Thought I would do the 3 parts in order to get the right feel. This is delightful. The moody sax sounds sets the tone of the night. Love the lapsteel and super acoustic playing.

A very gentle piece. Super relaxing and I love that guitar!

beautiful song, love the horns, and that gentle pedal steel

Gorgeous, gentle, dreamy composition. So peaceful - just what we need in these mad times : )

you write wonderful music.   always love to listen in

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

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

"May every sunrise hold more promise and every sunset more peace." ✌️

Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙏

Here comes the sun

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.

Part 2 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-2-dawn
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon

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)*

pour Benjamin Fontaine


En février, alors qu'il neige encore en Sibérie, l'ajonc fleurit en Bretagne.

version vidéo:
https://youtube.com/shorts/cvyRrJ_Dcy8?si=M9yGj-PpfCbP5wqv

la musique de Benjamin :
https://on.soundcloud.com/hAl7RVNaqO5dRKg7WO

quand les ajoncs fleurissent

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin - All instruments and vocals.
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Tuning: Double Drop B
Instruments: Acoustic guitar, Slide Guitar, Bass, Shaker, Tambourine, Earbud can, Harmonica, Triple Maracas, Cowbell.

Lyrics:
I am the man they call Sue Monday
I used to ride in Tennessee
They finally caught me on a Sunday
Now they gonna crucify me

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

Caught me some red legs down in Georgia
Where they been burnin’ down the mills
They had our sisters in their saddles
And I got me four and twenty kills

Yeah they were dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right

She must be wonderin’ where I am now
She must be lookin’ for me
But I’m locked up in Louisville, Kentucky
And they are never gonna set me free free free

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right





Historical References:
https://www.counterpunch.org/2020/12/25/i-am-the-man-they-call-sue-mundy-civil-war-kentuckys-female-confederate-guerrilla/

https://www.womenhistoryblog.com/2014/05/exile-of-the-roswell-mill-women.html

Note: The phrase "dancin' on nothin'" is an archaic or idiomatic expression that means to be hanged or executed by hanging.

Red Legs - https://civilwaronthewesternborder.org/encyclopedia/red-legs

Youtube Podcast by Ron Coddington from Military Images Magazine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrMToQTdAAw



Dancin' on Nothin'

LYRIC VIDEO  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yukpFvbhX-Y
So ~ I wasn't really intending on writing / recording another new song at the moment since I'm attempting to finish a number of other songs for my current project ~~but This One came to me one day in July & I felt compelled & decided to kind of drop everything  & record it, as I was hearing it as the possible song I may tag on as the Final Song of my new project once it is complete to close it out ~~
Would Love to hear any thoughts on it at all ! :-)
©2025 Donna Dior

THE LAVENDER

this is the cover song for the Movie "the ninth gate"
one of my favorite movies in the "psychological thriller" genre 🎞️

Mix & Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙏

The Ninth Gate

Flamenco Fusion Vol.01 Dragon Strings

The Last Glissando

13-track musical journey celebrating 40 years of Shanghai-Hamburg sister city partnership. Composed for an Art Gallery's exhibition featuring six renowned artists from both cities.

This unique soundtrack blends instrumental compositions with multilingual vocals (Chinese, German, English), creating a sonic bridge between cultures. Each track reflects the artistic vision.

🎵 11 Instrumentals | 2 Vocal Performances

FROM HUANGPU TO ELBE (Gallery Exhibition Music)

Cosmic Connections

Heavenly Zion – Songs of Eternity - Voices of the Priestesses

Hello! I’m a university professor of history who enjoys playing guitar and piano/keyboard, and occasionally composing — unpretentiously, just for fun.
Most of my recordings (made with a KorgD8, Audacity, and more recently Reaper for MIDI and the Spitfire Audio libraries) are entirely homemade and decidedly imperfect.
My music includes old songs (all written back in the last century; here I’ve only shared the ones I’ve reworked in recent years) as well as both old and new instrumentals — usually in several versions, some of which eventually disappear because they’re simply unlistenable.

Thanks for stopping by and giving something a listen; in the description you’ll often find explanatory notes or translations of the lyrics.
Here I’ve discovered a community of talented musicians and songwriters, and plenty of beautiful music to enjoy. Whenever I like, comment, or repost a track, it’s always the result of attentive listening. For the same reason, I’m not interested in trading empty “likes” without real engagement, and I won’t reply to messages from would-be promoters — follower counts don’t matter to me in the slightest.

Update (2024, September 9). Completed the "AI & (fake) songwriting project". Here: https://soundcloud.com/mick-hansan 

P.S.: A prayer, a humble request to those who publish songs: use the description area to make the lyrics available... This would make listening to them more complete and enjoyable!

I've posted some 'live' homemade performance here: https://www.instagram.com/michele_ansani/

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

Michele Ansani

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