Analog Beings

The main riff of this is monkeyed from widerstehe doch der sünde by J.S. Bach. Another tribute to my father, who loved Bach.

I Know That You're Gone

This track is inspired by the words of Mr Jon Kabat-Zinn, who is both a great scientist and one of the founders of mindfulness meditation. I have the greatest respect for his wisdom and his work, and I thank him to build bridges between science and philosophy.

Music & mixing by Julien Vescovi
Spoken words by Jon Kabat-Zinn
Flute played by Lou Faedda
Double bass played by Colinne Solet

Locked-in

One Melody

Throughline

Demain peut-être
aujourd'hui plus que jamais nous sommes amenés à prendre conscience d'un changement imminant dans nos fonctionnements, la planète souffre de nos erreurs et il est maintenant temps de tous se rassembler pour un avenir plus prometteur et en paix, car nous sommes tous liés, Mi Taku Oyasin en Amérindien.
Quelques auteurs qui m'ont beaucoup aidés à mieux comprendre, quoi faire :
L'éveil de l'espèce (Neal Donald Walsh)
Jamie Sams, Don Miguel Ruiz.JR, James Riedfield, Dr Deepak Choppra, Eckart Toll, Frederic lenoir, Tom Hartmann, Daniel Meurois...

Texte et musique : Steph Ouna
Paroles :
De nouveau, je déambule dans les vieilles rues et ruines polluées de ce monde
Comme aspiré dans l’engrenage, par l’attraction obligatoire de l’entonnoir
Pour me sentir encore plus à l’aise, plus authentique, sur mes paupières, j’ai mis du noir
C’est sûr, un jour j’en aurait marre, au cas où, je vais alors de ce pas, remplir mon réservoir

Mais que faut-il de nouveau, de moins ou de plus, dix milles prophètes ?
Pour avouer ou reconnaître que sans éveil depuis toujours inlassablement, tout se répète
Alors peut-être un jour tous ensemble accepter, sentir l’urgence de faire enfin marche arrière
Cherchant où ressentant au plus profond de nous, l’univers, peu à peu se rappeler, en redécouvrant la lumière 

C’est une vraie technologie bidon, sans amour, l’intelligence artificielle, l’obsolescence, les addictions, sont des mirages, un enfer
Les fleuves, les rivières, les océans, la source de vie saccagés sans respect, un mystère
8 milliards d’êtres humains, quelques robots, sommes-nous maintenant asses nombreux sur terre ?
Ou bien comptons nous vraiment sur les enfants pour assumer, combler ce vide, l’observateur et l’inventaire ?

C’est une quête qui deviendra bientôt essentiel, universel
Les guerres, la famine, les épidémies enfin bref, tout ce bordel, cruel et sans cervelles
Notre si belle planète bleue a vraiment besoin de soutien, un grand coup de nettoyage de printemps
De fée, d’elfes, de lutins, de gnomes, des êtres évolués qui ont su traverser l’espace et l’infini du temps

Avec le temps, apparemment trop serré, je n’rentre plus dans la cage
Aussi j’espère que vous me comprendrez, pardonnerez mes écarts, mes folies car j’ai volontairement coupé le lien, en libérant l’otage
L’autre soir j’ai très bien senti monter l’agonie, puis l’orage 
Ce fut une question de vie ou de mort
Prisonnier dans les rouages, je voulais juste encore une fois tourner la page

Prise de conscience, demain peut-être, je serai assez clair, je ne ferai plus semblant, sans illusion, j’aurai sans doute perdu la tête
Je viendrais chez toi te chercher, oui tu me reconnaîtras, je serai libre et nu, avec une dette, une lettre
Je te dirai combien je t’aime et je souffre, à ce moment-là, précis, je cesserai de paraître
Ici et maintenant, devenu cher à tes yeux, désormais seulement, alors, je pourrai être.

Demain peut être

Peaking (with Mannequin Shop)

A new version of my original Better World song.  In collaboration with Morten Jeamland. 

Vocals & backing vocals by Heidi K
Lyrics by Heidi K

Production by @mortenjeamland

Cover photo: Heidi K

Better World (new version)

Better World (new version) - Jeamland & Heidi K

je continue des essais mélodiques et harmoniques basés au piano sur l'exploration des intervalles en mineur  mélodique

Au fond de soi

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

North American Rocketball

My Dear

Horse like me

« Fou ou bien » est une chanson folk-rock-pop alternative en français, entre douceur acoustique et énergie brute. Elle parle de ces moments où l’on se demande si suivre son cœur, ses rêves ou ses émotions, c’est être fou… ou simplement vivant.

Fou ou rien

Just having a bit of nostalgic fun for a song I wrote, during the Pandemic…The complete version is on my featured banner! I think I’ve @ finally reached that age.. where this can be a truism .. both in intended positive.. or unfortunate negative… inspired by MisterMark and his posts of isolated parts… hope you enjoy!🙌🕺🏼🙏

It’s All Downhill From Here-Isolated Vocals and Bass Guitar

(ROUGH MIX 13.3.20) THIS IS A ROUGH MIX OF THE SONG WE'RE CURRENTLY WORKING ON. We look forward to posting a more refined mix very soon :)
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LOOK WITHIN:

If hearts were made of steel
We’d forge them to the shapes we wished
If eyes were X-rays
We’d see the pitfalls at our feet

Consciousness is all we know
Confidence will ebb and flow
Consciousness is all we know
Make it better - Take control!

If tongues were silver white  
All our words would come out right
If ears were angels wings
We’d only hear the best of things

Consciousness is all we know
Confidence will ebb and flow
Consciousness is all we know
All we ever can control…….. 

Yeah-yeah-yeah! 
Look within your heart knows everything
Holds the key to all the answers
So go on - ask again
You’ll find the same my friend
Do what you can - the rest will follow

If spines were carved of oak
Their strength would serve to make us bold
If feet were light as air
We’d rise above all things unfair….

Inhale and sense the scent of danger
All these things combine to make us
Is anything as intriguing
When we can touch it’s mystery..?

Consciousness is all we know
Confidence will ebb and flow
Consciousness is all we know
Make it better - Take control! 

Yeah-yeah-yeah! 
Look within your heart knows everything
Holds the key to all the answers
So go on - ask again
You’ll find the same my friend
Do what you can - the rest will follow...
The rest will follow...

B.Moir/M.Davenport

Look Within

Autant de mots et si peu de doute...

Merci à Serge Gainsbourg et son Requiem, à qui j'ai emprunté le riff rythmique en fin de chanson

Mastering by Audio Colors

Sans Moi




Rocky Balboa,  Néo, Zorro
Conan, Rambo et Han Solo 


Tous ces héros qui sont immortels
Et moi
Tous ces braves gens tellement méritants
Et moi 
Autant de mots et si peu de doute 
Sans moi


Ellen Ripley, Clarice Starling
Josey Wales, Bond James 


Tous ces héros qui sont immortels
Et moi
Tous ces braves gens tellement méritants
Et moi 
Autant de mots et si peu de doute 
Sans moi


Dirty Harry, John Mc Lane
Rick Dickard, Martin Riggs


Tous ces héros qui sont immortels
Et moi
Tous ces braves gens tellement méritants
Et moi 
Autant de mots et si peu de doute 
Sans moi

Sans moi

Benjamin Börschinger (guitar)
Timo Petmanson (keyboard, drum machine)

Zürich 2020

Mixing/mastering Remi Teras

Petmanson & Börschinger - Trumimasen [2020]

RhuneStar 3 write, record & produce their own music. Having been inspired by a diverse range of bands & artistes over the years, their music has resulted in an eclectic & sometimes interesting mix of styles & genres.  
 
RhuneStar 3 are :
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Guitars*Bass*Drums*Mandolin*Keys*Backing Vocals 
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Gibson Guitars*Backing Vocals 

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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

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