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Calm and Steady tracks series no. 512

created: 2025/01/30

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Que saudade Odessa

Let The Music

Copy of Que saudade Odessa

Elpiverse

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 new

Lines Of Obscurity

Road For Life

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round the sonic hearth, for we're about to embark on a musical expedition that will tantalize your auditory senses and transport you to a realm where sound becomes a time machine. This is more than just a track; it's a sonic journey through the ages, a gastronomic feast for the ears.

Our melody is a guitar-based masterpiece, a siren's call that beckons you into the unknown. Picture not one, but two guitars, their parts doubling and intertwining like old lovers meeting after a long separation. It's a dance of strings that paints intricate patterns across your mind.

But here's where it gets truly mesmerizing – angular harmonic ideas that twist and turn like a serpent through the musical landscape. The harmonies defy convention, leading you down a labyrinthine path of sonic exploration. Your ears won't believe what they're hearing.

And then, the deep bass arrives, a rumbling undercurrent that resonates within your very core. It's the heartbeat of this composition, a primal force that anchors you to the ancient soil of the Sierra Norte here in Mexico.

Ah, but we're not done yet. The piano steps in, its keys a portal to nostalgia. It weaves a melancholic tale that tugs at your heartstrings, like the echoes of a long-lost memory.

Now, let's talk about the feel of the ancients. This isn't just music; it's a spiritual journey. It's as if the ghosts of the Sierra Norte have found a way to communicate through sound. Close your eyes, and you can almost see them, the indigenous people who once roamed these lands, leaving their indelible mark on the very air we breathe.

As the notes swirl and dance, you'll find yourself ensnared in elusions of psychedelic experiences, like a shamanic ritual conducted by ancient gods, their names long forgotten but their presence still lingering in the hidden corners of our minds.

But don't be fooled, for there's a hint of the creepy, a shadowy figure that lurks just out of sight. It's the yin to the composition's yang, a reminder that even in the most awe-inspiring moments, there is a touch of darkness.

This composition is a testament to the Sierra Norte, a place where every tree tells a story, and every rock whispers the secrets of time. It's inspired by the walks in these woods, the people who call this place home, and the ancient souls who once walked this hallowed ground.

So, my friends, prepare to be transported to a world where music becomes a portal to history, where the past and present collide in a symphony of emotions. It's a feast for the ears, a journey for the soul, and an experience you won't soon forget. Bon appétit, or should I say, buen provecho! 🎸🌲🎶 

#SonicExpedition #SierraNorteSoundscapes #MusicalFeast #AncientWhispers

Ancient Harmonic Sueño

Connections

Blue Rondo à la Turk

A New Day

No dicen nada.

Tremenda balacera hubo en un barrio.
No se si me da el pico pa contarlo.
Hoy dos gorriones miran para arriba
y se ha reunido a tanta comitiva.

Cuendo pasé ya todos lo sabían.
Caídos dos, ninguno se movía.
Al fierro lo encontraron en el carro.
Ya listo pa tirar algun petardo.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada

Sus caras enterradas en el barro.
Algunos dicen que fueron sicarios.
Y otros que  estos pibes ya tenían
alguna vaina con la policia.

Los chicos van llenando sus agujeros.
Con goles en el arco del potrero.
Y saben que la muerte es una espina,
que vive a cada vuelta de la esquina.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada.


Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Master
Santiago Sotomayor

Cancion original 2015

No dicen nada

No Dicen Nada

04 ЭЮЯ - Sme5

A song written by a good friend of mine. He asked me to sing it as he needed to distance himself from it.  

Hello Brother (wot do you see)

Vidéo réalisée par  Muette : https://youtu.be/vLZYgKfl-sc

La femme que j'aime    (Translated after the French text )
Texte :                  Chépa
Vidéo et chant:    Muette
Musique  :             Alain Illos

La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Il n’y a pas de problème
Mais elle ne m’aime pas
La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Et ses rêves la promènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Au petit matin blême
Le silence et le froid
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Et ses pensées l’emmènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Me laisse à mes poèmes
Elle, trime pour l’état
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Et son chemin la mène
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Elle est toute légère
Elle sourit même je crois
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Et son élan l’entraîne
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Se plaint d’une migraine
D’un rhume ou du froid
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Éprise d’une étreinte
D’un autre homme que moi
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Me laissant son empreinte
Son odeur dans les draps
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Et depuis mes poèmes
Ne parlent que de toi

The woman I love

The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
There is no problem
But she doesn't love me
The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
And her dreams take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Has lunch in front of me
In the early morning
Silence and cold
The woman I love
Has breakfast in front of me
And her thoughts take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
Leaves me to my poems
She toils for the state
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
And her path leads her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Leaving work already
She's so light
She's even smiling I think
The woman I love
Leaving work already
And her momentum carries her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
Complains of a headache
A cold or the cold
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
In love with an embrace
Of a man other than myself
The woman I love
Left a month ago
Leaving her mark on me
Her scent in the sheets
The woman I love
Left a month ago
And since then my poems
Speak only of you

La femme que j’aime  avec Muette

Head Stone Pavement

https://30gradx.bandcamp.com/track/super-discount-moments

Super Discount Moments 2

Video: instagram.com/p/DLvL8eFoubs

Vocals (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): Elpiverse
Two Guitars (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): @counterworlds-voltage
Mix & Mastering: Elpiverse
Production: @counterworlds-voltage & Elpiverse
Artwork: Elpiverse
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Medusa

Countdown

Hello friends this track i wrote together with good friends. My mother also played a role in this. It was a fun activity. I had never made deephouse myself. I got a lot of inspiration by listening to kygo.

Endless Summer

Manso Sereno

just enjoy this new experience of life or music

Liberty In Motion

Remember the magic of the childhood and the wild days. It might still work. 
Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics
When we were young, we were able to fly
No fear no doubt, pain just passed by

Remember The Magic

The world was big, a space for dreams
It was crowded by possibilities

Remember The Magic

We made some miracles come true
What you desire and what you dream is up to you

Remember The Magic - Neli CoKo

Emisarios   

La noche me encima queriendo desanimar.
la lluvia decide trayendo un tesoro
Es agua del cielo, me dijo prestá atención.
Sos hijo del suelo, sos savia, sos bendición.
hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos.
y a su corazon recibo igual.


El tiempo me envuelve, sumando me arrastra,
Mi alma y el cielo, son fuego que basta.
Son flama que grita, son guerra sin rendición,
son  furia del trueno, caida y resurrección.
Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos
y a su corazon recibo igual.

Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos locos
y a su corazon recibo igual. 

Letra y Música: Pichy Sotomayor
Picture: Princess Mononoke by Hayao Miyazaki (1997)

Emisarios

A song about the ultimate bond, one of unconditional love and complete surrender. 

Singing video: https://www.instagram.com/p/DKe2HPgoxd5/

Vocals (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): Elpiverse
Keyboards (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): @counterworlds-voltage
Mix, Mastering: Elpiverse (with valuable guidance from @counterworlds-voltage)
Production: @counterworlds-voltage, Elpiverse
Lyrics: Elpiverse
Cover Art: Elpiverse

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Breathe

Dreaming of the light 
Sleeping by your side

Breathe

Breathe

Umbilical Love

Eternal Love

It's strange... but it always made me think of frogs... :-) real groove control  ;-)

Freaky Frog

Original track here: https://soundcloud.com/user-659662265/make-some-noise

Make Some More Noise

thanks to Martin for the work done on this loop

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-story-time-with-marty-mcmuphin


Lyrics
A young man, making his way to South Town by Bicycle, was abruptly stopped in his tracks
by a wandering tortoise.
The Bicycle jerk forwarded his suddenly pushed on the brake, an open can of energy drink
was then flung from his free hand, spilling over the tortoise.
The tortoise became super charged and sped away, clocking 100 miles per hour.
Ostropper, what he just witnessed, the man fainted, falling sideways from his bicycle,
later awakening in his basement with tabs of LSD, littered



Un jeune homme, se dirigeant vers South Town à vélo, a été brusquement arrêté dans son élan.
par une tortue errante.
Le crétin du Vélo a présenté sa soudaine pression sur le frein, une canette ouverte de boisson énergisante
a ensuite été projeté de sa main libre, se répandant sur la tortue.
La tortue est devenue super chargée et s'est enfuie, atteignant 100 milles à l'heure.
Ostropper, ce dont il vient de voir, l'homme s'est évanoui, tombant de côté de son vélo,
se réveillant plus tard dans son sous-sol jonché des comprimés de LSD,

BREAKING NEWS.  🎧

When The Wind Blows

rare groovin crossover vibes... cat in cool motion

HardFonkey

Delta Angel

My father (1964) and I...he, like me, loved music his entire life. He played bass in various bands. He started with the double bass, later switching to the electric bass. We shared a passion, and he was always a role model for me. He loved jazz, swing, and big band the most...and I will never forget you.

Bassonova

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted