Name: promenade by rosin dust
Duration: 2 min 38 s
Description: https://youtu.be/wklFeuxtLW8?si=nRRpeQR8uLxX-hVr

Harmonically adventurous and always coherent and virtuosic.  And always it seems, one listen is not enough:) Kudos Tatiana on your sublime playing.

lovely mysterious music, really nice mix of sounds

Your music is a joy to listen to Tatiana!

@user-674311787 thank you for these kind words, for listening and reposting!

LULLABY OF THE WAVES.mp3

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/3ROhTHrVNxzfcoLKJvhTbY
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjIFwZ_Puog


The inspiration for this track is a vision where I am not sure whether it is a faint memory from some childhood holiday or whether I have dreamt it  :
Standing on the edge of a rocky cliff, gazing out at the tumultuous ocean below. The waves crashing against the rocks with a thunderous roar, the force of the water sending a spray of mist and foam high into the air. In the distance a lone lighthouse
overlooking the scenery. A glimps of the power and majesty of nature and our own smallness in comparison. 

Composition-wise: The piece consists of three parts (@0:01, @0:59, @1:45) that always start with the same 5 note-motive but then develop into three distinct variations with different characteristics but throughout the track there is a certain sense of dramatic scenery.
The left hand is throughout the piece mostly in octave jumps (which became quite challenging condition-wise at the end of the piece) that segment the 4/4 beat into groups of 3-3-2 (the only notable exception is the part @0:35ff with its chromatic baseline).
The right hand alternates between lyric parts such as in the beginning or @0:59ff and rhythmic syncopic parts such as @2:30ff that leads to the final where the right hand preceeds the left hand by a beat to create a sense of energy.

The track has been recorded on a Roland FP-90 and mastered in Cubase by adding compressor, reverb, a Stereo enhancer and fiddling a bit with the EQ. 
The picture was created with Stable Diffusion.

Lighthouse On The Rocks (Solo Piano)

Weeping crown

Instrumental: Mike Polcari: https://soundcloud.com/mikepolcari
Mix: Garddwr Porffor: https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor
Vocals: Nadia Selvaggi

Billy Squier's The Stroke by Mike Polcari & Nadia Selvaggi

Music by Jussi Welin
Alto horn by georg-boehme

Anymore (Conover/Welin)

https://youtu.be/wklFeuxtLW8?si=nRRpeQR8uLxX-hVr

promenade

Dope Jam Band-TheSmokingTrout
This is my first time participating, but Smoking Trout's other songs are also great, 
so be sure to check out the album! 
Oh~~Yeah! 
Thank U 4 Listening!!!

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals, Lyrics, and Vocal Production

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Lead & Rhythm Guitar funkiness

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Modulated Guitar & Vocaloid melodies

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production

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Catch up with the first 5 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics:

All those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #6)w/ Uziel, Stonerjazz, TexMex Shaman & Tea R.Sea

The Traveller From Nowhere.

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When I was a teenager I loved to write. Sometimes it was poetry, other times short stories, other times it was songs, and I even imagined their music, accepting that perhaps I would never hear them performed. Finally, he also expressed moods, experiences, concerns and desires through simple strokes.


Based on a written line, 5 years ago, I composed music about one of those texts.

Now, thanks to the collaboration of my friend Peter, his impeccable translation, diction and correction of the text, I have been able to incorporate and modify said composition, but, obviously, with text in English.

Thank you Peter, again, for your enthusiasm and help.

Lyric.

The Traveller from Nowhere

Like a whisper that drifts on the breeze. Our eyes fixed on each other,
watching time slither by. Time that ends beyond the lifespan of people and
the backdrop of their murmuring.

It seems I don't know where I'm from or where I'm going. I think and feel like
the traveller from nowhere, either crossing great distances, or, perhaps,
locked in a tiny room. Never to leave.

I imagine I am someone I am not, incarcerated and blind, ignorant of the
counting of the days, a spectator watching his own life trickle past himself,
wasted.

Thus I become a random observer from here, my place, failing to understand
with my diffuse logic all that surrounds me, and the banalities of the human
condition: evil, value, love, desires, and countless other emotions, character
traits.

Indeed, I am suffused with these emotions, emotions on which I greedily
feed, trying to comprehend, dissect and analyse the secret triggers that
generate them, all within an eternal search whose horizon is infinite. So, in
the end, when all is said and done, I realise that I know neither where I'm
from nor where I'm going... then, and only then, finally, do I grasp my destiny.

I am the one who once was somewhere, or possibly not. The one who
imagines worlds and lives but never really lives them. The nomadic one who
becomes that curious traveller from nowhere; surreal, anonymous, ethereal,
imaginary……drifting on the breeze.


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13 tracks of native instruments and the Xewton forum.

4 imini Arturia tracks.

4 track flowtones synth

1 xpad track

3 tracks kv331

DAW. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad.

Thank you for your comments.

Paco

The Traveller From Nowhere (2023) Narrated By Peter

# Indie Electro vibe 
 
New single Shape Shifter to be released on 16th November all major streaming services. 
A song based around relationships 
that move and change due to different circumstances to suit the mood. And how ever toxic that might be there’s always an element to missing these people when you say goodbye.
A Shaper Shifter indeed ! 


V1
You moved your face to rest 
upon  my cheeks
And I could feel your eyelashes tickling making me weak 
It made me flutter with electricity 
I knew this moment was the last
one for me 
If just one more night before you leave 
The bed will be to big without you my darling your in need 

Chorus 
Shape shifting chameleon
You go from black to white
Every single night
You go from blue to green 
Depending on the scene
Whatever colour takes you 
As long as your seen
Red to yellow back to green 
shape shifting chameleon 
if you know what I mean


Verse Bridge
If just one more night before you leave 
The bed will be to big without you my darling in need 

V2
And when I touch the cold pressed white cotton sheets
It’s a reminder that’s were you used to sleep 
And maybe I’m a little deluded into thinking you’ll come back
After all that’s been said and done Im the man who told you to pack
It’s not because I was punching above my welter weight
It was the fact that you’re always showing a different face 

Chorus 
Your a Shape shifting chameleon
You go from black to white
Every single night
You go from blue to green 
Depending on the scene
Whatever colour takes you 
As long as your seen
Red to yellow back to green 
shape shifting chameleon 
if you know what I mean

Outro

Your a Shape shifting chameleon
You go from black to white
Every single night
You know what I mean

Shape Shifter  -  Conscience of Kings

http://www.youtube.com/@sangnamMUSIC

Whispers of the Late Afternoon(늦은 오후의 속삭임)

In the late afternoon, as shadows lengthen,
Amid the quiet steps wandering through the forest,
A beautiful melody flows,
And a cool breeze stirs the leaves.

Along the forest path,
Forgotten memories gradually come back to life,
Whispering softly,
Telling ancient tales.

In the deep silence of the forest,
My heart slowly finds peace,
The comfort of nature embraces my soul,
Even loneliness feels warm.

Whispers of the Late Afternoon(늦은 오후의 속삭임)

Music composed in 2014 only with native Music Studio 2 instruments.

Back then I only used MS2 and Alchemy.

One of the last compositions before using kv 331 and other synthesizers.

It is fully remixed and equalized.

I have 7 new tracks, but due to the covid 19, I can't edit them properly in my "sound studio", which is no other than my car.

It’s an old theme, but I will appreciate your opinions.

Take care.

The ghost kingdom (TR)

I live playing...
живу играя...
(violin
скрипка)

 
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC75yod6RSSe4JLRdhnW8StA

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