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For Love And Friendship: 25 Companioning tracks from the SoundCloud community

ContempJz7

musical stories

Apples of Appreciation: For your playlists and comments on Weird Things People Do In Portland Pt.2

WE BENEFIT FROM POSTING ON SOUNDCLOUD THE MOST WHEN WE FOLLOW BACK, LISTEN AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

Who should we follow back? The Soundcloud users who don’t just follow us they actually listen and leave feedback, makes sense, right. So why does it make sense, because they are the ones actually supporting your music, they are the ones that raise your profile and feedback is FREE hype, it advertises your product, it tells new arrivals to your page that your music is worth listening to, that’s what I mean when I say we ALL benefit.
These platforms actually end up failing BECAUSE we don’t maximise their potential in this way, a follow serves no purpose if we don’t follow through, and if we don’t follow through others don’t follow through either, we all become wary of giving support because we know only a very small number will do the same for us.
So how does this affect these platform, activity slows down eventually grinding to a halt, once that happens platforms like Soundcloud could end up going out of business, eventually there will be no platforms left for us to FREELY post on, the day will arrive when the ONLY way to post our music is to PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE, so you see being PROACTIVE not only benefits you and I it ensures the survival of platforms like Soundcloud; ok, so it doesn’t deliver in some of the ways we’d like it to, and including reaching an actual audience, but it’s a whole lot better than nothing at all!

THE NEXT WAVE IN MUSIC vol 1 (various artists, various genres)

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?  The Shadow knows!"  You have now entered the Byzantine world of crime and corruption. 

Men In The Shadows

Time is a sliding door –  but if so, what does it mean?

“Time is a Sliding Door” is a variation of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s saying that “Reality is a Sliding Door”. As if that wasn’t tricky enough, substituting ‘reality’ with the noun ‘time’ unravels a kaleidoscope of meanings and implications that turns the ground of our presumptuous existence into a wobbly pudding. If Time is a Sliding Door, and we push it aside, what happens beyond the threshold? The act of sliding means that the other side is only slowly revealed. As well as with a thud, thunder and roll. As radio is a medium which transgresses our notion of time and space, both naturally and effortlessly, how does it come into the picture? If the door opens onto a 5th dimension, and/or still others, how could this be ‘enlistened’ into a radiophonic scape? To be honest, the author of these lines doesn’t actually know, and how could she?

As humans we continue to be tethered to time as a condition of our communication, our perception, our being. It just seemed fit to start with a speedy panorama of the “Swabian-Alemannic Fasnet”. Fasnet (or “Fastnacht”) is also called the “fifth season of the year”, and is recorded in central Europe at least since the 13th century. Its presentation of an inverted world, the parades of Jesters, Fools and Witches, the almost deafening onrush of drums, ‘Fools Cries’, trombones, trumpets and bells truly create a different time horizon.Other acoustic inhabitants of this composition are the cuckoo-clock and clocks in general, as this region of Germany is famous for its clock-makers since the 17th century. And after all, it is not just the shamans of the Northern Tunguska who believe that the cuckoo’s call presages the number of years one has left to live…

 Time is a Sliding Door sticks to the human dimension, playing with the acts of acceleration and deceleration, with the notion of journeying (we shall be travelling from the Black Forest to New Mexico and from there to Slovenia – at least), spellbound by folk tunes, with the whisperings of shortwaves captured in open and discreet places. Hidden stories keep on drifting through radio space, sites and signals keep travelling, and wherever they may go, eventually an alien molecule, touched by radio might spark off the impulse for that door to open up into the unforeseeable. Meanwhile, we’ll keep hanging around this auditory doorstep.

Credits:

Accordion: Olsen auf Aldebaran

Musical Saw: Mimosa Pale

Singers: Sanne Drouhin-Kok, Ulrike Stoehring and Lilli Moors, Fernando (guest appearing for “Adopta una planta”/Datscha Radio, Madrid).

Drums: Paddi (Patrick Guderitz), Toni Brokoli (Pascal Dinser aka Kalle Dinsko) & Junk (Thomas Jank)

Special thanks to: Global Forest e. V., Black Forest!

Gabi Schaffner works as a trans-disciplinary artist within the realms of radio art, composition and performance. Her artistic practice is determined by the methods of poetic ethnography in connection with fluxus-like mise-en-scènes, radio-making and sound art performances. Much of her work originates from journeys. Next to her radiophonic productions, Schaffner creates speculative musical genres and inserts them into music history in order to raise awareness for cultural, gender-related and/or geographical conditions.

Schaffner has been realising award-winning productions with Deutschlandfunk Kultur, radia.fm, Hessian Cultural Radio and ABC Australia. Since 2012 she maintains “Datscha Radio”, a nomadic transmission project that links the medium of radio to current ecological issues.

As a writer and translator, she has published numerous texts; most recently: “RevoltenDiaries”, in: Radio Revolten, 2019. She holds a MA in literature and ethnography and a diploma in visual communication. Gabi Schaffner lives in Berlin.

Current work:
Fazzoletto per un eternità. Performance and vinyl edition, 2020
Rapid(s)Trains: Geolocated audio walk for Open Gorey, Wexford, Ireland. 2020-2021

https://schaffnerin.net

Gabi Schaffner - Time Is A Sliding Door

My take on the classic spooky theme. Happy Halloween!

Included in the Miami Cannibal Massacre compilation! Get it here!
https://playmaker.bandcamp.com/album/miami-cannibal-massacre

Originally composed by Michael Boyd and Gary Remal Malkin.

Unsolved Mysteries (Miami Cannibal Massacre Compilation)

J'ai composé la musique en "maquette" sur deux guitares, puis après avoir choisi chaque son d'instrument, mon fils Rémi a fait les arrangements instrumentaux  sur son synthétizeur.

Cinema nostalgie.         (Arrangements instrumentaux clavier synthé et FL studio) Rémi Carpentier.

1st track on littleuniverses LP
Music Video for Radio Edit: https://youtu.be/d6-bq6lcCgM

LYRICS:
Under the largest sky
framed by the tallest pines
our bodies lay on the earth

I feel the warmth 
of the orange flames burn 
put your hand in mine
close your eyes

I’m rising 
Like the sparks of these flames
you lit the bonfire in me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic

So much mist 
then made a drop
the tiniest drop
until a warm rain poured

I want to be 
the hand that writes 
lay your head on me
close your eyes

Then we waved to all 
that we’ve become
and acknowledged
all that we are not

I envisioned
feathered wings
you beside me
I’m seeing things 
You’re magic.

Then blew the  
wind to dry us down
to spin us ‘round 
our hands lengthened to arms
and the maps in your eyes 
showed how our souls took flight
to soar
‘cause you’ve opened the sky       
You’re magic.

littleuniverses

Magic

The only way is 
https://soundcloud.com/john-palmer

Spiralizer + John Palmer - Another Way

composed & produced by Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2023
Voices: Clara Sorace and Terry (Kontakt)
Image: Cottonbro-studio

Whispers

Opening track on my new album with The Littoral Drift. New 14 track album due for release this Friday June 16th, 2023. 

Guitar vocals and bass: Darren Sullivan
Drums: Josh Dylan Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp

Lyrics:
Won’t you leave the light on
Never could spy on
Drawn on a lake like with 
A charcoal crayon

Old men rely on 
Days of bygone
Memories traced
to the war in Saigon

Never gonna raise him
Better you forgave him
Shaving with a razor 
From the Barber’s favor

Maybe you could save him
If you forgave him
Betting on red but it’s looking pretty grim

Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
Wanting More 

Knowing Eliza
does despise him
Holding her hand when the sun has set

He listens real good
But she thinks he’s a fool
Believing that this is all he’ll get

She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
Never gonna have that special glow
She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
Never gonna have that special glow


Won’t you leave the light on
Never could spy on
Drawn on a lake like with 
A charcoal crayon

Old men rely on 
Days of bygone
Memories traced
to the war in Saigon

Never gonna raise him
Better you forgave him
Shaving with a razor 
From the Barber’s favor

Maybe you could save him
If you forgave him
Betting on red but it’s looking pretty grim

Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
Wanting More 
 
Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
 

Knowing Eliza
does despise him
Holding her hand when the sun has set

He listens real good
But she thinks he’s a fool
Believing that this is all he’ll get

She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo

Verdure

ELiza

Eliza (EXCLUSIVE SOUNDCLOUD EARLY RELEASE!!!!!)

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://www.redbubble.com/people/thewormling/shop
https://www.patreon.com/wouwouandthewormling

Or just buy Wou-Wou & the Wormling a cup of coffee here:
https://ko-fi.com/wouwouandthewormling

This is the 7th song posted from the album I have been working on using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! I can't believe how fast time has passed and how long we have been working on this project. 4 songs from the album are based on a graphic novel that Wou-Wou had started before the pandemic began. The rest of the songs are reflections of the weird times we were living in.

Big thanks to Wou Wou, Bit-zone, and Stricknice for still being here after all these years. I have known and worked with people on SoundCloud probably longer than I have known high school friends, college friends, and friends from various jobs. Huge thanks to Guitar Wizards of the Future. I remember when I first began participating in the SoundCloud community, I would always eagerly anticipate a new GWOTF track, especially because I grew up in Oakland California. I look forward to hearing a new one someday! In the meantime, go check out the classics on their page!

Track Credits:
guitarwizardsofthefuture: Organs
https://soundcloud.com/guitarwizardsofthefuture
https://guitarwizardsofthefuture.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitar additions, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Bass, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
http://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Drums, Guitars, Synth, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Would 
You like to 
Skip work and go to the seaside
Would 
You like to
Go tubing by the riverside

Please say so 
Please say so
Geeze don’t make me wait 
Another day though 
I been x-ing out the dates
Each and every day though 
Cause I just can’t seem 
To let me let you go 

What 
About going 
For a naked bike ride
What 
About going 
To a dispensary and getting high

Please say so 
Please say so
Geeze don’t make me hate 
Another day though 
I been poking at my plate
Each and every day though 
Just staring in the mirror
Watching as my hair grows 

Would
You like to 
Visit a park 2 feet wide
Would 
You like to
Be my voodoo donut bride 

Please say so 
Please say so
Geeze don’t make me wait 
Another day though 
I been x-ing out the dates
Each and every day though 
Cause I just can’t seem 
To let me let you go

Weird Things People Do In Portland

Guitar Wizards of the Future, Wou-Wou, Stricknice, Bitzone & CK - Weird Things People Do In Portland

W feat Special Cecilia Vocal Chops 70 BPM

Extracts from "So Much Mysteries" https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas/accapellas-so-much-mysteries-mp3

If you want make a collab & add something, you're welcome to do it, the download is free.

Maybe Tomorrow

Wanted! Cash reward for a tip of what fugitive-chase-movie this track is from :) 80’s rule!

Funtronica

Cops

The Work8

Music like gangster movies, or secret agents from the sixties.                                                      My Spotify listeners link is : https://open.spotify.com/artist/2uemfJJnIjutXUJlk8sI80?si=kOnmzZgXSyKHznafC6rQAw

Rock connection

La Lumière

Gaming music Final Fantasy X-2
Song: Kuon Hikari To Nami No Kioku / Memories of Waves and Light
Composed and arranged by Takahito Eguchi and Noriko Matsueda.
In a version from Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli.
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
Piano and Cover design: Debra Bueskinghttps://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocal: Oddrun Eikli

Love and Friendship
BY EMILY BRONTË
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

Love and Friendship. Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli.

(Texte Français et Google traduction)

LE CRI DES ECRITS

A l’encre bleue indélébile,
Marqués au feu des mots fragiles,
Je vois les pleins et les déliés,
Me dire combien tu m’as aimé.

Et je retrace sur chaque phrase,
Les « je t’embrasse » dans nos extases,
Puis les formules particulières,
En majuscule pour mieux se plaire.
Mais les ratures, les gribouillis,
Mettent en bordure les mots d’oubli.

Toutes ces lettres, nos mots d’amour,
Les écrits restent car chaque jour,
Les pages entières à te relire,
Sortent l’enfer que je respire…
C’est le cri des écrits.

Si tant de prose, de phrases folles,
Toutes ces choses qui nous envolent,
Cette dernière de la rupture,
Me met à terre sous l’écriture.

Une mise à fin de l’éternel
Et du parfum d’une vie belle.
Alors je lis les larmes aux yeux,
Quand tu écris qu’entre nous deux,
C’est plus la peine de continuer,
Car tes « je t’aime » s’en sont allés.

Toutes ces lettres, nos mots d’amour,
Les écrits restent car chaque jour,
Les pages entières à te relire,
Me donnent l’enfer que je respire…
C’est le cri des écrits.

Toutes ces lettres, nos mots d’amour,
Les écrits restent car chaque jour,
Les pages entières à te relire,
Me donnent l’enfer que je respire…
C’est le cri des écrits.

THE CRY OF WRITINGS

In indelible blue ink,
Marked in the fire of fragile words,
I see ups and downs,
Tell me how much you loved me.

And I retrace on each sentence,
The "I kiss you" in our ecstasies,
Then the particular formulas,
Capitalized for convenience.
But the erasures, the scribbles,
Border the words of oblivion.

All these letters, our words of love,
The writings remain because every day,
Whole pages to read to you,
Come out the hell I breathe...
It is the cry of the writings.

If so much prose, crazy phrases,
All those things that fly away from us,
This last of the break,
Brings me to the ground under the writing.

An end to the eternal
And the scent of a beautiful life.
So I read with tears in my eyes,
When you write that between the two of us,
It's no longer worth continuing,
Because your "I love you" are gone.

All these letters, our words of love,
The writings remain because every day,
Whole pages to read to you,
Give me the hell I breathe...
It is the cry of the writings.

All these letters, our words of love,
The writings remain because every day,
Whole pages to read to you,
Give me the hell I breathe...
It is the cry of the writings.

Le cri des écrits

LE CRI DES ECRITS (Chanson Française)

Get on your Feet 
Backing Track: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/loosing-head-open-collaboration-offer
Vocal: Silver Bella:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21393/get-on-your-feet-main-vocals-95bpm-chill-out-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/silverbellasings
Vocal: Jake Buzzard
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21342/where-the-fights-at-85bpm-rap-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/jakebuzzard

Lillithe: Mix, arrangement and production

Get On Your Feet - feat. Silver Bella - Jake Buzzard - Paploviante

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/le-portrait-de-dorian

"J'ai cru pendant longtemps pouvoir changer les choses
Comme l'ont fait bien d'autres avant moi
Que ce soit par des mots, une idée, un riff de guitare
Je ne crois pas au talent mais à la volonté, car c'est elle qui règne sur le temps
La falaise ne s'érode t'elle pas sous les vagues qui la cogne pendant des siècles ?
Hier, la vie déposait dans nos mains une bien belle page blanche parfumée d'avenir"

Le portrait de Dorian

Awesome poetry and arrangements by Wivresse on one of my musics.

Musique : HyLGZ22
Arrangements, poésie et voix : Wivresse (https://soundcloud.com/wivresse)

J'ai été gemme du Léthé.
J'ai été une sphère dans ta paume.
J'ai été de l'humus, le psaume.
J'ai été perles de pluie d'été.
J'ai été celle qui taquine les faunes.
J'ai été l'esquisse qui sonne.
J'ai été une nuit, d'étincelles, teintée.
J'ai été l'iris entre les lèvres jaunes.
J'ai été là, ce que tu me donnes.
J'ai été malgré le dragon, sororité.
J'ai été l'heure en parole d'homme.
J'ai été du giron, le baume.
J'ai été initiation des trinités.
J'ai été cette salive si chatonne.
J'ai été ainsi à l'automne atone.
J'ai été la sacrée traînée.

Qui si ce n'est moi écaille le parsec ?

The Smell Of The Rain In The Garden Of The Hesperides

The Smell Of The Rain In The Garden Of The Hesperides (Wivresse & HyLGZ22)

LA TOUR EIFFEL LA TOUR EIFFEL

UN AN DERRIÈRE ET TANT DE TEMPS DEVANT CHARLOTTE
UNE BULLE D’AIR N’EST PAS PLUS LÉGÈRE CHARLOTTE
AND ONE DESTINATION FROM ONE GENERATION TO THE NEXT
LA VILLE DES LUMIÈRES
OF COURSE THE EIFFEL TOWER
LES TUILERIES
LA PLACE DES VOSGES
ET SI J’OSE

I WISH YOU GOOD AND A MILLION HAPPY RETURNS CHARLOTTE
UNE VIE DE RÊVE ET MAINTENANT TRÈVE
DE PARLOTTE
JUST ONE DESTINATION THROUGH ALL GENERATIONS 
PEACE AND LOVE
LA VILLE DES LUMIÈRES OF COURSE A LITTLE FLOWER LES TUILERIES
LA PLACE DES VOSGES
LA VIE EN ROSE
LA TOUR EIFFEL

UN AN DERRIÈRE ET TANT DE TEMPS DEVANT CHARLOTTE
UN SOUFFLE D’AIR SUR TA BOUGIE PREMIÈRE CHARLOTTE
AND ONE DESTINATION FROM ONE GENERATION TO THE NEXT
A HAPPY FAMILY FROM FRANK TO JEREMY HMM DARLING CLEMENTINE A CUDDLE WITH CASH
COCO CHANEL 
LA TOUR EIFFEL
I WISH YOU WELL 
LA TOUR EIFFEL
LA TOUR EIFFEL

LA TOUR EIFFEL (Lyrics) Song for Charlotte

Thank you very much for 1000 plays! ❤️

And again I'm returning to Fantasy Land...
This time my bunch of misfits are going on a little trip and this short piece could be the background for these scenes.

First was Irish Harp which I wanted to test at last after getting it for free. Three base sounds was the idea that shaped rest of the track on the initially endless loop with time signature set to 3/4 on which I've layered the higher pitched melody that came out organically. Then I thought that I add some vocal VST which I've tested previously on "Have you Seen an Elf?". I wanted to check how it's perform on more intimate ground of folk song.

In my head I had a picture of a medieval inn and a bard starting his musical story. At some point, the picture shifts to a group of heroes travelling through austere, gray and blue, dark and cold places, villages where people in coarse robes work, sometimes rainy, sometimes sunny and green landscapes. Some scenes showing our group from a bird's eye view, slowly and laboriously moving towards the goal. The music ends when they arrive...
Musically, I wanted the initially intimate theme to change, or rather expand, into a symphonic illustration in accordance with the image and the advancing journey. So that, apart from the theme, there would be a depth complementing the image, also more and more distant from the initial location.

I've used:
DAW Ableton Live Standard
Kontakt Player Irish Harp
Kontakt Player Arcane Voice (Realivox Blue Demo)
Spitfire LABS Amplified Cello Quartet,
Spitfire LABS Uilleann Pipes
Spitfire Originals Epic Strings
Spitfire BBC SO Discovery - Flutes
One MIDI loop from Abletone Live's pack "Mood Reel" - Cello Impact 114bpm - as a percussive track.

Thank You kindly for listening and I hope You'll like it a bit.

Going North

My old friend Strootman Pianomonster (will post soon on https://soundcloud.com/stroot-246138153) sent me some of his baroque recordings on harpsichord. I've worked on one of them with all the Ruizzoid stuff you can hear, and even translated to Latin one of my old poems!

VOLO OSCULUM TUUM  /  I WANT YOUR KISS

 Volo saxum ad clamare.  /  I want a rock to cry on.  
 Ad gemere, quis saxum.  /  To moan, any rock.  

(Volo osculum tuum ad somniare.  /  I want your kiss to dream.  
 Ad vivere, nisi osculum tuum.  /  For living, just your kiss.)
  
Volo flammam ad queri.  /  I want a flame to scream.  
 Ad pati, quis flammam.  /  To suffer, any flame.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... ) 

 Volo pugionem ad exspirare.  /  I want a dagger to expire.  
 Ad mori quis pugionem.  /  To die, any dagger.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... )

Volo Osculum Tuum (with Strootman on harpsichord)

Walk the Dog

FEEL UP
Vocals and Synths : GHOSTHACK
www.Ghosthack.de
Mix, Arrangement and Production: Lillithe

FEEL UP

This is an edit I made some years ago, played it in many bboy battles, thought I'd share it!

Τάκης Αντωνιάδης feat. The Sounds - Μη Με Παιδεύεις (DJ Kid Stretch Edit) FREE DL

Cast of Characters:

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen–guitar, mix, and production

J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –electric piano, organ, and arrangement

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion

Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez–guitar

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–four string fretless bass, guitar, arrangement

  This is a song that began as a drum track that Ken came up initially as a beat for another SoundCloud user, who respectfully declined it. Instead of letting a solid go to waste, Ken set it loose with JJ and Josh, who came up with an arrangement for the music over top of what they felt was a very killer beat. What was originally a jam, turned into a showcase of the entire Eclectic Collective. Josh also did some guitar work in this one, and with Stephen's brilliant harmony, came up with the opening theme that reoccurs about halfway through. His guitar can also be heard briefly right after the opening theme. Along with Stephen's other half of the theme, he is also responsible for the dynamic, climactic leads through most of it. Tez added his incendiary guitar to the final section, when all else was said and done, as a cherry on top. After all the tracks were in the digital can, we were lucky enough to have Stephen produce and mix it for us. 
  We hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are looking forward to the winter holidays. We also hope you enjoy this ride as much as we enjoyed assembling

Helium Weights - The Eclectic Collective

Second collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 *, consisting on my immersion into one of his complex proposals for several weeks, and successful? survival by means of inspiration, my guitar & one of my few old sonnets. 

* https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/ella-huyo-she-fled

LETRA/LYRICS:

Sonidos de ayer  /  Yesterday sounds

Este cielo negro de suaves alas,  /  This black sky with soft wings,
que hoy de mi frugal sueño es techumbre,  /  which today for my frugal dream is a roof,
en este vasto mar, allá en su cumbre,  /  in this vast sea, there up its top,
hallo para mi anhelo puerto y calas.  /  I find for my longing port and coves.
 
Este oscuro manto que se ilumina  /  This dark mantle that is illuminated
con titileos de almas de cristal,  /  by clinkings of crystal souls,
trae a mi mente recuerdos sin mal  /  brings to my mind memories without evil
y otros tristes vientos de dura espina.  /  and other sad winds of hard thorn.
 
Mas es la pálida luz de la luna,  /  However is the pale moonlight,
corazón sin latido en este cielo,  /  heart without beat in this sky,
quien con sus mudos cánticos me acuna.  /  who with its mute chants cradles me.
 
Ella, álgida burbuja de hielo,  /  It, culminating bubble of ice,
me trae sonidos de ayer; la luna  /  brings me sounds of yesterday; the moon
me amanece. Y sonrío. Y vuelo.  /  dawns me. And I smile. And I fly.

ER00EC13

Sonidos de ayer (with ProgRockDan1)

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
>
I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
>
I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
>
LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
>
AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
>
YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
>
MACHINATION....
>
SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
>
A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE




SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE

AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHOROS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET

MACHINATION....

SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION

A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
>
MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY
>
MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
>
NOW THE BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR
>
ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE
>
NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW
>
I’M OUT OF MY MIND
>
EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

Madélainé

I wanted to dance, so i made some music that´s danceable.

I Pop Dance Music Good (You Can Do Oooh-Ooohhh)

13 SESSION(Live)

Theme From The Prisoner

Capturing the sound of one of my favorite bands of all time. Recorded and mixed in Logic Pro X.

Kalima - That Twinkle (Logic Pro Edit)

A deep house remix of the Game of Thrones Main Theme.  

I produced this remix with FL-Studio

The original version is made by Ramin Djawadi

FREE DOWNLOAD

GAME OF THRONES - MAIN THEME (DJ AG REMIX) FREE DOWNLOAD

Short songster song about loneliness in the city I wrote 20 years ago.

Now I've given a jazzy feel in 6/4 to the unique strophe which has only chords E & Em, transitioning to 4/4 rhythm towards the unique 'refrain' line, with up to 3 different chords!

All but drums are 'organic' tracks: bass, pocket sax, guitars and voice.

Translated Lyrics:

Combatir la soledad,  /  To fight loneliness, 
nada fácil a mi edad.  /  not at all easy at my age.
Ser comido por la ciudad,  /  To be eaten by the city, 
combatir la soledad.  /  to fight loneliness.

Quiero creer que estarás en casa esta noche  /  I want to believe you'll be at home tonight.

ER39FI06 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2017

Combatir la soledad (Comido por la ciudad)

from the klute soundtrack composed by michael smalls

09 On The Roof

Hitman: Blood Money (Theme) - Ave Maria

Hello everyone,   I'm sorry, but I can't send any more follow up because my stock (1997 people) of my subscribed artists has been exceeded!                                                                                           
      I'm a self-taught amateur composer for the past fifteen years  in the genre Rock-Surf, Spanish Rock, Rock film-serial noir, neo classic etc...  my music is simple, and my guitar and bass sets are rather minimalist , recorded at home with a little pocket home studio "Micro BR" Roland, sometimes in collaboration for my last pieces with my son Rémi Carpentier at the synthetiser and logitiel FL studio.
My music has already been selected with Groover more than sixty times in Spotify playlists, or various web radio, blogs and media press articles, or for example obtained 104,600 streams on this platform in 2023.  Thank you for all your listening and comments.

Rock connection

P'pa Carpenter