An ultra-plush sounding track that carries a beautiful sense of weight and balance as it pulses effortlessly through the many dimensions of sound and feeling. Every movement seems to ripple with intention, creating a lush, immersive atmosphere that feels both grounded and otherworldly. Exquisite work not only in the production itself, but also in capturing that captivating essence that lingers long after, especially through the haunting presence of the vocals.

Beautiful and mysterious garden... love it! Excellent work 👏

Beautiful and mesmerizing atmosphere.....

🎭Fabulous Performance Shabboo🎭
🎭love the intro…
leading into this subtle hypnotic beat .. 
🎭feel like I’m being surrounded by a misty London fog as a whispering breeze lures & captivates my senses ..
🎭beautiful composition & arrangement & production 
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻Bravo 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

The Garden

The Garden (Original Mix)

© Joe Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

* Subjective observations
* Selective square dance calls
* Abbreviated golden rule

DoRight

Never have a care or want
Sing out a playful tune
By the famed authority 
Of the silver spoon

Weave the Ring
Dosado 
Alamo style

Fortunes of the pedigree
Afforded to few
Among peers so cavalier 
The devil gets his due 
 
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
  
Ladies In
Men Sashay
Couples Trade
Wheel and Deal 
Yea

Write the rules for all the fools
With style and a smile
Another game played without shame 
Leaving all beguiled

Bend the Line
Ferris Wheel
See Saw 

A never ending story
Of natural selection
For all the fame and glory
And progression of succession  

Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you 

Spin the Top
Walk and Dodge
Box the Gnat 
Shoot the Star 
Yea

DoRight

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

My first 'cover', 2x1 ;) This song is made of variations from the songs 'Bookends' and 'Scarborough Fair', by Simon & Garfunkel. It combines their melodies and chords on 3/4, 6/4. 9/4 & 5/4 signatures, all in medieval folkie jazzy mood, no drums also.
https://soundcloud.com/simon-garfunkel-official: original songs
https://soundcloud.com/burn-it-smith: piano, vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: project, guitars, bass, flute, vocals, production

Preserve Your Memories (with burn.it.smith - original songs by Simon&Garfunkel)

Does mystical materialism exist? Is it a trend or a concept yet to be explored? Are new products being created under this label? We don't know anything about it here, but we've imagined that such a thing might eventually exist, though we don't know if it's for better or worse.

Approaching Mystical Materialism

This little melody is a quiet tribute to the forgotten craftspeople of the past. It speaks to the slow, steady tempo and the sad, wistful mood. 

My ancestor Samuel Björklund (Bircklenius) was a weaver in Turku 1752-1802.

Story about Samuel and weaving industry here (at the end of the page): https://www-sssry-fi.translate.goog/artikkeli.htm?_x_tr_sl=fi&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en&_x_tr_pto=wapp&sn=342


The Artisan's Requiem

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

English and French Lyrics :

Fall the night on my skin,
I’m sorry, I got everything wrong.
Night falls on the city,
Your silence, I’m going to a bad habit.

Intense love, tears forever,
Shift the wind on my life,
I remember and pray.
Slip love on my heart,
I want you and I die.
Intense love, tears forever.

In the shadow I seek your light
Each star speaks to me of you,
Memories dance in the air,
But without you, I’m not.
Intense love, tears forever,

Time passes, but I stay,
In this void, I am on a quest,
Of your breath, of your tenderness.
Intense love, tears forever.

Fall at night, but I’m waiting for you,
In this silence, I am a loser,
Your echo haunts me tirelessly
Intense love, tears forever.

Fall the night on my skin,
I’m sorry, I got everything wrong.
Night falls on the city,
Your silence, I’m going to a bad habit.

Intense tears forever...
Intense tears forever...

———
Tombe la nuit sur ma peau,
J’tai perdu, j’ai tout faux.

Tombe la nuit sur la ville,
Ton silence, j’pars en vrille.

Intense love, tears forever,
Glisse le vent sur ma vie,
Je me souviens et je prie.
Glisse l’amour sur mon cœur,
Je te veux et je meurs.
Intense love, tears forever.

Dans l’ombre je cherche ta lumière, 
Chaque étoile me parle de toi,
Les souvenirs dansent en l’air,
Mais sans toi, je ne suis pas.
Intense love, tears forever,

Le temps passe, mais je reste,
Dans ce vide, je suis en quête,
De ton souffle, de ta tendresse.
Intense love, tears forever.

Tombe la nuit, mais je t’attends,
Dans ce silence, je suis perdant,
Ton écho me hante inlassablement, Intense love, tears forever.

Tombe la nuit sur ma peau,
J’tai perdu, j’ai tout faux.
Tombe la nuit sur la ville,
Ton silence, j’pars en vrille.

Intense tears forever…
Intense tears forever…

INTENSE-LOVE 2

Where To Find You

pop 2 percs prod by (lxstk1)

Raul Apxpei - SXUL

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...

The Garden (Original Mix)

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