This song was inspired by "The Cold Heart" (German: Das kalte Herz), a fairy tale written by Wilhelm Hauff. It was published in 1827 in a collection of fairy tales that take place within the narrative of The Spessart Inn.
Although written almost 200 years ago, the described conflicts of mankind are still up-to-date, maybe even more than before. Preferring status und prosperity over humanity is something which has become socially acceptable.

Special thanks for prelistening and precious ideas to my dear friend Gary Reeves!

Lyrics
Peter was in the charcoal business
never in peace with the live he was living
made a deal with the forest spirit
Three wishes and a new life given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity
 
Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

It did not play out like you were whishing for
glassworks went down and you needed much more
sold your heart to Dutch Mike to keep living
a heart of stone and the fortune you were given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Flourishing business kept you going
but your smile was eternally frozen
when your drivers faded and you had murdered love
nothing left there but an empty heart

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Stone Cold Heart

Hello tout le monde,voici le premier titre de cette année 2025,faites lui un triomphe s'il vous plait,on ne sait jamais.... et, souvenez-vous.......

Souvenez vous...

This song is like my kid. I still remember what she was like when she was born. What she smelled like, how she took his first steps. Then suddenly she's standing at the university gate, with her diploma in her hand, she's an adult. This song has also just become an adult, so after a year. It was very exciting to work on this again. I could be a dad again a little bit.

Sunset MKII

There was a country, there was a city, and there was a people, who were widely known for their wealth and powerful gods. But they angered their gods with their bad behavior, so the gods decided to wipe them off the face of the earth.
Yes, the story of Atlantis has many interpretations, just like this musical interpretation of what happened on that fateful day. To this day, there are many who believe that Atlantis actually existed in our world, but no one has been able to prove it with certainty.

What do you think? Did it really exist, or is it just a moral tale?
Regardless, the fairy tale is a story that gets the imagination flowing, and we hope this little piece gets your imagination flowing too.

We suffer no shortage of terrible and terrifying events for humanity, whether it is our earth that produces them, or that human souls have created and continue to create them in their dismal imperfection.

We who have pondered, talked and created are;

Strings, Piano, Flute etc - Dan-DT: https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
Lovely acoustic guitars - David D: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, Mix & Production & track picture - Seagull: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Atlantis - Dan-DT, David D & Seagull

The Beautiful Dark's Open Collab with Llanpsych guitars and mix
Catch the collab offer here
https://on.soundcloud.com/xTKmoK5ZNhk5nzkGD4

Thankful Treasures - with The Beautiful Dark

manu232

Rhythmic jazzy song with trumpet and flute
The beautiful tree is in a little park across Peer's home

let's go home

One hit in my gut
Above the belt, war is fought
Next shot, cut my eye
Vision blinded

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Stopped outright, trail gone cold
Master plan been revised
No F.E.A.R.
Forget everything and run

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself 

Rude awakening, whole room spin
Crawl across the floor
Skull imploding 
Gonna be sick

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself


Hope Elevated

Heartache In My Levi's

Bombs drop

Super nova lights 
The southern sky
Right before the bombs drop
Ending all of life

1,2
3,4
Shut the fucking door


I walk across this earth
It’s truths written in lies
The sun kisses my face
I’m already dead inside

Before Bomb$ Drop

listen in it's proper order  at Sonic Structure and Silent Stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

album coming soon to Bandcamp!


instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter (and one outside voice generated via magix hub and some further artefacts that just manifested during the process)
further reading: How Forests Thinl: www.anth.ucsb.edu/sites/secure.lsi…Introduction.pdf
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter @sonic-textures
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

whilst I was looking
for some kind of semblance
of something somewhere in the tangled undergrowth of
silent thoughts and bellow-voiced persuasions
that might be well described as somewhat sidewinded akin
to the kinesthetics of the barnacles and brambles and
cliffside-dangling while still clinging, perspiration hope
I met the transcendental hobo drifter
down in the scalar fields , tied with a rope
to roaming notions of delusion
and love and love and running from a mistress,
his or mine, known to be crow of crowleyan dimensions

endowed with much renown among the locals
for telling truth and spitting frogs
and hailing hail and splitting rocks
and all the while the transsedential drifter
ate from his open can of beans upon the pitted fire

and whispered ruthless, patient, cunning, sweet
on repeat:

[in the sonic version, the following
icaro is overlaid by a voice-
over explaining the term "icaro"]

„the tunnel of dances
the funnel of trances
the fuel for chances
the focus of tidal glances
paint eyes on your forehead
wide eyes on your forehead
so the jaguar knows
so the jaguar knows
that you are not dead
not asleep and not dead
not asleep and not dead yet.“

and all I heard and all I got and all I simply understood
was to hush that voice, that voice within my head
to hush that voice, that voice within my head

it was then I noticed, not without bewilderment
the wooden spoon in his left hand
a spoon not made of silver
not silver and not gold but wood
and it was then I very nearly understood

scalar fields pt 4: talons heels(reloaded)-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

I'm a multi genre composer and songwriter.

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Aim is to have an impact on your mood :-). Enjoy!

Love, Peter

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