Spring Songs: 20 Glorious new songs from the SoundCloud community

Composed & Produced by: Chivicke 
HomeStudio Productions ©2022
Photography: Cottombro

Enigma

Fury Road

Off The Springboard

青春の渦 (Vortex Of Youth)

I Aint Mad Feat Emily Coy
Paploviante Bass, Music and Mix
Vocals Emily Coy
https://soundcloud.com/stemstore/emily-coy-i-aint-mad-full-take

I Aint Mad Feat Emily Coy

Under The Blazing Sun

Deja que te cuente cómo la noche callaba...

Letra por Béjar Music:

Deja que te cuente cómo la noche callaba
Y escondido por el miedo, el lucero del alba.

Y esa luna y su reflejo, en las ramas
De eso olivo que va huyendo, prisionero de la mañana

No quería salir, el sol al amanecer
Y el viento quieto quedó, y el río sin un rumor

Ya no hay primavera sin un deshielo
ni un otoño sin robarte un beso
Y en invierno no calienta ni el abrazo
ni en verano el sabor de tus labios

Ya no nos alumbra ni la candela
y hasta el agua de esa fuente, está seca
Ya ni el aire acaricia tu cabello
ni el tocar la tierra trae consuelo

Quiero que me cuentes esta noche una nana
Que hable de misterios y sonrisas, encantadas.

Dónde la luna y al sol, de madrugada
Le confiese que ella está, de él enamorada

Y el sol le respondió, con esta triste canción
Y el viento quieto quedó, y el río sin un rumor

Ya no hay primavera sin un deshielo
ni un otoño sin robarte un beso
Y en invierno no calienta ni el abrazo
ni en verano el sabor de tus labios

Ya no nos alumbra ni la candela
y hasta el agua de esa fuente, está seca
Ya ni el aire acaricia tu cabello
ni el tocar la tierra trae consuelo

Noche Callada

Noche callada

Out of the Box August 2022
Different juice on the loose...

Soprano Saxophone Trio Embark On Jungle Exploration

Central Park West - Written by John Coltrane
Performed by Jeffrey Lasky
Cover Art and Concept - Josh Lasky
Recorded in 1999 by my Tascam 4-track 
Enjoy :)

Central Park West

Music & Piano: Jan Schonander

Got in my head that I wanted to play something with a little staccato and this is what came out. Also thought it would be a good idea to do all four seasons and recruited three pianists to complete the cycle. Delighted that Debra Buesking agreed to take on summer and here is a link to her wonderful interpretation:
https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/summer-interrupted-c/s-6ix0O3wrxbm

Two additional Soundcloud artists have agreed to tackle Fall and Winter and when their inspiration results in a track the links will be here too. I have also put together a playlist where all four tracks eventually will be in a collection. 
https://soundcloud.com/thegats/sets/four-seasons-interrupted/s-A8Hi6t3VNkV?si=a7457f3de6a241c3a68fc7f30c86a64c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

I spent seventeen long winters in Stockholm. Funnily enough the most challenging season to me was always spring with all the false starts and long hiatuses. By the time it’s May and you can reasonably expect some warmish weather (defined as over 50F) it inevitably snows and destroys your planned weekend bike ride, or maybe you just have to keep your down jacket in the closet a few more weeks and leave your lighter clothes at the back of the closet. Of course, spring is the beginning of a period of more fun and games. Hopefully you can hear the pull between spring trying to break through and winter lingering on in this music.

This is a performance with no post recording edits. It is entirely in Gm except for 1 note intended to denote a dissonant interruption. I wonder who can locate that B.

Spring Interrupted

Forever

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Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Why can't I get any peace of mind?
Something crushing happens each time
happiness comes my way.
It is never here to stay. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

I'm beat down, broken and terrified
yet I carry on somehow and take it in stride. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

Something crushing happens every time
That I think I've achieved peace of mind...

The Game

Comme Ça Que Je L'aime (the way i love her )

When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

by Jimmy Repp

Jimmy: Electric Bass, Guitars, Keys, Vox
Trey: Keys, Drum Programming, Production, Mix
Mastered by Marc Felish

Lyrics:

Jesus’ little sister her name is Rita
she’s warm and bright and full of life
she’s a fine mamacita
we hardly ever see her
a maitre d’ at Papacitas 
working her way through junior college
For a degree in engineering

Oh Rita, we hardly ever see you
won’t you take some time to free your mind
Rita, don’t become a stranger
your physics and your mathematics
are all that you can see

Jesus is her hero
played CFL football
was in a mariachi band 
now he’s a rep for Guitar Hero

She moves like Shakira
likes Kinky and Weezer
She laughs every time 
the DJ plays the Macarena

Oh Rita, we hardly ever see you
won’t you take some time to free your mind
Rita, don’t become a stranger
your physics and your mathematics 
are all that you can see

Won’t you come over tonight
Rita please!
Won’t you come over tonight

Rita    - - -   Jimmy Repp + COtu

hallucinations

Hallucinations

feels wonderful from here
and it seems worth mentioning
thru the early morning chill
see the world awakening

and so it is
and so it goes

see the luminescent leaves
dancin' with the breeze
the critters start to seek
a way to go

the butterflies that float
together carelessly
bring beauty to the day
already beautiful

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWRy1dAUq0Q

summer

Impulses across a synapse, stars across a galaxy, love from me to you

Songs from a Satellite      
Janine levinson 2022
mixed by Russ https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
#ChaosCookhouse


Songs from a satellite 
Circling the green and blue
And floating down all over you
Stars from a galaxy a forehead wide              
Rocketing from ear to ear
And shooting out of both our eyes

Kids are gonna study us baby for a thousand years to come

The glow of a distant star 
Shining on a distant life
And writing all about us
The quill of a distant pen
An etching of a single life
Took a millennia to write

Kids are gonna study us baby for a thousand years to come

The big swirl of dust and the capillaries
The wedding bells and the flower petals
As the bathwater drains to a tidal eddy
From the tips of the branches counting back to infinity 
The big swirl of dust, and the
Songs from a satellite orbiting the green and blue

Come in? 
Roy G. Biv, paging Roy G. Biv to the galaxy
Roy G. Biv, is there a Roy G. Biv here?
Roy?

Blue on a frequency beyond the light, invisible to human eyes
Is lapping all around us
And we, tethered to the perigee, effectively are bound to be
In love with the world

And the world is so in love with us baby!
The kids are gonna study us baby!
They’re gonna study us

Songs From A Satellite - mixed by Russ

I’ve traveled the seas and I’ve wandered the lands
I’ve sprinkled the seeds grown into these grass
Encircled by peaks I’m unable to pass
I feel like a stone being crushed into sand

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

I came to a town where nobody smiled 
And tilted my hat to a woman and child
I offered support but the people were shy
Their soil ablaze and the desert is dry

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Cloak your skin from the sun fornicate with the night
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
Overcome by the heat and it messed with my mind
My shoulders are frail but I do what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of  a desperate man

Desperate Man

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Spring Songs: 20 Glorious new songs from the SoundCloud community

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