The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

Voici 'Le naïf adulte' morceau extrait du 4ème album de M'Z intitulé 'Émancipés du vide ?' sorti le 20 septembre 2024 (28 octobre pour la version numérique) sous le Label - Matziz Records 
Ici joué en live à la Mauvaise Foix (09) lors du concert de soutien au média indépendant Blast, organisé par le collectif La Barraque et l'association Dirt and CPU :
https://youtu.be/uwfqyimvqOA

Lien vers l'album : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/emancip-s-du-vide
https://music.imusician.pro/a/DgMrDyXS

"Émancipés du vide ?"
Est un album qui mène une réflexion mélancolique sur les gouffres émotionnels que l'humain entretient, sur la difficulté de nous extirper de nos attractions diverses vers le néant, nos incapacités à regarder les déchets mentaux que nous produisons sans passer par la case culpabilité, c'est une critique de la normalisation, du conformisme, du positivisme creux vanté par nos esprits trop marketés et en quête du chemin le plus rapide vers un Sens quel qu'il soit. L'illusion d'être libre dans un monde qui vante des platitudes érigées en valeurs censées incarner cette liberté et pourtant située à vingt mille lieues sous ce que pourrait être un début de chemin vers une liberté effective. Enfin, il symbolise la nécessité vitale de retrouver notre naïveté perdue et de réapprendre à voir le beau et à œuvrer en ce sens.

Le naïf adulte (dernier morceau de l'album)
Traite quant à lui de la volonté de retrouver son état d'enfant, l'émerveillement initial, le fait de faire un reset sur la blase que l'expérience nous a apporté comme un fardeau. Sans perdre l'éveil de ce que nos déceptions nous ont enseigné à raison, mais sans traîner non plus à jamais le boulet émotionnel comme une dette éternelle de nos erreurs liées à nos perceptions juvéniles et alors en travaux. Être en mesure de voir le beau à nouveau, là où il se trouve effectivement, maintenant nous saurons mieux le viser avec justesse, ne plus le perdre de vue, l'honorer, comme l'enfant que nous avons toujours été et que nous resterons à jamais, enfin ne plus lâcher ce cap. La joie est un choix du présent, un acte de résistance à l'empire.

J'espère que le son et l'image vous plairont !

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Écouter ce morceau sur bandcamp : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/emancip-s-du-vide

et le télécharger gratuitement

Sur Bandcamp : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/track/le-na-f-adulte-mz-live-a-la-mofo-concert-de-soutien-a-blast-video-en-description

Sur Soundcloud aussi : 
https://soundcloud.com/mzprisme/le-naif-adulte-mz-live-a-la-mofo-soutien-a-blast-video-en-description-free-download

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Il devient de plus en plus difficile d'être musicien indépendant, alors votre aide, si vous aimez cette musique et que vous n'êtes pas encore totalement fauchés, me sera des plus précieuses.
N'hésitez pas à commander mon album ici :
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/emancip-s-du-vide

et à me soutenir en achetant ou simplement en écoutant et partageant les albums passés, plus globalement sur mon bandcamp : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/

En espérant vous croiser très bientôt dans la vie réelle.

Mathieu TORRES
M'Z
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Merci beaucoup à Stéphanie Artaud pour la prise de vue.

Le naif adulte - M'Z - Live à la Mofo - Soutien à Blast - VIDEO EN DESCRIPTION - Free Download

jazzXpérience

(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)

lyrics

The times are hard
Everyone's stuck in their own head
The times are hard
Fight no more, you hear it said
Sounds of fear
Sirens near
Fight no more, fight no more

Sunny days
Driving in your small town
The times are good
Fight no more, I wish I could
Sounds of love
Laughing above
Fight no more, Fight no more

fight no more

Spending summer by the lake in the forest


Forest Lakeside

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 
  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.
  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 
   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow

Wherever U Go - The Eclectic Collective

Cast of characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and composition

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST timbale, production editing

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and synth

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HSS electric guitrar

This song began as Carl's tribute poem to our drummer, Ken. Carl came up with the chord progression and started a project, to which he invited the rest of us. This is the third song Eclectic Collective has done that is a tribute by Carl to one of our members.  We couldn't feel more honored than to be the subjects of his wild and boundless creativity.

  Fittingly, Ken was first in line to add his magnificent drums. Once we had drums, Josh had something to work with to add his bass, which he did shortly after the drums were up. Mark paid the project a visit next, not only editing it to fit the cool drum and strings bridge, but supplying the VST timbale drums, as well. Stephen jumped in soon after, adding the melodic electric guitar riffs that appear throughout. Not to be outdone, JJ added some sonically thickening electric piano, as well as the throwback psychedelic synth that pops up towards the end. Finally, Tez came along and added the electrifying solo that appears about a third of the way in, as well as the one at the end. 
  Once the recording was finished, we turned it over to Stephen to mix in his always professional manner. 

  This song is all about our very talented teammate and brother, Ken, and it is well deserved, too. As mentioned, this is the third song from Carl about one of us. It's hard to describe the feeling of having someone who you respect take the time and energy to think about you in such a positive way as to produce a song about you. Then to have all your buddies join in to amplify it to a solid song is just mind-blowing. We are all very grateful to Carl for not only sharing his music with us, but for his thoughtful consideration of each of us as subjects. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.


Original lyrics by The Perfect Dark:

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture

Rhythmic mountain maestro
Each day, graft, working hard
So kids can eat
Bruised back sees very best of yard

Still, beats get born of evenings
Deep love finds joules to jam
May generation X soothe meaning
Let's teach the younger pussies what we can

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture
Sticks in hand
Cymbals a floating
Snare and bass backbone gland
Tom'ed Ringo Star man keep quoting
Keep life steady paced by hand

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave


Rhythmic Mountain - Eclectic Collective w/ The Beautiful Dark

Just addendum to 'Covers from my heart' (for it took me way longer than expected to find halfway suitable English rhymes after translating my German text template)

The background: I spent my childhood at a time when books were the main sources for imagination and dreams. One of favorites: The Sea-Wolf. I was mostly fascinated by the flashbacks recounting the meeting of two kids (Hump and Frisco Kid) from completely different social classes, in which each of their respective worlds exerted a special attraction on the other. 

I felt the same way. I didn't come from a wealthy family, but a middle-class home and I found everything that didn't conform to middle-class rules magical. I sought out the “wicked,” and failed miserably to be accepted there. 

Much later I realized how massively privileged my life was compared to their dreary and hopeless environment marked by poverty and violence, which has not changed to this day. Quit the opposite. And although I support an association that cares for them, I feel that I am utterly unable to make any difference at all.

This song is an attempt to imagine something impossible to imagine unless you are affected by it yourself. I interpreted my German words with the help of DeepL and used various pages to find rhymes, synonyms and idioms. The musical template was a piece I wrote 20 years ago as an instrumental that I turned into a blue grass version.

According to the literal translation of my German words, the song should be called "Scumland," but I didn't like that title at all. Ultimately, I chose “wasteland” because “waste” has so many more relevant layers of meaning in the context of the song.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

I wake to the sound of a bottle smashin'
Mama's on the floor
Her dreams are crashin'
The sink's full of rust
The walls are peelin'
Dad’s fists talk louder than any feelin'
Broken bikes rustin' in the neighbor's yard
Kids playin' games
But the rules hit hard
Streetlights flicker like a dying hope
This town’s a noose
I’m the end of the rope
 
On the corner
Smoke hangs like a funeral veil
Dealers whisper stories
Every word’s a jail
Shadows move fast
But the clocks stay slow
This ain't a place where dreams ever grow
Siren songs scream in the midnight sky
You run or you fight
Or you just get by
The concrete jungle got no vines to climb
Just cracks in the ground
And they swallow time
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh

My boy Jamal got a scar like a map
Says it tells the story of a knife’s trap
He dreams of cars that purr like lions
But wakes to the sound of his mama cryin'
The gangs wear flags like it’s some parade
But the floats are coffins
The streets are their stage
Every breath feels like it’s borrowed time
Every rhyme’s a bullet
So I load my mind
 
The train tracks hum
But they never stop here
Even the rails know there’s nothin’ near
Dreams don’t board
They just stay in the dark
Like ghosts of a life that never found its spark
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh


Get lost in wasteland

I'll finish E-Ruizzo project with a conceptual LP album: 4 songs about 'Arctica Point'. I imagined it amid rotation axis, geographic north and magnetic pole, and I located it on dry land !! Then I draw the cover art.

This opening track tells the decision of leaving this annoying present by travelling to that magical place. The following ones tell the trip and life there.

Translated lyrics will explain it with more detail:

EXPEDICIÓN (EL MUNDO SE HACE PEQUEÑO)  /  EXPEDITION (THE WORLD GETS SMALL)

Cansado de vivir en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Tired of living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.

Cierro los párpados para no verlo,  /  I close my eyelids so as not to see it,
pero hay demasiadas cosas feas detrás de ellos.  /  but there are too many ugly things behind them.

Con los ojos cerrados veo mis recuerdos,  /  With my eyes closed I see my memories,
veo el presente que vivo y no quiero verlo.  /  I see the present I live in and I don’t want to see it.

Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Partiremos hacia donde los recuerdos se olvidan,  /  We will leave for where memories are forgotten,
donde el frío congela el dolor de la vida,  /  where cold freezes the pain of life,
donde el hielo y la nieve nos protege del hombre,  /  where ice and snow protect us from mankind,
donde el cuerpo y el alma se purifican.  /  where body and soul are purified.

Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,  /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,   /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
formemos una expedición ártica  /  let’s form an Arctic expedition

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Partiremos hacia donde el reloj no gira.  /  We’ll leave for where the clock doesn’t go round.
Partiremos hacia donde el tiempo no pasa,  /  We’ll leave for where time doesn’t go by,
al lugar donde seis meses sólo duran un día.  /  for the place where six months only last one day.

Viviendo en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.
Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Esperar no es lo único que haremos allí.  /  To wait is not the only thing we’ll do there.
Sabes que no es fácil sobrevivir,  /  You know it’s not easy to survive,
cuando no hay nada que te empuje a seguir.  /  when there’s nothing pushing you on.

ER25 PA01 RUIZZO ©1995 ®2019

Old raw jazzy piano trailer: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/unique-piano-session-2013

Expedición (El mundo se hace pequeño)

Captain Good - Music by Tom Laukemper | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Oct 21st, 2020

An exhilarating uplifting powerful piece of orchestral music by Tom Laukemper where Captain Good, the world's most loving super hero is ready to conquer all forms of darkness on earth and especially evil! He's ready to fight for justice via his lover who gives him the will, the power, the internal strength to take on this heavy duty task!

Thank you so very much Dear Tom for asking me to sing on this most powerful orchestral piece...This is a total dream for me...What can I say...I'm overwhelmed with joy about our collaboration oh so fine...so very grand...I've reached the stars with this one...Big Hugs...Love and Big Gratitude, REKHA - XO

Listen to the amazing music of Tom Laukemper here: https://soundcloud.com/tomlaukemper

Orchestral Music Composed & Produced by Tom Laukemper
Music: Vocals Composed & Produced, Performed & Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS IN CANADA | (C) & (P) 2020 Tom Laukemper & IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved

Cover Art Design by Tom Laukemper

Captain Good - Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.ka. REKHA - IYERN [Fe], Written on Oct 18th, 2020

Light
Only light 
Will prevail

Darkness all around
And you are there
To always care

You
My Shining Star
The reigning one
Victorious for all

Because there is you
You in this world
Fighting for the j-u-s-t-i-c-e
And more

My love
I give you the power
To conquer 
All that's wrong in this world

There will be no more evil
Oh No
Not when there's you 
Captain Good
Around

You, you are my love
I'll stand by you
Forever by your side

Cuz' you
You are my H-e-r-o
You are the one 
That I look up to
I will be your 
Woman-Hun
You will...

Oh...Oh-Oh-Oh

You are stronger than
Hmn-any mountain 
You can never tumble down 
To the ground

Unshakeable
A voice of supreme nature
You will fight 
For all that's g-o-o-d in this world

You were born to be
So very special
My S-h-i-n-i-n-g S-t-a-r
I will look up to you-Hoo...Oh

There can never be 
Light without you-Oo-Hoo-Hoo

Oh-Oh-Oh

Captain Good Tom L & REKHA IYERN FE M1 Basic -3.8db Oct 21st, 2020

Captain Good

Captain Good - Music by Tom Laukemper | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Oct 21st, 2020

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.

Le naif adulte - M'Z - Live à la Mofo - Soutien à Blast - VIDEO EN DESCRIPTION - Free Download

MZ