Featured Artist - Ian the Magi©️Ian from Wales. Master of Korg and epic human being and musical love spreader. good luck scrolling to the end of Ian's list haha It's longer than anyones I think. Magic man is a super musician and song writer - Check out Magi©ian™ (Making music make a difference) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/6aFi6BE6o39xvz7wTn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

David Dunham

BLUEBIRDS from MONTEZUMA

I Shall Not Fear { 2} ganja  {remix nvo}

BOARDM  -   1

הקלטות הופעת  להקת    -     דרך12     -     במזקקה



יואב רבן : בס
עמית אליאסי - תופים , כלי הקשה בונגס
עופר טיסר - תופים אלקטרוניים
אלון אבנת -שירה סינטי מילים + קולות
נבו סבוראי - שירה + מילים


Song lyrics translated: 


A World Without Truth

A world without truth,
a world without truth—
all this world is missing
is a bit of truth.
And when it’s embedded in lies,
what’s left is genocide,
to get rid of the demon
they go and spill blood.

The demon is terrifying,
because the demon is the truth—
the real truth.
What a fright.

We must spill more blood,
because the truth is about to be exposed—
the truth, the truth is about to be revealed.
What a fright, what a fright.

Sent 1 day ago1 day ago
fictionalive
To hide it,
we’ll do anything—
we’ll lie, we’ll steal,
we’ll feed an entire nation
on sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice.

To rid ourselves of the demon,
they go and spill blood.
The truth is inside,
a strong scent of disaster.

To rid ourselves of the demon,
they go and spill blood—
a strong scent.

To rid ourselves of the demon,
they go and spill blood.

Transplanting a fleshy being
to a place without flesh—
it’s inevitable,
it’s inevitable,
it’s inevitable,
it’s inevitable,
it’s inevitable.

The truth comes to light.

To rid ourselves of the demon,
they go and spill blood.
Stop fighting.

חולם חסר אמת

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

דרך12    Through 12

יואב רבן : בס
עמית אליאסי - תופים ,סינטי - כלי הקשה בונגס
 עופר טיסר - תופים אלקטרוניים  + גיטרה חשמלית 
אלון אבנת -שירה סינטי מילים + קולות
נבו סבוראי - דיבור + מילים
הוקלט  בהופעה במזקקה 
מסטרין : חדר זמני

שיר שחול  תיקשורתי לעזה     media bereavement song to Gaza

n & n

מוזיקה ואלקטרוניקה
נרדי
Elia Meir Savorai
נבו סבוראי

מופק באולפני חדר זמני

 A Tribute to Carlos Castaneda


The Hunter       תסרב

Lots of subtle guitar layers on this.

Downloadable

A kaleidoscope sea,
waves folding into triangles and circles
as if the ocean had learned to play with blocks. 
Above, the sun unravels into bright shards, 
scattering like toys in the sky. 
It feels joyful, almost innocent. 
Yet every color carries a hush. 
Summer is only tidying up its games before slipping quietly away.

Polygon Equinox

Polygon Equinox ↧

Out Tonight - Tom Leonard

I received a pair of 'Happy Socks' as a birthday present. This inspired me to write this fun song.

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, guitars & bass: Graham Williams
Drums: Cubase

'Happy Socks' is a registered trademark.

I bought some happy socks and I put them on my feet,
I started dancing round to the rhythm and the beat,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
I put another pair on the bedroom chair,
I'm so lucky that I got another pair,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
They may be wearing out, with a hole in every toe,
But I'm never gonna let my happy socks go,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
Happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,

Happy Socks

Stytz Syndicate    Album  "Best Before"
Music :    Stytz
Lyrics :    Pee Gee / Harriman
Producer:  Josef Piek (Purple Schulz)

This was one of the songs Stytz Syndicate performed in Stuttgart opening for Willy De Ville ´s  "Southern Comfort Tour", when Willy joined the band on stage and sang together with Hubert Stytz. Great memories !


Don´t Keep Me Waiting

My life is so empty without you
After all the years we´ve been through
Long ago when we first met
You caught me in your net
Do it again!

My body yearns with desire
My bleeding heart burns like fire
The moment you made eyes at me
You blew my mind entirely
Do it again... Don´t play for time
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

My nights are long and lonely
I´m waiting for my one and only
I´m in need of your kiss
And I´m dying for your caress
Do it again..throw me a line
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting..........................

Don't Keep Me Waiting

among the destruction, war, slayings and assasinations, Bob is making the headlines again, onya Bob you always put a smile on the dial.........aussie news, 2025......

Little Bob And The Anaconda

the irwins use to catch crocodiles
a nice little bunch full of sun and smiles
now bob's a supermodel, he gets around in his grundies
copping shit cos he made all the old girls drop their undies
squeezing into their lorna janes, can't take it any longer
all because of little bob and his big anaconda

remember little bob the wildlife warrior
burning round the zoo with his dad and his grandpa 
now he's smiling back at us, lying there on the grass
oiled up like a piston with his jocks fair up his arse
and the old girls get their knickers down and scream good on ya
all because of little bob and that big anaconda

if this had been a bloke making comments about a sheila
he'd be labeled vile and disgusting and probably a drug dealer
but cos it's little bob it's all cute and harmless fun
now wives are telling their hubbys fuck you're fat go for a run
you're looking like a beached whale I'm not turned on by your blubber
why can't you be more like little bob and his big anaconda 

now little bob's so popular, his cheeks they are aglow
and terries friends are lining up to give young bob a go
and a record company's bound to sign him up to sing a song
and surprise surprise you guessed it, it will be about his schlong
and the old girls frothing at the mouth, lining up over younder
to get a glimpse of little bob and his big anaconda

Little Bob And The Anaconda

A slightly different mix of a track I have posted already. This one has the drums coming in a little earlier in the song. I'll have this mixed properly and mastered at some point.  Lindsey Kay Scott, my daughter,  is singing the lead on this song.

© 2024 Lyrics & Music By Brenda Doss (BMI) and Lindsey Kay Scott (ASCAP)
Another version with the lyrics are here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HlK8AfD7cum2rXkYeX

My Home - Remix

My Home - Remix - ft. Lindsey Kay Scott

Nerdi Meir Elia Savorai - Guitar, Vocals, Mixing, Electronics, Musical composition.

Nevo Savorai - Vocals, Lyrics, Artistic adviser.

הוקלט והופק באולפני "חדר זמני"
מסטרין : אליה נרדי מאיר סבוראי
credits
released September 24, 2025
ח & ח : Nerdi Meir Elia Savorai + Nevo Savorai

סימן לחופש - A sign of freedom

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Spirit (2025)

Here's my version of this classic Irish ballad. Mclhatton was an old fiddler who knew how to make an excellent Poitin, the ancestor of whiskey. When the valley where he lived filled with buyers of his fine liquor, many tried to capture him, but he knew how to hide well and was never caught. Enjoy my track and share! CIAO

MCLHATTON

Through 12 דרך12

יואב רבן : בס
עמית אליאסי - תופים  -
עופר טיסר - סקרצ'ינג
אלון אבנת - מילים   + שירה 
נבו סבוראי - שירה RמיקX

silence supervision : Under a wise man sitting in the dark, shuffling, blurring, scratching the earth, the truth is spoken quietly, an empty sky, silence is worth gold, apathetic desire, flesh, I float, detached, promiscuous, floating, detached, promiscuous, under the supervision of educated people, opinionated people, landowners, land-fuckers The whip The sign The plague Black cat Whoop A red-winged angel Dripping sparks The revival of the people of Israel on the soil of Israel The truth is spoken quietly Silence is worth gold

פיקוח   שתיקה

I had left the pastorate in 1985 but many friends remained in the little town of St. Francis, Kansas.  One of them was a woman who found love again after the death of her spouse.  I composed this song for them and officiated their wedding and as far as I know, they lived happily ever after.  
Then came the wedding of my oldest daughter and she requested the song be done for her and Thor (yes, his real name;) That was 27 years ago.  
This past summer, I had suggested the song to Axel and after hearing my rough, 35 year old demo, he loved the song straight away, but wanted to change it up a bit.  The song I had written was done in a more devotional 4/4 meter, he wanted to bring to it the flavor of a Celtic dance.  Enter Mike Fox who gives the lyrics a definitive voice and excellent guitar to the backing track.  I loved the track art Axel had created because it resembled the wedding of my 2nd granddaughter Grace at the end of September, a lovely garden ceremony in Oklahoma City.  It resembles it right down to the kilt another son-in-law wore by request.  They didn't use the song as part of their ceremony, but I dedicate this new version to Grace and Ethan and wish them a lifetime of happiness and fond adventures together.
Thank you Axel and Mike for lavishing your talents on my songwriting efforts.  I am truly honored.  Hear more of their fabulous music creativity @soundcloud.com/axel-m-501052973, and @soundcloud.com/michael-fox-925325997

Gathered--Lyrics:
 What are we gathered here for, what have we come to see?
Two people who believe that a better life
Is lived together not separately.
Father we ask you blessing upon the union of these two,
That the vows they are both confessing
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.

Bridge:
And it's more than just "tying a knot" and it's more than just getting "hitched"
We're seeing two hearts being sewn together,
We're witnessing it stitch by stitch.
It's the miracle of seeing two become one,
Though the two are really not the same,
Like the paint and the canvas are separate until 
The Artist joins them in a beautiful frame.

Instrumental Interlude

Repeat Bridge

Repeat Verse:
What are we gathered here for, what have we come to see?
Two people who believe that a better life
Is lived together not separately.
Father we ask you blessing upon the union of these two,
That the vows they are both confessing
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.
Will bind their hearts to each other and You
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.

Gathered-A Wedding Song (Axel Menningen, Mike Fox, David Dunham)

Complete Unknown

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017