like a river delta where everything comes together! ☻

Not a poetic name for a song but nevertheless correct. Exact but without personal referens, like registrated like a picture that's been taken by a drone without human intervention! Where lies the beauty: IN the eye of the observer that has to love the object or has been triggered and give love and attention to the object? Your art puts us to think

First i did some thinking, now I give attention to the music and i like the warm vibration of marimba. This track deserves all the love.

Your Mix 3

"Night Drive" avaliable on all streaming platforms!
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3iphfRlLX89XimZmr87N7g
Bandcamp: https://tfm85.bandcamp.com/album/night-drive
AppleMusic: https://music.apple.com/ie/album/night-drive-feat-tensile-force-single/1796426280

Lyrics:

Neon cities
Neon skies
Neon lights
I'm racing the cars
Racing the cars
Racing the cars
Oh racing the cars
Racing the cars

Foot on the gas
Flooding my senses
I let the radio
Feed my brain
That's what I want
That's what I want
Oh that's what I want
That's what I want

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name, by my name

Speeding fast
Chasing the stars
The city's pulse
Beats in my heart
In my heart
In my heart
Oh in my heart
In my heart

In the night
In my car
We cast all aside
We race in the light
Race in the light
Race in the light
Oh race in the light
Race in the light

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name, by my name

The morning comes
The lights are gone
The night moves on
Where I belong, I belong

Night Drive

transmission from a distant planet

From the wonderful Duke Ellington, with a bit of ambient & electronic flavour.
Hopefully, a few moments of calm amidst all the ugly noise.
: )
summer aft on the veranda. breeze in the trees, commuters homeward bound, rainbow lorikeet and chorus (+ couchée du soleil . .

Satin Doll ~ electric sundown

Here's my latest track, Dystopian Dreams.
This one takes a different direction compared to my previous releases, it captures a haunting, immersive dystopian vibe with shadowy synth textures and a slower tempo.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5Wa0g7VQ88lIaJhtMWXxXM
Bandcamp: https://tfm85.bandcamp.com/track/dystopian-dreams

Dystopian Dreams

Hello, beautiful people of Soundcloud

Here's yet another interpretation of this blues gem, a blend of several versions of this song that I adore.

Death Letter Blues

This is a new instrumental experiment in the world of synthwave – featuring a driving four-on-the-floor rhythm. A fusion of retro-futuristic vibes and atmospheric synth textures, this track takes you on a journey through neon-lit streets and distant digital dreams. Perfect for late-night drives, creative sessions, or simply escaping into a world of nostalgia.

Avaliable to stream and download:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/0u4SMCgNW6Yi2q3wZeCiwX
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/hot-pursuit-feat-tensile-force-single/1798078399
Bandcamp: tfm85.bandcamp.com/track/hot-pursuit

Hot Pursuit

Phone recording 10.8.25

Not that I've always got the light. But I've always got the light, to get. 

It's a good job that I don't have any pride
'Cause we're being taken for a hell of a ride
They take our freedom they may take our homes
Throw me in a well I wouldn't be alone 
I have always got the light
I have always got the light
The sins of us adults do the children harm
Old McDonald's got to sell the farm
Sweet indifference causes cancer too
I've got no time to loose I don't know about you
I have always got the light
I have always got the light
Mercy mercy mercy please have mercy on me 
Sweet Lord have mercy on me
I have always got the light
I have always got the light

Always Got the Light

ARTEMIS

Looking for some sounds for another project found these and had to use them...

Picture taken by drone at Bluestone State Park looking at Bluestone Lake WV

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Second collaboration with Hardtop86
>>>>>>>>>>>> @therealHardtop86

RUNNIN (Synthbuster, therealHardtop86)

Lightsource Feat. Out Runner - Neon Skies

Nova 2024  Eosophobia

Savannah Area / Layers Of Air / Evening star/  Woodland

Savannah Area / Layers Of Air / Evening star

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Ambient soundscapes inspired by the Blade Runner universe, relax, chillout and enjoy.

NEXUS - THE DREAMING SPIRES

ambient

Ice Light

I enjoy mashing sounds together that please me...would love to collaborate with like-minded souls...

The tools I have currently are a Samson Graphite 49 midi controller fed into Logic Pro X run on an @pple Studio. A heavily modified Crate branded Electra Guitar, a Crate branded Electra Bass with Wilkonson pups, an Alvarez-Yairi YM-1 Acoustic, a Vangoa Mandolin, a Kmise Ukelele, a mountain Dulcimer and some other noise-making toys fed into a Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 via various mikes.

Likes are nice,
Comments are even better,
But re-posts can get AI to suck us all up even quicker!

All images are ones I've taken unless otherwise specified...prolly Dall-E3

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🌌 Available NOW on Bandcamp — grab your digital copy today and step into the neon! 🌌

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