Dreaming on Another Distraction

ok so clown cloud limits playlists to 500 tracks! Human playlist 2 here. Shade Structure opens proceedings with a funny gem

Human Confirmed Part Deaux

20251209 MIX

Post Malone & Quavo - Congratulations (Dramantic Remix)

Remix for no profits / No monetization

Prod By Luma

Beyoncé - Black Parade (Dramantic Remix)

New version with some limited vocals. I hope you enjoy

Drift (Stop Dreaming)

Soul Drain (Experiment Demo)

Waiting for a moment that never came - but would have changed everything.

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I used to sit beside the pane
toy phone ready, dreams insane
imagined you would someday say
“I’m here, my boy, it is okay?”
I drew us three with crayon lines
all smiles and light, like painted signs
a picture of us - you, mom and me
but you were just a fantasy

I’m still waiting for your call
after all these silent falls
just one time to hear you say
“Hey my son, I’m here to stay”
I’m still waiting
still waiting for your call

Now I’m grown, a father too
with two kids so pure and true
I sit again beside the pane
my phone in reach, the wait’s the same
Still I hope for just one day
you’ll call and know just what to say
To finally hear what never came:
“I’m here, my son, it is okay.”

I’m still waiting for your call
after all these silent falls
just one time to hear you say
“Hey my son, I’m here to stay”
I’m still waiting
still waiting for your call

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Music and Words by FloW., 2025
Generated vocals, shaped by hand.
All vocals are synthetically generated. No real voices were used or imitated. The voices serve artistic expression only.
Cover image: AI-generated, artist-guided.
All samples used are royalty-free and/or properly licensed – including material from Logic Pro and Landr.com.

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More about FloW.: https://iamflow.de

The Call

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Having a little play with this new track experimenting and expanding. I will be developing this much further. 

Please feel free to leave a comment as your feedback is really useful and valuable to me.

Exploration (Instrumental)

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

you can watch this jam here https://youtube.com/shorts/9d1VvIF2iUQ?si=VnRRu9WwyCEdthqf

random jam with Matt 02

A stripped down version of this song with just me and my guitar
And here’s a link to a more highly produced version https://on.soundcloud.com/ilKgH0ZJjkQdhPEuk7

Copyright 2025

Verse 1
I’ve never seen the Great Wall; I’ve never been to Japan.
I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower; it’s not part of my bucket list plan.
I don’t need to stand in line for two hours so I can see the Mona Lisa for thirty seconds.
I can see the same thing at home for free on my computer.

Chorus
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Verse 2
I don’t want to sit in a pressurized cylinder, with only a bag of peanuts to eat,
As I’m elbowed by a stranger who decides he wants to ventilate his feet.
I don’t want to go to a tourist trap and hang out with a bunch of ugly Americans.
If I want to see ugly Americans, all I’ve gotta do is step outside.

Chorus (Repeat)
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Bridge
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Verse 3
Waking up early, rushing to the airport, to get on a crowded flight,
Trying to find space in the overhead bin and not get in a fight.
When you get there, you can’t drink the water, and the alcohol can make you go blind.
That doesn’t sound like the optimal place for a person to unwind.
You have to ration your underwear, or you’ll have to wear it inside out again for a second time.
You have to keep your money in a belt or you could be the victim of a pickpocketing crime.

Bridge (Repeat)
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Not a Rambling Man (Acoustic Version)

Confusing multitudes of choice and directions...

28/11/2025 Updated with a much better mix now. Hope its an improvement. Please feel free to leave a comment as your feedback is really helpful.

A new track that I'm working on. 

Currently it is a rough outline that will be updated over the next few days. 

Please feel free to let me know your thoughts on it?

I will leave a message in the comments comment when i update the file.

Hope you enjoy it.

Branching Paths (Instrumental)

It started as a rumba version of 'Hijo De Un Dios Menor' (Son of A Lesser God). After several weeks and changes, it stopped being a version and transformed into a completely new song.
"Rumba del Nuevo Dios" is a critical, rebellious, and festive song that denounces the materialism and hypocrisy of figures of power, while advocating for a type of divinity that is more humble and human, connected with music, popular culture, and the suffering of the people.

Español:
Comenzó como una versión rumbera de "Hijo de Un Dios Menor".. Tras varias semanas y cambios dejó de ser una versión a transformarse en una canción totalmente nueva.
"Rumba del Nuevo Dios" es una canción crítica, rebelde y festiva que denuncia el materialismo y la hipocresía de las figuras de poder, al mismo tiempo que aboga por un tipo de divinidad más humilde y humana, conectada con la música, la cultura popular y el sufrimiento del pueblo.

Lyrics: 

Mañana nacerá un nuevo Dios
Será un Dios de luz, o será de monedero,
un Déu que brilla o un Déu banquero.
Y yo ya no confío, que no, que no,
porque empiezan gratis… pero luego el digo era diego.
“Un mes de prueba”, te dicen sincero,
y sin darte cuenta te clavan el año entero.
Si es un Dios de esos, te lo digo, hermano,
prefiero al Demonio…
que al menos se queda a mi lado.
¡Yo quiero un Diós menor!
Del polvo, del hambre, del poeta y del cantaor.
¡Quiero a un Dios menor!
Que cante rumbita y toque el cajón.
 Asi....,  Asi....,  Venga vaaaamos... ! 
Y que sea rumbero
Que vienen dioses nuevos con letra pequeña,
te venden el cielo, te cobran la peña.
Actualización divina disponible ya,
pero si no pagas… no te salvará.
No te salvará…
Dice que es santo, que es puro, que es bueno,
pero le haces “click” y te pide tu sueldo.
Si es así, lo digo sin miedo:
prefiero al Demonio,
que al menos no me cobra por el fuego.
¡Yo quiero un Dios menor!
Del barro, del grito,  y del sol.
¡Quiero a un Dios menor!
Que cante rumbita y taconee un montón
 Asi....,  Asi....,  Venga vaaaamos...!  
Y que sea rumbero
Si eres un Dios nuevo,
Trae verdad, trae luz, trae calor…
pero deja la cartera fuera, por favor.
Si no es así,  no tendré miedo. 
Si viene un Dios cobrador ,
prefiero al Demonio,
que al menos me ahorro en calefacción.
¡Yo quiero un Dios menor!
Que sangra y crea su propio honor.
¡Quiero a un Dios menor!
Cayendo se alza mucho mejor.
Ay veré... si será… será… 
Mañana nacerá un nuevo Dios…
Ay, mañana será el día…
Ay veré... si será… será…

Rumba Del Nuevo Dios

Nos désirs s'emmêlent dans la nuit 
Ils murmurent des secrets à demi enfouis 
Les étoiles pleurent dans un ciel sans bruit 
Une flamme Une danse Le cœur s'élance 
Mais à quoi bon 
Nos corps s'éteignent dans l'ombre 
Nos douleurs se perdent Se confondent 
Nos soupirs Nos pleurs 
Sont des cendres dans l'heure 
Les yeux fixent l'horizon brisé 
Chaque larme tombe 
Chaque rêve effacé 
Le vent emporte ce qu’on voulait 
Nos corps s'éteignent dans l'ombre 
Nos douleurs se perdent 
Se confondent 
Nos soupirs Nos pleurs 
Sont des cendres dans l'heure 
Tant de pleurs pour un feu cruel 
Il brûle Il danse Mais c'est un duel 
Qu'il s'éteigne ou qu'il m'avale 
Je n'ai plus d'escale 
Nos désirs sont d'amour 
Nos corps Nos douleurs 
Nos yeux noyés de peur 
Nos pleurs Nos soupirs en cadence 
Nos sens qui se balancent Entre manque et excès 
Tant de pleurs sortiront sur le feu qui m'enflamme 
Qu'il noiera sa fournaise au lieu de l'arroser 
Feu qui nous inonde 
Qui m'arrache l'âme Je te brûle en silence 
Tu te noies à mon passé 
Nos matins sans appel 
Nos nuits Qui se déplient 
Sur les draps en bataille 
Chaque mot Un éclat Chaque geste Une faille 
On s'accroche au mirage 
On s'efface dans l'orage 
Tant de pleurs sur le feu 
Qu'il ne saura plus brûler 
Nos désirs sont d'amour 
Et je te laisse couler 
Nos désirs sont d'amour 
Nos corps nos douleurs nos yeux nos pleurs 
Nos soupirs nos sens 
Tant de pleurs sortiront 
Sur le feu qui m'enflamme 
Qu'il noiera sa fournaise 
Au lieu de l'arroser 
Nos désirs sont d'amour nos corps nos douleurs 
Nos yeux nos pleurs nos soupirs nos sens 
Tant de pleurs sortiront sur le feu qui m'enflamme 
Qu'il noiera sa fournaise au lieu de l'arroser 

Nos desirs sont d'amour

I struggle to react to change...

My new song. Just came up with the vocals.

I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is always really appreciated.

Reminiscence

Magnetic Triangle (Beyond the Noise)

Just messing around learning, experimenting, playing and expressing myself. My little collection of demos, songs, experiments and instrumentals. I hope you enjoy them. I'm a guitarist / Vocalist / Producer and enjoy learning to express my moods, emotions, dreams and thoughts as I go.

Thank you all for the likes comments and reposts.

I have added a support link as I am struggling to keep up my subscriptions here currently and it would help me keep on creating and posting more songs. Thank you if you read this far lol.