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phaedra reads happiness

Para comenzar el año, el programa se divide en dos sets: en la primera media hora @ois-agver presenta tracks inéditos de su autoria con su característico estilo avant-garde, tribal prehispánico y música ambient; en la otra mitad, @enternetboy comparte obras masterizadas de su presentación en Surrey Muse y pistas experimentales de un álbum futuro.

Artwork: https://instagram.com/vda.adv

En Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/viadeacceso/via-de-acceso-18-radio-ensayo-20122/

Vía de Acceso

Showcase: Vía de Acceso 18 @ Radio Ensayo (20.1.22)

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Pick Me

Me siento... bien(?)(polo y pan)

Bell.wav

https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/forgotten-path-open-collab

This is just a quick slowed mix with a few effects. I'll probably do a proper remix eventually.

Drag Me To The Forgotten Path (Remix)

This song first got started in a solo synth jam session in 2015. I left it alone for a long time, 95% finished, in 2022 I added the arpeggiated part which in my opinion finished off the song nicely.

Royalty free photos from Canva.

Indigo Rapid

The View From The Overlook In Starlight - Instrumental

BCXG - Landing (Jungle Mix)

Message the Nicolas-2025

This is a short story of a young boy whose grandmother has a flair for portraying her Irish roots whenever her grandson comes to visit. Although it's all just in fun, the boy grows up to remember fondly those days of singing and adoring her with every moment.

Music written and performed by Craig Durgy
With production and backing vocals by Nat Daniels / Gentle Rain Records
©2025 Craig Durgy

Lyrics:
When I was a little boy, to Grandma’s house I’d go
The day would fly, no wonder why, cause, God, I loved her so
In the garden, singing songs and, taking walks to say
“Hi” to all the folks we knew, that lived along the way

Toora is what, I would call her, 
How she’d end each day
Singing, Too-Ra-Loo-Ra, oh, how I love ya
God keep thee I pray

Grandma Toora, born near Boston, she had Irish roots
Just a hint of Irish brogue and a pair of bright green boots
We’d sit on the porch at dusk, before ‘twas time for bed
She’d spin yarns of leprechauns, to fill my little head

Toora is what, I would call her, how she’d end each day
Singing, Too-Ra-Loo-Ra, oh, how I love ya
God keep thee I pray…
Toora is what, I would call her, how she’d end each day
Singing, Toora-Loora, oh, how I love ya
God keep thee I pray
God keep thee I pray

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RDT