Oh this is superb , quite different , love it !

Luxurious space to feel these beautiful energies! Wonderfully warm & handsome, soothing masculine vocals with bright & cheery female background vocal bits!  Just adore the bassline rhythm & beats with the contrasting crisp keys! Yummy!

A great bass line. A great melody and chorus. Just as people are drawn to sparkly things, I feel a gentle light that is not dazzling.

Such an awesome piece. Love that pulsing bass!

Ambiant. Fantastic. Ballad. 

Created with Music Maker Jam (vocals and music).

Thank you for your listening 🌸

You can see my modest video on my new
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The call of water

Rabbit Hole

Brightness (revised)

Through the heather my boots do pound 
Echoing thunder shakes the ground 
Kilted wrath my blade does gleam 
In my heart the warrior's dream

With a battle cry that shakes the sky 
Sword held high and fire in my eye 
Rushing forward where the brave men stand 
A Highland charge through this ancient land

Highlanders charge .mp3

Tis a noble sport but it does have its downside. The lifespan of a wrestler is typically reduced by 15-20 years attributed to the health consequences of the sumo diet. They are also banned from driving cars partly due to being too big to fit behind a steering wheel. This song, however, is about another fight which we must win!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSnhY0xBK7k

I’m a sumo wrestler
Don’t fit in a Tesla
I weigh 400 pounds 
Or ‘bout that
And a lotta the food’ll be
Rice, ramen noodles
Yeah
Ya gotta be fat

No gougin ’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Huff, luffa 
Keep your breathing in sync
Throw salt in the air
Show your palms 
That’s just fair
Make sure your mawashi’s 
Tucked in
   
Le lutteur de Sumo
Il ma fait ‘ah’
Il ma fait ‘oh’
Le lutteur de Sumo
C’est si bon
C’est si beau

No gougin’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Make sure your mawashi 
Tucked in
 And remind that bozo
Once he touches the doho
It means that he loses
I win

Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa

The Sumo Wrestler

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Tendre

I reckon human nature is easy to explain. either it’s driven by love, or it’s driven by hate, or most often: anything between. I also guess, love driven people tend to look for similarities between individuals, whereas hate driven people focus on differences. appetency towards friends vs appetency towards foes. that’s humans, just that easy, just that conflicting…

anyway, here comes a song dedicated to something most human. a very special kind of moment that connects all of us billions of times each day or rather night. a moment that should actually tell us how absurd hate is.

there’s also a very different version made for a video concept I just put on youtube, if you are interested, youtu.be/Xl8ACnyZFw0?si=7JKl8jbROj031M0U

lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers – vocal performance by suno.4.5

Google translation

Endlessly distant ceilings.
made of dark shadows and black corners.
a canvas of sleepless brooding
Of bright, beautiful, evil and sick thoughts.

Worrying, fearing, hoping, praying.
Smiling, loving, cursing and kicking.
Minutes, hours, night after night.
Not a single eye closed.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep!

Same happiness, same sorrow.
Longing for a little slumber.
Heads full of similar things.
No matter what we argue about,

A sea of lonely human feelings.
Unfathomable deep and infinite.
Everything that turns dreams into thoughts.
Tonight, for night, for night, for night.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep.

Original:

Unfassbar weite Zimmerdecken
Voll dunkler Schatten, schwarzer Ecken
Die Leinwand schlafloser Gedanken
Von hellen, schönen, bösen, kranken

Ein Sorgen, Fürchten, Hoffen, Beten
Ein Lächeln, Lieben, Fluchen, Treten
Minuten, Stunden, Nacht für Nacht
Nicht mal ein Auge zugemacht

Schlaft Menschen, schlaft

Das gleiche Glück, derselbe Kummer
Die Sehnsucht nach ein bisschen Schlummer
Die Köpfe voll Gemeinsamkeiten
Egal, worüber wir uns streiten

Ein Meer einsamer Menschgefühle
Unendlich tief, unendlich viele
Alles, was Träume zu Gedanken macht
Heut Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht

Schlaft Menschen Schlaft

Initiate the sequence with the “Assimilation Protocol” EP—V3x†ron’s three-part descent into a mechanized dominion. From the iron-clad edicts of “Borq Dominion” to the primal rites of “Assimilation,” culminating in the mournful “Neural Requiem for a Fallen Earth,” this EP fuses dark industrial machinery with alien-tech atmospheres. Each track is a directive, each beat a command: submit to the protocol and become part of the new order.

Released on ÆTHΞRFLUX RΞCORDS

#V3x†ron #AssimilationProtocol #BorqDominion #NeuralRequiem #DarkIndustrial #AlienTech #DystopianEDM #ÆTHΞRFLUXRΞCORDS

Neural Requiem for a Fallen Earth

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

Your Girl is Fine

Hi & welcome.
thx for visiting & listening to my music.

i jump between genres depending on my current mood, so don't wonder if you find some different and weird tunes 😂

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Some various loops and most vocs from loopcloud.

All tracks composed, edited,
arranged, mixed @ mastered by J O R D I .


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