Your experiments are so well put together ❤️you have a gift when it comes arrangements and production 🔥🔥🔥

I always enjoy your sonic exploration ❤️❤️always sounds fresh 🔥🔥🔥

What an incredible performance ! You dare a lot of things in your music. Highly technical and really brilliant.

Gets better for every listen ❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥

A-Singularity

Chanson composé pour ma conjointe.

Song composed for the love of my life.

Wind of love

Wind Of Love

Julie

Emperor's Greatness

In video form here https://www.instagram.com/p/Coj6SsXgmIx/ and here https://youtu.be/nNEdX8Cq7ac

Splinternet

platinum

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Keyboard, Bass, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Cosmic Keanu - Vocals, Lyrics

Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxpFYmJexFA

Lyrics: 

I hear a call from deep inside
Calling me back to the source
To the space 
where
I once belonged

When the change is complete
Is there nothing left of me?
light reflects
eternity

What seemed solid now dissolves
And the past is washed away
Is it fear that holds
the truth at bay?

When the change is complete
Is there nothing left of me?
light reflects
eternity

As the waters cascade down
Reminding us where we belong
Healing us in 
serenity

What seemed solid now dissolves
And the past is washed away
Is it fear that holds
the truth at bay?

As the waters cascade down
Reminding us where we belong
Healing us in 
serenity

Flowing through eternity
We'vw been here before
The search will end
When we seek no more

Photoemission (Brian Butts & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

Parfums d'avant


  Dans la vie de simples symboles,  coupures d'esprit 
regards noirs s'envolent
 longues facéties annonces désinvoltes, du sang meurtri, 

 Tout n'est pas différent, il y a le temps qui se prolonge 
Sur le fil de nos songes, les lumières disparaissent
Laissons les bons moments, survivent étonnamment
Dans des grains de poussière, en suspends, en l'air



 Tous les mots d'amour se réduisent un jour dans les sources en cours et les pas de velours.
Ils résistent aux feux, ils résistent au vent, ils voyagent par tous les temps.
Inscrits dans nos mémoires, ils survivent au temps, gracieux, ils demeurent vivants
ils sont des charbons ardents , sur lesquels les ans, ne laissent pas de blancs

 C'est au fil du temps  des beaux moments on regarde enfant
les sables mouvants
visages étranges et faux semblants  bonbons sucrés regorgent d'amitié
les bons moments illustrent le temps des parfums d'avant
nos plus beaux chants
 des charbons ardents, sur lesquels les ans, ne laissent pas de blancs

Parfums D'avant

Will the lonely oak tree remember the embrance of its sisters? 
What will she fell when she shades the men who left her orphan?
Will the human being ever learn that without enviroment there is no future for humanity?
Will it then be too late?

THE TREE THAT WAS FOREST

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Japanese Artist.Painter.Guitarist.Bassist.Musician.Haiku Poet.
Thank you so much, indeed.

A-Singularity

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]

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