As Close as Can Be

As Close As Can Be

Echoes of Hope

Inviting vocals by Anais Giulia @user-520332251
Sounds and words by Box Number Twelve
Image by Anais Giulia

Look Into My Eyes (Teaser)

This is an alternate version of this song which was originally released by The Eclectic Collective in October of 2024. Thank you for giving it another listen!! 

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – bass, guitar, synth, main drums, percussion, composition, production and mix

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  electric sitar

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– percussion, additional drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – traditional gourd form body sitar and lap steel



New String Theory (The Eclectic Collective) remastered July of '25

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and compostion
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST timbale, production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and synth
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HSS electric guitrar
This song began as Carl's tribute poem to our drummer, Ken. Carl came up with the chord progression and started a project, to which he invited the rest of us. This is the third song Eclectic Collective has done that is a tribute by Carl to one of our members.  We couldn't feel more honored than to be the subjects of his wild and boundless creativity.
  Fittingly, Ken was first in line to add his magnificent drums. Once we had drums, Josh had something to work with to add his bass, which he did shortly after the drums were up. Mark paid the project a visit next, helping out with a bit of production editing, and dropping in a mad percussion solo using his VST timbale drums. Stephen jumped in soon after, adding the melodic electric guitar riffs that appear throughout. Not to be outdone, JJ added some sonically thickening electric piano, as well as the throwback psychedelic synth that pops up towards the end. Finally, Tez came along and added the electrifying solo that appears about a third of the way in, as well as the one at the end. 
  Once the recording was finished, we turned it over to Stephen to mix in his always professional manner. 
  This song is all about our very talented teammate and brother, Ken, and it is well deserved, too. As mentioned, this is the third song from Carl about one of us. It's hard to describe the feeling of having someone who you respect take the time and energy to think about you in such a positive way as to produce a song about you. Then to have all your buddies join in to amplify it to a solid song is just mind-blowing. We are all very grateful to Carl for not only sharing his music with us, but for his thoughtful consideration of each of us as subjects. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Perfect Dark:
Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture

Rhythmic mountain maestro
Each day, graft, working hard
So kids can eat
Bruised back sees very best of yard

Still, beats get born of evenings
Deep love finds joules to jam
May generation X soothe meaning
Let's teach the younger pussies what we can

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture
Sticks in hand
Cymbals a floating
Snare and bass backbone gland
Tom'ed Ringo Star man keep quoting
Keep life steady paced by hand

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave



Rhythmic Mountain (Eclectic Collective)

Mahan Mahan is responible for the orchestration and mix(coverart)
TexMex Shaman on electric guitar and Mastering(coverart)
the poem and voice by stonerjazz(coverart)
 
the nature of their being by jeff gardiner 

 ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of their being--

The Nature of their Being-with TexMex Shaman and Mahan💀Mahan

Remix of a Romeo void song never say never

I Might Like You

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

SETTLED SCORES NO 3

Dedicated to all those who have ridden the trauma train 🖤
Watch the video: https://youtu.be/fYiQFKTn5OU

Trust
noun
Firm belief in the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing; confidence or reliance.
"trying to gain our clients' trust; taking it on trust that our friend is telling the truth."
The condition and resulting obligation of having confidence placed in one.
"violated a public trust."
One in which confidence is placed.
- The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition

Once broken, trust is often irreparable...
We place our trust in a corrupt society / government / people / technology
(Thus becoming the guinea pigs of behavioural engineering / manipulation)
We are gaslit
Being lied to is normal
We are programmed to believe that we are weak / not enough
We are taught to seek outside ourselves
We are whittled away / divided / disengaged / enslaved
We choose to give our power away due to fear

We allow this

Ignorance is not an excuse

Rise up
Claim your power
Find / know yourself
Reject the narrative
Pain is power
Don't run from it
You are the creator of your experiences
You need nothing but faith in yourself
In you are all things
All possibilities
Be real
At any cost
The cost of illusion is lament
Be a true and trustworthy human being
The rewards are beyond description
🖤
Do you trust yourself
To live an authentic life? 

Blind Trust

Sin Werk

Hello my dear friends. I seek and love music that gives me goosebumps.  I 'm looking for it through experiments with rhythms, sounds and harmony.  So far I haven't succeeded yet.  Music is my life. I’m Fred, 70 years, born in Diest, Belgium on August 8, 1954.  I am grateful for all the given likes and comments, for all the listeners and followers here on SC or on all the other streaming services where my music is publiced. I’m also grateful to all these artists and musicians who put their beautiful music on SC.  Thanks everyone.  Keep it healthy.  Take care of each other and sow peace!

From Wikipedia: In Greek mythology, a satyr, sater (UK /ˈsætə/, US /ˈseɪtər/;[1] Greek: σάτυρος satyros,[2] pronounced [sátyros]) is one of a troop of ithyphallic male companions of Dionysus with goat-like features and often permanent erection.[3] Early artistic representations sometimes include horse-like legs, but in 6th-century BC black-figure pottery human legs are the most common.[4] In Roman Mythology there is a concept similar to satyrs, with goat-like features: the faun, being half-man, half-goat, who roamed the woods and mountains.[5] In myths they are often associated with pipe-playing. Greek-speaking Romans often used the Greek term saturos when referring to the Latin faunus, and eventually syncretized the two. (The female "Satyresses" were a later invention of poets.)
With the characters A and T, my initials, stops every similarity between this description and myself.

As Close As Can Be

sATer

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