Cool haunting track, fabulous sounds and ambience!

A supremely well-made and constructed track with so much sonic breathing room and with such a vast sense of space to it all. Amazing how you were able to capture some truly magical moments along the way. Nothing but the finest of production touches !! Awe-inspiring work Lady Ann.

Always productions of a very high quality! I'm impressed!! Well done! 

Deep & darkly mysterious spiritual vibes! Mind tingly performance, Lady Ann! The effects penetrate to the core! 😍😎😎😎😎😎😎💯🙌🏻🔁™💎

such clarity.   great production.  wow.  this is a real beauty.

Remember the Forest: 30 Fantastic new songs from the SoundCloud community

a muterial evolution of the open collab Percussion Mantra by @pablomoretti

https://soundcloud.com/pablomoretti/percussion-mantra-open-collab

Reflections In Concrete - P a b l o | muterial

Pacha Camaq

Pacha Camaq (Original Mix)

My Valuable Friends Janine and Rick, join me to suggest we go back to Mother Nature... 
This was born in the febrile atmosphere of self-isolation. 

@janinelevinson - Incredible vocals
@rick-4-1 - Masterful on the kit
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

INTO THE FOREST

Touch The Great Oak
Bathe in The Stream
Wake Up with The Sun

Into 
The Forest

Uawak
Uawak
Uawak

Touch The Great Oak
Bathe in The Stream
Wake Up with The Sun
Into
The Forest

Huust
Huust
Praah

When I was little
I ran through the grass
Got chased by a lion
But I bit it on the arse
I must have been in my pram with Nunky
Safe with Nunky

L'il Boy!
Are yer safe with Mother, safe with Nunky?
You better run, you better hide!
Li'l Boy!

Run from The City
Run from The City
Run from The City

Give it back to Mother
Give it back to Mother
Give it back to Mother
Now

[Nunky was my childhood headless teddy bear]

© Phil McWalter
Jan 2022

Into The Forest

I know, I know I'm not enough
Bring back the feeling of the love
Too numb to ever feel it stung from you
In time, I know I'll be okay
Just gotta take it day by day
You were always there to pave the way for me
------------------------------------------------
All feeling gone from the way that you are
All limbs are numb and the things that I touch
------------------------------------------------
Well, I'm holding up traffic too much
All of this is on my clutch
Not in the mood for another fight
All these arguements are blind
------------------------------------------------
I know, I know I'm not enough
Bring back the feeling of the love
Too numb to ever knew it stung
Short end, I always seem to get
Wishbone, it breaks before I twist
And now you don't know I exist, well fine
------------------------------------------------
All feeling gone from the way that you are
All limbs are numb and the things that I touch
------------------------------------------------
Well, I'm holding up traffic too much
All of this is on my clutch
Not in the mood for another fight
All these arguements are blind
------------------------------------------------
Waiting in the sunset for someone
To come and save me from the place, I'm done
Hearing voices, static radio
I'm waiting till' I travel down the road

Not Enough

I saw a recent documentary about The Salton Sea. It is a remarkable place and an interesting story.

The Salton Sea

Come on kids you're going on a trip
A trip with Gran and me
Pack your swimming clothes
Your buckets and spades
We'll have fun I guarantee

Jump in the car, strap yourselves in tight
We'll have a jumpin' jamboree
Where we going Gramps, is it somewhere nice?
Are we going to Hawaii

No somewhere better, 
Where Gran and I met
We're going to the Salton Sea 

We're all going
We're all going
Swimming in the Salton Sea

Where are we going
Where are we going
We're going to the Salton Sea


Tell me Gramps, what's that funny smell 
It's horrible, phewee
Look there's a chair in the sand
and some rusty boats
Is this the Salton Sea?

Don't look miserable Gramps
It's very nice
I'm glad you brought us to see

Where Gran and you met
That's the best place on earth
and where I wanna be

The Salton Sea

ハレルヤ　ベイベ　アネモネの　香りのような　きみに会いたい
ハレルヤ　ペイネ　アメフリの　香りのような　きみに会いたい

くるみ色の　愛を待って　手をつないで　蹴り上げる空
ラズベリーのチョコをひとつ　恋人のくちびるに
いろんな国　いろんな人　いろんな歌　世界平和の朝へ
投げりゃあ　おなかもすく　はらぺこのブルース

ゆらゆら　ゆらら
黄色い潜水艦　ゆらら

なんて素敵　キメラの街　地図にはない　きみのこころと
僕は似てて　わかりあえる　花のように　おだやかに
ひかりの森　カフェにふたり　ワインをすこし　世界平和の昼へ
ふわり　酔っぱらって　恋人のそばで泣く

ハレルヤ　ベイベ　音楽と　美しいきみよ　ありがとう
ハレルヤ　ペイネ　喜びと　悲しみの雨よ　ありがとう

くるみ色の　愛を待って　手をつないで　蹴り上げる空
ラズベリーのチョコをひとつ　恋人のくちびるに
なんて素敵　キメラの街　地図にはない　きみのこころと
僕は似てて　わかりあえる　花のように　おだやかに

愛の旅も　恋の旅も　きみの旅も　世界平和の夜へ
続く　くるり踊る　雪どけの　想い出と
こぼれたんだ　いつのまにか　しあわせにも　できたはずなのに
こぼれたんだ　いつのまにか　恋人の側でなく

Peynet (Free Download)

Wheelwright: voice, vocal melody and harmony, lyrics @wheelwright

Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

image by Lani Maynard

Crossing time-zones
Godforsaken deserts
Midnight in transit stations
The illusion of freedom
Written in blood written in stone

It's just an idea
It's just an idea

The twisted wreck
Of a helicopter gunship
A distant call to prayer
Sweet liquorice and bitter cigarettes

It's just an idea [...]

He carries her in his heart
She's all he had now all he has
White knuckles holding fast
His mother's photograph in a young man’s hands

Now everything is lost
Now everything is lost

They say half the future’s buried in the past
But the fallen will not weep for us
When it’s our time to choose

It's just an idea [...]

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Sweet Licorice And Bitter Cigarettes (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

THE BOY - Sir

Everything by THE BOY

Let me groove your brain

Now on major platforms
Click Link ( Spotify )↓ & Enjoy‼️
 : https://open.spotify.com/album/4ho3Iy7az63YcD6Sv7B642?si=qT-yfErnRTWYIhcs-AfWuw

PEACE

Sir＊from 2nd EP "JUSTIFY" On All Platforms Now＊

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Here We Are Once Again(Scraggly Voice Version)
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Verse 1

Well…here we are once again,
Alone in this cafe,
The place we began as friends,
All on a sunny day. 
While everyone else sat outside,
Watching the world go by,
We sat and fell in love,
Thanks to the Lord on high. 

Chorus 
Here we are once again,
At the table where it all began,
Eating food and enjoying life,
And with you … my wife. 

Verse 2

Do you hear the birds outside
Chirping loudly above?
What was passed down from years ago
When we first confessed our love
Overheard when we were young,
And now repeated from the beaks of doves,
Can you hear them? It’s easy. 
They’re all singing our song. 

Chorus 
Here we are once again,
At the table where it all began,
Eating food and enjoying life,
And the desert … you … my wife. 

Verse 3

Oh…I can’t think of anywhere else,
I’d rather be,
Than with the memories of you and I here,
Having our first cup of tea. 
And to cherish this very moment,
With the woman I adore,
Nothing could make me any happier,
Or to want anything more.

Here We Are Once Again

When I saw you the other day
You had your hair pulled back and your head turned down
And a smile on your face

Saying I would trade it all just to have you for a day
I’d give it all away
Just for today

Just you and me 
Just like I think it’s supposed to be

Wherever you want to go Let’s be there hand in hand
Let me be your man

I sing my song for you but you don’t give a damn
How can I blame you when I’ve  been eating out of a garbage can

I see the all of the girls around the block a million times
But you’re the only one who made a home inside my mind

Let me be your homeless man

Let me lay you down in my cardboard fort
Light a pork fat candle or two

 if no one else is around we’ll leave the lights down
 And I’ll make a tinfoil helmet for you

You should see me balance a tv
When I’m rinding my bike down an 8 lane road

Just think of all the cool things we could find
Guess you’ll never know

I sing my song for you but you don’t give a damn
How can I blame you when I’ve been eating out of a garbage can

I’ve see all of the girls around the block a million times
But you’re the only one who made a home in this mind of mine

Let me be your homeless man

Stephen Malson's Album

Lamplight Love

FPM Mix Scorpion 2022 29 09

This one's for Ray and Jimmy and the boys from the Dark Water Band. Thanks for the music and the positivity! : )

State Of Mind Blues

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqwn2My4bZY
Artwork:https://www.deviantart.com/marcosalipio/gallery

The Planets

Solistício

Solisticio Pt 1

You’re never alone with a drone.

Published on SC 1 June 2022.

In the comfort of your own mind

Wind chime reverie

Shabboo Harper began producing her works, including writing lyrics to hers and other musicians' songs, in 2016. She is the author of hundreds of texts and poems. In addition to her own productions [singles and EPs], released on prestigious labels, she also recorded and published some successful collaborative tracks, albums and unique remixes. The variety of genres is immense from Ambient, Chillout through Dark Techno, Hardcore, Witch House, Electronica, Progressive House, Psytrance and Downtempo. In all artistic projects she always uses her own vocals. Shabboo's favorite styles are: Ambient, Chillout, Neo Soul, Industrial, Experimental and Techno. Her creation is strongly associated with dark, gloomy soundscapes full of mystery and sensuality. Often enriched by captivating melodies and differently shaped background. Music inspires in its diversity, while lyrics encourage to deeper reflection...

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