Smooth music for a peaceful walk nice job 👊

A gentle melody and a great sound. Great production.

Beautiful subtleties of creative inner vision!!

Did You know? There`s a korean word for a special kind of rain, so fine and soft, just like mist. They call it MongWoo. 

And as I can confirm, cause I`ve seen that on tv, this rain falls preferably when asian supermodels meet the king to play a round of go.... don´t question it 😁

MongWoo

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

“Atlantic to Adriatic” is an album built on connection — across distance, time, and sound. A collaboration spanning oceans, the record transforms each track into a shared space where field recordings, classical instrumentation, and synthesizers intertwine to evoke memory, place, and movement. Every piece emerges from the intersection of our two worlds — Venice and Boston — bridging geography and time to create something timeless.

▶️ Buy High-Quality Digital Album: https://edoardogastaldi-music.bandcamp.com/album/atlantic-to-adriatic
▶️ Listen on other Platforms: https://sirilrecords.ffm.to/atlantictoadriatic

🔗 Connect with Jay Brewer: ‪www.sirilrecords.com/jay-brewer
🔗 Connect with Edoardo Gastaldi: ‪www.sirilrecords.com/edoardo-gastaldi

Credits below.

Artists: Edoardo Gastaldi, Jay Brewer
Genres: Ambient, Drone, Soundtrack, Space Ambient, Guitar and Piano Instrumental
Original Picture: Edoardo Gastaldi
Cover Art: Edoardo Gastaldi, Davide Fasiello
Mastering: Jay Brewer
Record Label: Siril Records
Release Date: 14/03/2025

© 2025 Siril Records
℗ 2025 Siril Records

Our Life in Reverse (Epilogue)

Hold in On

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

Horror Vacui

Modes About Me - Spider Season

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Spider Season

Sarebbe sciocco restare sani di mente in questo Mondo, tutto ricoperto di vergogna. Peace

Remain Sane

Hommage à Quincy Jones, au regard si triste et si émouvant- 
A tribute to Quincy Jones whose eyes are so sad and so moving

All About Quincy

Photon

Mid tempo rock song written arranged and produced by John H
John Hardman - vocals, guitars
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Cooked Oxide 2

I'm Believin'

I'm Believin' - John Hardman

Fade into the Past

Producer and Composer Score Film, Movie Soundtrack, Epic Cinematic TV Games...
Germany Born, Pavia based, Rino is a multi-instrumentalist, composer, songwriter, producer and sound engineer from Italy.
Specialized in hard rock, psychedelic rock, rock blues, pop, ambient guitar.
Experience with years of studio and live work as a musician and songwriter.

Hold in On

Rino Aparo

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