Magnifique pérégrination musicale! 👍🏻 👏 🎶

I imagine a poltergeist reckoning. Spooky audio.

such a complex soundscape... and yet totally engaging and exciting

Loops and Paths: This wonderful soundtrack has the power to draw our subconscious into the mysteries of existence. The free-flowing nature of this divine piece transports us to extraordinary landscapes. A production to listen to and dream with. ♥

transmission from a distant planet

From the wonderful Duke Ellington, with a bit of ambient & electronic flavour.
Hopefully, a few moments of calm amidst all the ugly noise.
: )
summer aft on the veranda. breeze in the trees, commuters homeward bound, rainbow lorikeet and chorus (+ couchée du soleil . .

Satin Doll ~ electric sundown

Soooo Blue is out now link in bio💙
Soooo Blue is my 19th single. This single contains two songs. First song, Soooo Blue's genres are Folk rock / Singer-songwriter. The mood is Sad and the styles are Acoustic / Ballad. 81 BPM. I wanted to create a love song that is as atmospheric and modern as possible. Therefore, I referenced Beck SEA CHANGE. I was most influenced by that. I've been creating music all by myself in my room, and I don't really go out of the house very often, But I dream of falling in love with someone someday. I expressed my imaginary love with this song.

Lyrics : 
(Sunday rain)

Here comes the morning
There goes the night
Here comes the morning
There goes the night

I must show you
My everything
You never show me
Your everything

Sunday rain
(Sunday rain)
Sunday rain
(Sunday rain)

Sunday morning
I must leave here

Hmmm Hmmm
Hmmm Hmmm

I must understand
Your everything
You never understand
My everything

Sunday rain
(Sunday rain)
Sunday rain
(Sunday rain)

Sunday morning
I must leave here

Hmmm Hmmm
Hmmm Hmmm
Hmmm Hmmm
Hmmm Hmmm

Here comes the morning
There goes the night

Soooo Blue

G-Beautiful Stigma

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

impromptu 2025-04-18

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Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
A hat falls down, it spins, it rolls,
Caught by the wind, fate takes control.
In the café, a ticket's placed,
Numbers align, by chance, embraced.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time

Seriality

Seriality a Hidden Chance

Loops And Paths

Another summer track! Sharing here before I will release it on a decent album one day -I hope this year- with just as decent artwork. 

I don't know who this man is whose sample I used, but I love it! 

All I Ever Wanted Was You

good morning, honey

Metallic Echoes durchziehen Drohnen von vielfarbiegem Rauschen

Der_Mars_Lebt_1.mp3


Loo(p)cy is a project by Italian multi-instrumentalist Lucia Caiazza. She began studying classical piano then she fell in love with  electric guitar, becoming a rock guitarist and singer during her teenage years and beyond.  During the  last 8 years, Loo(p)cy has released ten albums, alone and collaborating with other musucians.  Her style has evolved into electronics, noise, post rock with oniric soundscapes.

https://loopcy.bandcamp.com/

https://youtube.com/@luciacaiazza?si=xh1sUtf36R4m7Yrt

Loops And Paths

Loo(p)cy

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