Gorgeous, rich vocals over lush, laid back beats. What a great combo : )

This isn’t just a song, it’s a dream that remembered itself mid-melody. Sandra’s voice doesn’t just sing, it glides in like velvet fog and inhabits you. I didn’t listen to “My Dreams” I floated through it, like a candle flame being gently carried downstream by memories I didn’t even know were mine. Every note feels like a soul exhale. Every phrase glows with a kind of holy ache, the kind you can’t name but definitely feel in your chest, right behind the ribs where the light sometimes leaks out.

June 2025 - Part 4

Le ciel , une source d'inspiration inépuisable.
The sky, an inexhaustible source of inspiration.

LA BALLADE DES NUAGES Patrick Picault

Pour tous ceux qui sont nostalgique du combi Volkswagen des années 70 , le fameux Bulli , et qui ont voyagé avec lui dans leur jeunesse 😃
For all those who travelled in a Volkswagen combi in their youth 

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER

J'ai roulé ma bosse 
Quand j'étais un gosse
Dans un combi couleur de l'arc en ciel
Une fenêtre sur le monde
Pour moi petite tête blonde
Avec mon père , ma mère et l'essentiel

Bulli ma maison on the road
Bulli ma maison d'évasion
Bulli ma jeunesse on the road
Bulli ma jeunesse d'horizon

J'ai traversé des frontières
Croisé des sœurs et des frères
Qui m'adoptaient en jouant simplement
Des amitiés sans ombre
Et qu'importe la langue et le nombre
Y'a de la place dans le cœur des enfants

REFRAIN

J'ai grandi sur les routes
Passé entre les gouttes
De rivières sauvages en océans
Une vie sous tous les temps
Partir où nous portaient les vents
Et s'endormir autour d'un feu de camp

REFRAIN

Je voudrais tant retrouver
Ces années de liberté
Kerouac tes pages s’effacent doucement
Mon vieux Bulli est parti
Roule t'il encore aujourd'hui
Au petit bonheur la chance comme avant !

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER Février 2024

I've lived through a lot of things
When I was a kid
In a rainbow-colored van
A window on the world
For me little blonde head
With my father, my mother and the essentials

Bulli my home on the road
Bulli my escape house
Bulli my youth on the road
Bulli my youth on the horizon

I crossed borders
Crossed paths with sisters and brothers
Who adopted me simply by playing
Friendships without shadow
And no matter the language or the number
There's room in every child's heart

CHORUS

I grew up on the road
Passed between the drops
From wild rivers to oceans
A life in all weathers
Wherever the winds took us
And fall asleep around a campfire

CHORUS

I would so much like to return
Those years of freedom
Kerouac your pages are slowly fading
My old Bulli is gone
Is it still rolling today
Just like before!

Bulli  TRANSLATED

My Dreams

* Black Magic Woman \ ISWC : T-010.134.179-0                                                      
  Author : Peter Green \ Publisher : Bourne Music LTD \   Released : 1968                   
                                               * Oye Cómo Va \ ISWC : T-070.160.611-2
Author : Tito Puente \ Publisher : Planetary Music Publishing Corp \ Released : 1962
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My niece's wedding party on August 30th, 2003.
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Santana's music, for the Nguyens it's a family story...      
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Solo guitar : Jean
Bass guitar : Khanh
Synth, Arrangement & Vocal : Phong
Recorded : August 30th, 2003
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Medley "Black Magic Woman - Oye Cómo Va" - Cover (Santana)

We are pleased to present track 4 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Haunting One Seven

Velveteen

Quartet #2 in A Major

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, & production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum

This song began as one of Joe's catchy songs, originally written with all the instruments. He & SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani wrote the lyrics about becoming a musician. Joe offered this song to Josh who immediately shared it with the EC gang.
Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen then matched Tez's energy with guitar fills in the second half of the song. Then Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo, using an arpeggiator to get a kind of mechanical sound that matched the AI theme. Finally, one of our resident pros, Stephen, expertly mixed and mastered it. 
This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, & don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting it together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, & gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Lyrics by Michele Ansani & Joe Stroffolino
Music by Joe Stroffolino (@joseph-stroffolino)

When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed & every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar & I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day & most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become an expert at your craft
(“Chorus”)
But now all it takes is two commands & an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum & sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe & beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment 
I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming & saved it onto my PC
The internet & technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok & SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest & no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
(repeat “Chorus”)

AI Sucks (The Eclectic Collective)

Punching Bag (G. Di Nunno)

I looked inside my heart, found it wasn't cold
My head feels quite heavy from bullshit I've been sold
The longer that I gaze, listen to advice
All well-meant with feeling while trying to be nice.

I'm holding all the keys, money down the sink
A beat-down and losing before I even blink
Be positive and smile--Oh, for goodness sake!
I'll stay put and wallow; that's one thing they won't take!

Understand I have to vent
Nothing more than let it out
Sailing smooth a boat comes first
Mine has holes and nothing worse
Than feeling like a punching bag!

Learn to duck
A step a move
Take a punch
Counter strike!
Get knocked down
Get back up
Feel the rage
Knockout blow!
Start the count
Raise my arm
Victory!

In every life you'll wear the dirt
Bear the scratches and the scars
Favored odds with dramatic tales
Doused the flames beneath the stars.

Battered about by endless storms
Credit earned--the grounds soon dry
Yes it's true that it all works out
Look back just to wave good-bye!

All lyrics and music composed and performed by Gino Di Nunno
Any mistakes discovered were left in on purpose.
Copyright 2025.

#1. Punching Bag



[Verse]
You say you hate me
Yeah
I say I hate you
Too
So let's stop fakin'
Yeah
And do what lovers do

[PreChorus]
I can feel the tension risin'
No need for us to fight it
Long time comin'
No need to hide it

[Chorus]
I wanna be with you
In a real way
Too
Don't say you don't want to
Long time comin'
You know you do

[Verse 2]
You say you need me
Yeah
I say I need you
Too
But not completely
Yeah
And not like lovers do

[PreChorus]
I can feel the tension risin'
No need for us to fight it
Long time comin'
No need to hide it

[Chorus]
I wanna be with you
In a real way
Too
Don't say you don't want to
Long time comin'
You know you do

[Bridge]
Just let me show you (Just let me show you)
The things that lovers do (Lovers do)
I know you want me
Too (I know you want me, too)
Long time comin'
You know you do

[Verse 3]
You say you're broken
Yeah
I say I'm broken
Too
But we keep hopin'
Yeah
Let's start actin like we meant to

[Chorus]
I wanna be with you
In a real way
Too
Don't say you don't want to
Long time comin'
You know you do

[Outro]
So let's stop runnin'
Yeah
Long time comin'
Yeah
I wanna be with you
Yeah
Like lovers do




Long Time Comin

DREAM ON !

Facing it all

Beached Boys (2025)

But "I´m not that kind of man"! That´ s what a friend said looking for a partner for life checking the "Small Ads"!
Long before "Parship" we had so called "Eheanbahnungsinstitute" in Germany (lit. transl. leads a bit astray ..something like" Institutes for Marriage Initiation/Negotiation" ;) anyway these marriage agencies offered "models" on display of both sexes in their glossy brochures (nobody got to see or even meet these  good looking Ladies and Gentlemen!)
Hubert and I had the idea for a song with an ironical story ..we both liked the chorus lines I came up with...and the demo was made in almost no time... here it is..  better use Headphones!

Music     Hubert Stytz
Lyrics     Pee Gee

Lyrics

You want me six foot tall, blonde and smart
A gentleman with a broken heart
If I approve of a candlelight dinner
I´ve got it all it takes to be your winner
You want me strong, tough and generous
Full of esprit, good manners, humerous
A passionate naturelover by all means
I could almost be the man of your dreams

Maybe I´m not that kind of man
Maybe I´m just the way I am
Full of life and open to almost everything

You need a shoulder for your sorrow
A lover for today and tomorrow
One for romance, one for the money
One for  the heart ,one for your appetite ..

Mabe I´m not that kind of man.......

Let´s talk straight, I´m not that kind
Your wishful thinking makes you blind
Let´s say, I´m  just a curious guy
And you are a curious girl

Maybe I´m not that kind of man
Maybe I´m just the way I am
So if you try me be aware
I´m still untrained....

Maybe I´m not that kind of man................

Not That Kind Of Man

song i wrote and now been recorded by a pro and it sounds good even if i do say so myself

the bird

Strane percepcije

Pucketa stvarnost

Just a Girl Coping With Life's Challenges...
Lyric Video :
https://youtu.be/3uzyoFHTPyw?si=WN1YXvtgQS--3ikw

UNSTILL WATERS

About Me
Hi, I’m Krissie 💜 I have high functioning autism, which I proudly call a gift, though sometimes it drags me into beautifully bonkers territory. I played saxophone for over ten years (seriously, I could wail).. until I got ill and my arms went on strike. But music? It stuck around. So now I do what I can, I write, engineer, and produce my own songs, shaping them with whatever magic I’ve got left, plus a few emotional plot twists. I mostly post them here on SoundCloud because, let’s be real, this place is easier to manage than the rest of the digital circus.

Since joining, I’ve met some incredible, like minded humans, some aliens too I'm pretty sure. If you want to be friends, yay! Come say hi, I don’t bite unless provoked 🐍 Just please don’t offer to promote me or “grow my following.” This isn’t a career move, it’s not business, this is soul work, glitter therapy, a creative outlet with mood swings. I’m here for the music, the honesty, the connections that don’t feel like marketing.

PSA: I’m a little insane. Hahaha. But in a “lost my sock under the bridge of my own song” kind of way. 🎶🧦💫

To the SoundCloud community, thank you 💜

All my life, I’ve had to hide who and what I am. I’ve never been what the world calls “normal.” As I say in 'I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive"', my brain just isn’t wired the way it should be. I’ve been called weird, not right in the head, bonkers, even crazy. So I learned to mask, to shrink, to pretend. But here.. here, I get to breathe. To be.

And it’s not just the music. It’s the comments, the replies, the strange and sparkling conversations where I finally feel like I don’t have to filter myself. I can be full volume, full chaos, full heart, and somehow, that’s not just accepted, it’s welcomed.

You beautiful humans (and possibly aliens) have given me something I never thought I’d find, a place to be fully myself. To speak how I feel, to show what I see, and to turn it all into sound and words without shame. The way you’ve welcomed me, supported me, seen me, there are no words. (Yes, I know. Me. The Queen of Words. Speechless. Don’t get used to it.)

My heart is so full of love and gratitude, I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t burst into glitter. Thank you. All of you. From the very bottom of my shoelaces 🖤🎶🧦

PS: I think I may have reached my final form. Please advise the fridge accordingly. 🧃🌀👽

My Dreams

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