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"You have Within you more love than you could ever understand."
~ Rumi

"Fair goes the dancing when the sitar is tuned
The string overstretched breaks, and the music dies
The string overslack is flat, and music dies.
Tune us the sitar neither low nor high
And we shall dance away the hearts of men"

-Dharma Quote

nexusdawn - Equanimity

Jocelyn Pook - Hallelujah (DESH)

Voidpetals Volume 2 by Andxwaves is a continuation and culmination of the journey begun with Volume 1. This second installment delves deeper into the fusion of jazz, hip-hop, and lofi, creating a soundscape that is both urbane and profoundly introspective.

Expanding on the themes of its predecessor, Voidpetals Volume 2 completes the surreal urban cosmic journey with tracks that unfold like a story, rich in intricate harmonies, textured layers, and refined rhythms. The result is an immersive and fulfilling listening experience, perfect for those drawn to elegant beats and melancholic moods. With this album, Andxwaves offers a profound conclusion to a world of sophisticated sound and heartfelt expression.

A Clockwork Supernova in Reverse

Step 6 de la collection 
Écouter Hybrid Electro & Dance Music, une playlist par Luceole sur #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/fWwC7RmqvaYqCgJbA

STEP SIX

I'm very pleased to share our first collaboration with the talented pianist Vicenzo Piano. I hope you enjoy this beautiful piano and orchestral piece!
https://soundcloud.com/vicenzopiano
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArJWBJ3_olE
Composition & piano performance: Vicenzo Piano
Arrangement & orchestration: Franck Charles

Vals De La Luz

Whiskey Hill Shuffle short intro

there's a fox up in the henhouse, there's a fool up on the hill
a lone candle burning on the windowsill
there's a demon in the shadows behind a front and center clown
been this way ever since the circus came to town
got no reason, got no rhyme for these unsettled times

it's an eerie kind of echo, it's a dirty deja vu
how we ended up here again, i ain't got a clue
but it's too late for lamenting -- no, that chance has come and gone
nothing left but to grab hold of hope and hang on
gonna be an uphill climb out of these unsettled times

i'm old enough to remember what i wish i could forget
young enough to be fearful that the worst ain't over yet
coz the henhouse is empty, and the fox is looking fat
and the fool don't know what to do since the hill got leveled flat
it's a cruel, unusual crime to be living through these unsettled times

they say nothing lasts forever, they say pain can be a friend
guess we'll see just what they mean on the other end
until then, we hold the line
get me through these unsettled times
help me through these unsettled times
these unsettled times

unsettled times

so there i was, in the kitchen, doing dishes
stevie on the stereo, singing i wish those days
and i was wishing right along
itching for a deeper understanding of a song
i'd heard at least a thousand times since i was a youth
but suddenly i'm the blind man, seeking a deeper truth
and the proof is in the pruning of my fingertips
i let my focus slip and my memory trip
to the sound of the tracks that brought me up
crazy ass lyrics that taught me up
mtv when they used to show vids
of p.e. messing with the rich white kids
and the grip on the glass i've been rinsing
has got me white-knuckled and my mind convinced
that the bar has been raised, and it's got me raising
my game, my child, my god, those were the days

so here it is, simple and plain like rain
you can't enjoy the pleasure if there's never any pain
which i'm starting to feel in my knees when i
kneel by the trees after running like the breeze
and when the show is done, don't be looking for me
because i ain't the one with the groupie on my knee
and the sycophantic fanatical fan
trying to breach my inner circle with the outstretched hand
got to get my yoga on, sun salutation and my troubles are gone
i get the blood flowing with the budokon
then back to my baby, see what's going on
coz there's about to be a new mouth in need of feeding
about to be a new leaf turning after weeding out the garden
and i'm starting to see the ways why a man might say
those were the days

put your hands up for sesame street
put your hands up for pajama feet
put your hands up for being free to be you and me, say yeah

put your hands up for those summer nights
put your hands up for catching fireflies
put your hands up for being free to be you and me, say yeah

put your hands up for the high school prom
put your hands down if you took your mom
put your hands up for being free to be you and me, say yeah

put your hands up for turning twenty-one
put your hands up for having too much fun
put your hands up for being free to be you and me
these are the days

those were the days

be a steamroller, pave your own highway
be a jetliner, chart your own skyway
be the last silver bullet in the lone ranger's gun
be an angel with a dirty face
be the mississippi river getting ready to run
be a rocketship to outerspace

catch a good vibration in a new location
don't let nothing bring you down
still got that hunger, ain't getting no younger
let the world show you around

now i thought about the west, already been lost there
and i thought about the south, still got the boss there
any further east and i'm drowning in the ocean
what else can a poor boy do
got my shit together and i headed up for boston
won't you help a brother through

found myself a new family, and i'm so glad they'll have me
never knew it could be this way
here's the chance i've been given, here's where i'm living
and i think i'm gonna stay

if you don't know yourself, you got problems
let the groove work it out, let the music solve them
all you got to do is get your thing together
all you got to do is wish for some sunny weather
all you got to do is be a soulsetter
and the alphajerk will blow your mind and you know there's nothing better

fall into the slipstream, wake up from the bad dream
nowhere left to run or hide
keep on keeping on, feels so good, it can't be wrong
settle back and enjoy the ride


alphajerk

Retired music teacher with big family for influences. A percussionist by training, nourished in the classics from Gregorian chant to Santana, with special studies in Psychoacoustics. You gotta love music technology and what it has made possible for composition and production.

Funky Junk

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