Tons of emotion in this tune, and yet, such a Chill vibe to it!

MIX Sélection de Alex M

Calamity - Loss - I'll Miss You Forever

An electronic/industrial piece, with some fusion elements.

Cosmic Call

This time... it's all about everything !

Written, performed, mixed & mastered by
André "pixelorb" Brandes © 2025

Image: pixabay.com (CC0 Creative Commons)

Instruments:
- TAL U-NO-LX
- TAL Bassline 101
- Synapse "The Legend"
- Synapse Dune 3
- Full Bucket FB-7999
- FL-Studio Sytrus

This Time

Stranded, alone and cold. Keep walking, just keep moving. 
Swampy 101 presents Hard Roads. A new and original song. A dark and cold night of the soul. Is there a warm place of shelter at the end of the road?

Hard Roads

Midnight Fade

Well, its taken a year but at last I've managed to create something new, a track that reminded me of warm, sultry days on holiday. I do hope you like it and any support you can give me as I find my way back into music would be much appreciated!

Spotify

Glistening (feat. Zara Delaney)

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

The path of least resistance

When Everything Was Ours

Another new track here in around a week. 

CINEMA SCOPE

COMPLETE LINER NOTES HERE---> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-clock-of-the-four-winds/

The clock of the four winds is a tall-case grandfather style clock originally assembled in 1710 by an Italian astronomer and mathematician named Ricco Foscari, a direct patrilineal descendant of famed explorer, vintner and occultist, Cosimo Foscari. The magical properties of the clock were such that when its hands were moved and positioned in certain configurations, it would trigger remote viewing events which would be projected onto the glass panel cover. The clock was also rumored to serve as a sort of “beacon” used for summoning an other-dimensional being named “Desdinova” who acted as a sort of intermediary between detached yet interconnected causal timelines.


LYRICS:
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The chariots lie broken exhausted from war
The wheels rolled off in the mud
In the morning all good things are good
The sun warms up the mud

Stillness is raptured in all its arising
The seeds grow up from the mud
In the morning the dawn weighs a feather
The insects hatch from the mud

The hunger for sunlight draws flies to the surface
The babies wake up in the mud
In the morning from green murky waters
To wiggle around in the mud

Bones growing hollow, the gills turn to lungs
Gasping for breath in the mud
The fins turn to legs the scales turn to vellum
As feathers shake loose from the mud

Fly high, all you flying high birds 
While the warm western winds are beneath you
Oh you soaring high birds
The sky coming down to greet you
We’re all dying to meet you

The bird, the great swooping bird
Beak open, gobbling gold
Oh you soaring high bird
The north winds are growing cold
Feathers flush with colors bold

Now pretend you are the sun
Feathers flush with colors bold…
Now pretend you are the sun

The southern winds, the washboard clouds
Diving daringly during the day
Teetering upon the tip of the tree
The seasons will have their way
Tail feathers turning to gray

Scatter little birds, oh you tiny little birds
The easterly light is encroaching
Seeds spilled upon the ground
 With the end of the autumn approaching
And the seasons must have their way…

Now pretend you are the sun
And the seasons must have their way…
Now pretend you are the sun 

And the seasons must have their way…

Rider’s final horse has ridden
Puzzle finished, last piece hidden
Oysters chatter on evening tide:
 “I’m Desdinova and I confide,
I am the one you warned me of
I am the leak and the long lost love
And I am the one who will never lie
Deathless, I may never die
By lizard lens and crystal rope
You know me by my telescope”
Scattering stars in hand she shouts:
“The play is what it’s all about
Behind the clock with arms stretched tall
The script is on the western wall
Behold the light that never warms
You’ve been warned, I am the storm”

So raise up your chalice and toast to the moon
And sing to the stars as they flicker and loom
O! Irony! O! Tragedy!
Aching knees don’t fail me now

We slayed the vile dragon who lived in the skies
We bathed in its blood and we pickled its eyes
O! Devilry! O! Revelry!
If my friends could see me now

O! Bravery! Camaraderie!

The last lotus eaters recline in the sun
The race to return  has been finally run
Finality! Causality!
Swept away on swaggering swans

The Clock Of The Four Winds

Memories of last summer can often bring both joy and regret.

Last Summer

Immerse yourself in this captivating blend of ambient music and synthwave, crafted to help you relax, focus, and escape into a world of soundscapes that balance soothing atmospheres with retro-inspired electronic vibes. Perfect for studying, working, meditating, or unwinding after a long day, this track combines calming ambient textures with dreamy synthwave melodies to create the ultimate background music experience. Whether you’re a fan of chillwave, downtempo, or futuristic electronic music, this mix is designed to elevate your mood and enhance your environment with peaceful yet energizing tones.

Neon Graveyard

Inspired by the poem "The Peace of Wild Things" by the American poet Wendall Berry.

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

The Peace of Wild Things

Sign Of The Chimes (2025)

A mix of Synthwave, Chillwave, and some other genres.

Scintillating

Electronic music artist since the mid-'80s.
I create tracks of different genres and moods.

Thanks to all musicians and music lovers
on soundcloud who support me with likes,
comments and reposts. That motivates me
to record new tracks.

On SoundCloud since December 2017
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