Happy days man. You made it to 100 tracks. Congrats bro. A nice one to mark that milestone. Keep it up man :-)

This is best for the dancing in the club‼️

Ja fetter Track, gefällt mir sehr gut. Und zum Glück nur ein paar  Vocaleinwürfe und kein nerviger A.I. Gesang der den ganzen Track versaut. Weiter so !!!

Fantastic rhythmic and pulsating vibes.  Such a strong track my friend!!

It’s gonna get some assess wiggling for sure 🔥🔥🔥

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Born Under a Bad Sign
(released in 1967 by Albert King)
Cream's version - Eric Clapton solo
Cover Version

Mastering by Audio Colors


Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble
Been my only friend
I've been on my own
Ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I can't read
I didn't know how to write
My whole life has been
One big fight
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I say, I wouldn't have no luck at all
That ain't no lie
Aw!
You know, if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know, wine and women
Is all I crave
A big legged woman gonna carry me
To my grave
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I tell ya, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Yeah, I'm a bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

Born Under A Bad Sign

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my home, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wanna
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Cover Art: Cheetah Girl

All rights reserved

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Pop/Rock]

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock REMIX

Das Stück Musik was ihr hier hört war ursprünglich nur eine Spielerei mit Klangschalen, Samples, Gesang von gregorianischen Chören und der Versuch Obertongesang in einem Synth nachzuahmen. Letztlich ist daraus aber mehr geworden. Ich hoffe ihr mögt den Song, entspannt dabei und last euch treiben.

The piece of music you hear here was originally just an experiment with singing bowls, samples, Gregorian chant and an attempt to imitate overtone singing in a synth. In the end, however, it became something more. I hope you like the song, relax and let yourself drift away.

🕊️🎶🕊️🎶🕊️🙏🌈😇🛕😌🕍🎧

Chillout Temple

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

Composed and performed by „HIN UND WIDER“ (Gunther Benedict – drums, Othmar Eichinger – tenor sax, Axl Hansal – guitar, Christoph Musil – bass, Mario Palaschke – keyboards).

Pancake Groove

I might as well 
be made of clay
behind closed doors
I hide away 
Hide away
https://open.spotify.com/album/4COtd8lAfsZKpAlg8ri41k?si=bAieCzHtQOWk2fPX0fuOKg

HideAway

Goodbye L.A.

sexy dancing

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

Naked as nature intended vocals by Anais Giulia @user-520332251
Words and sounds by Box Number Eleven
Image by Anais Giulia 👙

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On The Sea

My Endorphins Are Smilin' How 'Bout You? (A Love Song-sorta!)

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

The Way

DANCESEQUENCE

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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 😂

I don’t create my songs with AI.
For me, every track has to grow through its own process, and that simply takes time. That’s where my soul flows into the music.

That doesn’t mean my songs are better or more sophisticated – I’d rather you form your own opinion.
As for vocals, I have to rely on loops, since illness keeps me from singing myself. Often, I discover a vocal line first and build the song around it. This means I sometimes have to compromise on the lyrics, so they don’t always mirror my personal outlook, mode of expression or poetry. Still, it’s important to me to share this truth.

Some various loops and most vocs from loopcloud.

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

I come from a musical family and was introduced to different instruments at an early age. The one that stuck with me were the drums. Various bands, gigs in small clubs. Even though, for lack of time, I didn’t actively make music for many years, music has always been one of the few constants in a turbulent life.

For the past few years, I’ve been seriously ill and slowly but surely on the home stretch. Since I can no longer play drums (I’m connected to a ventilator 24/7)
i started working with a DAW in 2024. It has become an important part of my life, my way of still creating something when my hands no longer can.

Here on SC there are so incredibly many amazing artists and people from all parts of the world … for me, it’s my universe. And the certainty that something is always possible, no matter how bad things get.

"In the midst of the deepest winter, I finally realized that within me lay an invincible summer…"
A. Camus


Stay strong - Fight fascism!
STOP TRUMP ❗️

Michael - 2024

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