@user-936947521: Thank you so much Frans :D

Belle inspiration... et cette incroyable guitare 🎸💕👍✌️

Bravo, c'est tout à fait mon genre de musique hybride. Une création superbe, avec des aspects d'interprétation et de production très savoureux. Le jeu de guitare est de premier ordre, avec une utilisation élégante (mais sans excès) de l'harmonique mineure. Le morceau de guitare dans la séquence de 4 minutes est vraiment brillant.

Awesome track! Great job, I really like it!

Daily Drops

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Arm-in-ARM, America moves on!  
www.americanrosiemovement.org  
Additionnal Vocals Barbara Browning

ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING NEVER ALONE COS PULLING TOGETHER
JUNE ROBBINS ROSE SHELENGIAN GLADYS REESE BUDDIE CURNUTTE DOT FOSTER PAULINE ADKINS I COULD NAME THEM ALL
BUT THEY ALL ARE ONE
BERTHA GLAVIN NEVA REES KRISTINE VROOMAN MARY ANN DIAMOND THE GOODYEAR AIRCRAFT SQUADRON
I COULDN’T NAME THEM ALL
COS THEY ALL ARE ONE
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING
AFRICAN AMERICAN HISPANIC WHITE AND ASIAN PULLING TOGETHER THREE SHIFT ROTATION
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK COOPERATION
OH ARM IN ARM FREEDOM IS THE KEY
GETTING ALONG NEVER ALONE
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS PULLING TOGETHER
GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING
BELIEVING
COS IF YOU CAN USE AN ELECTRIC MIXER
YOU SURE CAN OPERATE A DRILL
DOING THE BEST QUALITY WORK
ARM IN ARM THE AMERICAN ROSIE MOVEMENT
FREEDOM TAKES WORK TO GET AND KEEP
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING
SHARING THE CHORES OF COOKING CLEANING AND BABY-SITTING DOING THE BEST
SQUARE DANCE ON THE SATURDAY NIGHTS IT WAS DIFFERENT TIMES
BELIEVING
WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING

ROSIE THE RIVETER (Lyrics) Song for the Rosie Team

Cast of characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass, Collings mandolin, Rogue banjo, Roland electric piano, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began with Josh coming up with it on his electric piano and fretless bass, to which he added some banjo, then mandolin. Once he had a solid basis for the song, he shared it with the rest of Eclectic Collective for them to add their parts. 
  Ken was first up, adding his drums in an such a creative way that matched Josh's bassline perfectly. It was originally recorded to a looper disco beat, but that was blown out of the water by Ken's creative drumming. Tez jumped in next, adding his thrilling guitar to the second half of the song. Not to be outdone, Stephen batted clean up, adding his textural and melodic guitar to the first half. He also added some subtle, but brilliant acoustic guitar to the first half, too. 
  This is a great example of Eclectic Collective coming up with an original band sound out of one of Josh's seeds. We're always pushing boundaries and trying to find fun and exciting ways to build a song. Lots of teamwork in here, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

The Plot Thickens (Eclectic Collective)

Vocals https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents

Production https://soundcloud.com/rizlix


Here's a collab with the soundcloud legend https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents


You can hear his original work here;

https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/i-like-to-sample-old-drums




Couch King Presents x RiZLiX - This One Goes

Hey Amigos!! Back with a fresh Instrumental.
For a new Party Responsible track coming.
Real soon. Kalimba. Glock. Bass. Beats.
Keeping it raw and spacious. For vocal.
90 Bpm. Appreciate you listening etc.
Uploaded on 30/07/2025

What you wanna do

Chills (2025) Remastered

Midnight Fade

Bonjour j'ai le plaisir de partager avec vous
Le nouveau titre de M'Z qui est une adaptation d'un morceau initialement joué avec Adelphya
'La ruée vers le numérique'
Composé comme une BO de western ramen (alternative au spaguettis) 2025, 
Ça sort aujourd'hui 01/08/25 !!​

Les styles oscillent entre Hip-Hop Electro Jazz Fusion et Prog
Tous les liens à ici :
https://music.imusician.pro/a/y8GUkCtd
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/la-ru-e-vers-le-num-rique

La ruée vers le numérique

Tim Elliot and I are delighted to offer you our latest Creation as (the harmonic,  electric One Mic- One Take power-duo) Shekinah Fire * 

As we Let Go in the moment... and improvised this Tone Poem using only Tim's Custom Atilla Guitar and my Kawai ES7 Stage Piano, the Solar Winds definitely seemed as if they were blowing thru our instruments... releasing sounds of passion, glory, and the occasional Solar Storm. 

But we'll leave it up to your Ears and Imagination to envision it. 

Again, this is an improvised electric Symphonic Composition of 7 Movements... born of our letting go of any pre-planned design, depending only upon Deep Listening and where the Music was leading us.

We can also promise you that if you stay with the unfolding flow there will be continual 'flowerings' as it radiates outwards and reveals itSelf. 

May you let Go... and enJOY!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025

The Photo of our Sun is courtesy of NASA's Solar Observatory Satellite,
as it captured one of the largest Solar Flare and Coronal Mass Ejections (CME) in October 2022.

Solar Flares & Cosmic Blessings *

Funk You Up

Sillage 
(SEE-yahz)
(n.) The lingering sense of someone's presence, like a perfume left in a room, evoking memory and absence.

Sillage

Tantos inocentes perdidos no caminho
Fugimos de nós, mas voltamos sozinhos
Buscamos um lugar que talvez nem exista
Mas seguimos, de alma em alma, de pista em pista

Mas eu te vejo
Deixa eu ser teu
Me perde e encontra
Outra vez aqui
 
O silêncio pesa mais que a discussão
Porque o que mata é o que fica no coração,
Nos perdemos tentando ter razão
Mas a alma pede paz e não aprovação

Quem somos agora, se não tentar
De sermos inteiros, inteiros
Sem fugir, sem mentir, só entender
Talvez consiga te encontrar

Mas Eu Te Vejo

Jungle

Torbjørn: vocal, instrumental and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Oddrun: vocal and vocal composition
Mastering: Njål Frode Lie
Poem: William Blake
"Ah! Sun-flower" is a poem by William Blake, published in his collection Songs of Experience in 1794. The poem explores themes of longing, weariness, and the human desire for something beyond earthly existence, using the sunflower as a symbol. 

A big thank you to you Torbjørn, what a great joy to sing this beautiful poem.

Poem: William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Ah! Sun-flower. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli

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

Progressive Guitar track, soundtrack, ambience

Six Years

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

M'Z, is a solo project shaped by a wide variety of music :
Canterbury, Progressive, Rock in opposition, Metal, Electronica, Space rock, Noise, Jazz, free-rock, Ambient, Psyche, Heavy, Punk, Drum'n bass...

My name is Mathieu Torres and I am also a guitarist and composer in various artistic projects:
La théorie des cordes / Zhorhann / The diogenes / Matziz / Dirt in the wind / Urban BallShit / Inland Motel / Collectif La Barraque / Aux arts etc / Dirt and Cpu / no Skeletons / composer of music for the image...

The driving idea of ​​this particular project is to create parallels between poetic or philosophical concepts and music, without setting aesthetic barriers.

Born from the vital need to create, at the end of 2017, M'Z has since performed around fifty dates (Streets/Markets/Café-concerts (Cave a rock - L'usine à musique - Le Maquis - Red turtle café...)/Festivals (Résistance/Semaine jaune...)Off /Marciac - Bourges / Various support concerts...)
and released 4 albums, 1 EP and 2 singles which received very good press
(Diego Pinheiro Review - ProfilProg - Athos di MAT2020 - Autopoeitican - COREandCO webzine - AM: Plified - areARock - Mazik - Plus PROG de Vous - Eternal Terror - L'oreille à l'envers - Exposé . org - DPRP . net - The Elite Extremophile - Litzic...)

"Prisme" the first album, made the link between Colors, feelings and Music,

"L'autopsie du dogme" the second, attacked the music industry while working to analyze dogma in general and psychoanalyzing the members of M'Z in this quagmire in passing,

"Cool is watching you" (EP) was interested in demolishing, in music and lyrics, the idea of ​​the "Cool" posture that seems to be a norm in the era of social networks and the "start-upized" world

"La Nef" (single) as for it, tried to extract a source, more or less healthy, of the need for human spirituality, when it is freed from religious doctrines
"Hympécita" (single) paid tribute to an animal friend.

"La Civilisation de la Graine" the third was a musical reflection on the essence of our patriarchal organizations and our tendency to organize ourselves into civilizations, certainly elegant but undeniably unjust, ephemeral, violent and rickety. 8 pieces to try to analyze these phenomena.

And finally 'Emancipés du Vides ?'(emancipated from the void?) The fourth album, is a melancholic reflection on our emotional abysses, on the difficulty of extricating ourselves from our various attractions for nothingness, our inability to look at the mental waste that we produce without going through the guilt box, a critique of normalization, of the conformism of the hollow positivism praised by our overly marketed minds in search of the fastest path to "A Meaning". Finally, it symbolizes the vital necessity of finding our lost naivety.

La ruée vers le numérique

MZ

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