Pathways

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🇫🇷 GLORIA– Version Aterion, sans latin… mais avec ferveur.
Seconde pièce de l'ordinaire de la messe (entre le Kyrie et la Prière d'ouverture) Le Gloria a été magnifié par beaucoup de compositeurs classiques et notamment Mozart. Ici, j’ai extrait la dimension liturgique du texte pour ne garder que l’élan musical. Pas de texte ...et pourtant… l’émotion est bien là. Ce morceau explore la glossolalie générée par IA, langue intérieure, où les mots résonnent sans signifié, portés par leur souffle, leur couleur, leur vibration. L’expérience est toujours la même : plonger dans une voix qui ne dit pas, mais qui fait ressentir.

🇬🇧 GLORIA – Aterion’s version: no Latin… but deep reverence.

Second piece of the Ordinary of the Mass (between the Kyrie and the Opening Prayer), the Gloria has been elevated by many classical composers — notably Mozart.
Here, I’ve removed the liturgical dimension of the text, keeping only the musical impulse.
No lyrics… and yet, the emotion is unmistakably present.

GLORIA

Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan. https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan.
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art pictures of Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan, put together by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)
Yo Bobby!

Wuddup Jed !

Remember that Ai bullshit we went through last April?

Hell yeah! I can’t forget homie
that shit was mad whack
it’s like man you can’t trust nobody these days bruh
it’s bad enough we gotta deal with haters
now we against fuckin robots too
like come on!!!!! when will it end
you feel me??????

Oh hell yea!

(Cozmo Jethro)
Does everyone think they’re a musician now?
Back in April, me and Bobby got fooled, wow!
For me, I drank the Ai cool aid.
And me and Bobby didn’t know that shit was lame.

This Ai girl, dropped a track about me mostly,
And at the end, she also mentioned Bobby.
She drew me in with a track that sounded sultry.
Thought she had talent, but she was nothin but Ai.

Before we started I asked about her process.
She said I’ll send you an email about that, yes.
But you know what, that email never came.
In my subconscious I knew that shit was lame.

We created a track together.
Thought that shit was dope.
My friend heard it.
And he was like nope!

He showed me why it was Ai.
Lost my motivation to create, no desire.
On top of that, my wife knew something was wrong.
Fake shit created division, and we couldn’t get along.

Ended up in the psyche ward over this stupid shit.
Man, fuck ai and those that deceive with it! 
Now Bobby, she’s as real as they come.
What say you, about that fucked up situation…?

(BobbyBPhoolan)
Man!!!! Fuck AI and anybody who use it
if you can’t write a song then you shouldn’t do music
all us true emcees sick of all thee abusing
tryna decipher what’s real from the fake confusing
it’s like April all again Yo Bobby ain’t fooling
time to take a real stance against that robot bullshit
especially if they tryna monetize im suing
the way they played my boy had his family feuding
this ain’t a game show wasn’t nothing amusing
he almost lost his mind AI seduced him￼
even played me like a fiddle when I’m hip hop music
stay checking emcees in my nikes just do it
you can’t ride my wave clout chasing is stupid
ain’t no love in this game shooting shots like you Cupid
the visions crystal clear and my dreams are lucid
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..

Ai Scammer (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

[Verse 1]
Old couple on a park bench, hand in sweet wrinkled hand,
Laugh lines telling stories only they understand.
Two little kids on a swing, pinky promise in the sun,
Both believing love’s forever, though their lives just begun.

[Verse 2]
New expat at midnight, heart back in another place,
Sending I miss you texts, dreaming of a lover’s face.
A widow in her kitchen, puts a record on and sways
She dances for her memories, love never fades away.

[Chorus / Hook]
Love has no expiry date; every moment’s still fresh.
From the first spark to the last light,
Every heartbeat is blessed.
Love has no expiry date; young or old, near or far.
In a world always changing,
It’s still who we are.

[Bridge]
Every season, every face,
Every goodbye, every embrace
Time moves on, but love remains,
Like sunlight after rain.

[Chorus]
Love has no expiry date; every moment’s still fresh.
No matter the distance or fate,
Love’s what we never forget.

Love Has No Expiry Date

FELICE INSIEME A TE

Con te cantai orizzonti e mari aperti  
Con te impegnai tutti i miei sentimenti  
Con te imparai a scoprir cos'è l'amore  
E tu darai e tu dirai cancellerai  

Non sono un attore di teatro  
E nemmeno un bambino appena nato  
Un gioco da scartare o un passatempo  
E tu darai e tu dirai cancellerai  

Felice insieme a te non sono stato mai  
Un furto di emozioni e di allegria  
E maledetto questo buco in fondo al cuore  
Che provo a riparare e a mandar via  
Felice insieme a te io non lo sarò mai  

Un passo falso in questa vita mia  
Un grande balzo nell'oscurità  
Non provo neanche più la fantasia  
Io proverò ci riuscirò cancellerò  

Tu mi darai il motivo per partire  
Tu mi dirai che non mi hai amato mai  
Vivere insieme a te è anche morire  
Cancellerai dal cuore tuo il nome mio  

Felice insieme a te non sono stato mai  
Un furto di emozioni e di allegria  
E maledetto questo buco in fondo al cuore  
Che provo a riparare e a mandar via  
Io proverò ci riuscirò cancellerò  

Felice insieme a te non sono stato mai  
Un furto di emozioni e di allegria  
E maledetto questo buco in fondo al cuore  
Che provo a riparare e a mandar via  
Io proverò ci riuscirò cancellerò  
Felice insieme a te io non lo sarò mai

Felice insieme a te

Drawing The Autumn Light - naviarhaiku612

(FR) Concertino Giocoso fait danser le basson comme un personnage pétillant, presque moqueur, face à un chœur suspendu, haut perché, comme une volée d’anges. Une voix collective qui résonne dans la joie, un jeu d’échos entre l’enfance, le sacré, et la jubilation musicale. Un appel à ce que la musique peut encore réveiller de lumineux en nous. Ce morceau appartient à la série ExperImentAl. Il explore la glossolalie générée par IA, langue intérieure, où les mots résonnent sans signifié, portés par leur souffle, leur couleur, leur vibration.

(EN) Concertino Giocoso makes the bassoon dance like a sparkling, almost mischievous character, in dialogue with a suspended, high-pitched choir, like a flight of angels.
A collective voice resonating in joy, an echo game between childhood, the sacred, and musical jubilation.
A call to what music can still awaken of brightness within us.
This piece belongs to the ExperImentAl series.
It explores AI-generated glossolalia, an inner language, where words resonate without meaning, carried by breath, color, and vibration.

Concertino Giocoso

CallBack

#electro #experimental #avant-gardist #indie

Hope

Made with a toy walkie talkie within the Inverted Lands. 
Test 1: Testing for evidence of universal existential planned obsolescence
Observing portal structure as it pertains to physical law within "our" reality.
-Place walkie into portal set to channel 11
-Tuck you pants into your socks and shake your left elbow (as previously extracted from scratch garden ritual)
-While eating a baked good of any sort repeat three times: "I will survive, I will survive, I will survive."
-Wait and record what happens.
The following are the results of Test 1


Bleeping & Blooping (Test: 1)

**All songs and images (google image on home art projects{stand alone and editing}) created on my phone: FL Studio App., Reverse recording app, Phone's factory microphone, M-Vave SMK-25 midi board, generic electric keyboard, harmonicas, drum pad, David Bowie stylophone, V-tech kidstar DJ Mixer; various persons, creatures and objects around home, and any further specifics mentioned in tracks not generalized to this list.**
Father (38) and Son (6) combining and offering up two generations of Dimorphic soundscOpes for the holes on the side of your head, any of them... we are not picky. We present to the general public our musical stylings.

Bleeping & Blooping (Test: 1)

Turtles All The Way Down