just Go (to Mars)

Strumming Guitar (me strumming my Taylor 114ce)
Electric Guitar (MIDI with Native instruments mint guitar sound)
Organ (me playing my MIDI keyboard with Logic Pro Bebop Organ sound)
Bass: PG music real track
Harp: Ez Keys
Drums: EZ drummer 3
Vocals and Back Up Vocals (me singing)
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
Verse 1
People come into our lives, then fade away like ripples in a pond
We spend time together, it feels so right, but circumstances change and they move on. 
I think about them occasionally, I wonder what they’re up to.
Sometimes I get the urge call them out of the blue.
Chorus
All those different paths that I could have taken
Now I’m lying in the bed of my own making
The clock keeps ticking every single day
I tell myself there’s got to be a better way
Verse 2
People who I haven’t spoken to in such a very long time
We drifted away and now I’m past my prime 
If I walked past them, and they saw my face, would there be any hint of recognition
Cause time has a way of transforming you like a magician

Bridge 
It feels like I’m doing time, I’m just towing the line
Trying to make it through another hard-working day
There’s so much water under that bridge, I’m dying to know what’s on the other side of that ridge, and deep down I know I’m in a prison of my own making

Verse 3
All those Dreams I never followed, I took the safe road
I turned my back on creativity and shifted into a working horse mode
I’m back in the saddle, trying to play the game
Speaking what’s on my mind
It’s a race no one asked me to enter and I’m feeling far behind

Chorus
All those different paths that I could have taken
Now I’m lying in the bed of my own making
The clock keeps ticking every single day
I tell myself there’s got to be a better way
Outro
They say that’s the way the cookie crumbles,
And life can be a series of stumbles 
And all you can do is dust yourself off and try keep right on going

Ripples In A Pond

Rapture is a new collaboration between the Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino, following the awesome Asteroids (The Original Was Better). Joe wrote both the lyrics and the original music, while the Beating Edge rearranged and recorded it in a punchy rock style, adding driving guitars, strong rhythm, and dynamic choruses. Vocals feature Tom on lead, with Joe and Mary contributing both backing vocals and lead parts on certain verses and the bridge, creating a layered and energetic vocal texture.
The song explores the absurdity and irony of doomsday prophecies, the obsession with the rapture, and the endless cycle of believers and false prophets. It blends satirical storytelling with a critical eye on human behavior, delivering a mix of humor, intensity, and thought-provoking commentary through energetic rock arrangements. 
Rapture is a track that engages both the mind and the ears, combining narrative, power, and fun in equal measure.
Copyright 2025  Joe Stroffolino & The Beating Edge

Lyrics:

These prophets who say the world's gonna end and they set a specific date
And then when it doesn't happen, their followers still think they're great
The sun rises the next morning and people stumble out of bed
Disappointed that the rapture didn't happen and they're still alive instead of dead

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

They claim they have a direct line to God but there was a glitch in the connection
But now they're certain of the expiration date so they issue a correction
The shepherd guides the flock and tries to keep them safe from harm
But how many times can you cry wolf before people ignore your alarm

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Who cares about the environment if you think the world is gonna end
And you're convinced the second coming is right around the bend
So drill baby drill and chop down all the plants and trees
No need to spend money on curing terrible disease

In every generation throughout history, people were certain that the rapture would come
And they had followers willing to believe them as they fed them each a tiny crumb
In baseball you only get three strikes and then the umpire says you're out
But when it comes to doomsday prophecies, the true believers have no doubt

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind