Related tracks: I Keep Protecting my Soul

The first written for my upcoming Time Machine EP with similar music to Enigma and Time Machine, the next track I composed after Drift.

Electro Chill Nu Jazz at 76 bpm

An original composition, no AI,  written digitally MIDI to DAW
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WORDS that I wrote upon listening to a pre-production mix but they don’t necessarily fit the music. Yet.

Oh
Drift away safely with your head up in the clouds
Yeah drift
Where luscious dreams of a beautiful life are allowed 
Encouraging 
Cosmic lullaby 
Rocking gently 
until you sigh

Drift
Later maybe?
No, commit, baby
Drift drift drift drift 
Drift until your mind shifts 

Nothing can steal your moment 
Remember to keep faith 
letting go to drift will show it 
Wise words sayeth 
As you believe — so go with it
That is how to achieve
Drift 
To know it
Drift 
Go with it 
Drift
Let yourself flow 
Safe in the 
Drift
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76 bpm

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Professional Keyboard 
E-INSTRUMENTS 
Concert Grand 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
Ambient Lead
Lunar Chords 
Cinema Strings 
Violas
South African Singers
Deep Round Bass Synth 
Upright Ballad Bass 
E-PERCUSSION 
Roadhouse Kick Shaker 
Hip Hop 90s Kit 
African Kit 
Latin Kit 

COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK created using the DaVinci app for AI-generated original images and the artist’s CGI designed into a composite in Photoshop.
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ARTIST’S NOTE: 
I composed Drift one afternoon in May when I was literally adrift in disappointment, feeling low, uninspired, and fatigued. Empty. How could I create when I was so low? And a thought rang back answering like a bell  — just show up!

All I had to do, my inner voice told me, was show up, put your fingers on the keyboard for a moment. And I did, using the laptop’s built-in MIDI, selecting a VST called Cinema Strings, instinctively I hit an F6 chord — I have an affinity with the key of F because, as a student, I played French Horn, an F instrument. So I’m pressing the keys, and by a slow count of eight of the metronome’s clicks — bam! The music started playing in my head as if already written. I raced to unravel it in threads of melodies, searching for keys that matched what I was hearing in my mind’s ears.

The lesson for me as an artist is to remember to keep faith despite how I might feel. Because the music is waiting for a humble vessel. Just show up.
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Drift

Artbeat

Rework of an older Track of mine!
I hope, my Friends, you like It?!
Best Regards
Andy

ᑕᗝᒪᗝᖇᗴᗪ IᒪᒪᑌᔕIᗝᑎ 📽

Originally released Nov 06, 2024 ~ Reissue/Remaster
😃 One of my early DAW tracks ( i think it's like the 2nd or 3rd )

Shaido

Made in July 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/7FH6O9v-cjk

Desert Journey

G-Pure Peanut Butter

flow presents "Everything" ♪♫

This is my fifth & final vision for the ep called "Secret Melodies"

I hope you can enjoy it! : )

Thank you all for your support & listen. Have a good day/night dearest listener! ❤

With peace & love, flow - DJ Ville. 🙏💫

DAW: FL Studio

Artwork: Midjourney

© Copyright flow.
All music, audio, artwork & sound recordings are published by the original author or are licensed & redesigned & may not be redistributed or reused under any form. 

Any violation of this copyrighted material will be subject to legal prosecution.

Everything

I was on a Virginia recently (DC and Virginia Beach were great) and instead of writing an online review, I was compelled to write a musical review of a less than stellar experience I had at a hotel. Recorded on my iPhone using GarageBand with the vocal song using the basic iPhone earbuds.
I stepped into the hotel. I noticed an unpleasant smell. It was a combination of old cigarettes and mildew. 
I went into my room. I could feel a sense of doom. As I took off my shoes and socks and my bare feet touched the grimy floor. 
Things are not the best at the Best Western, they’re going downhill fast, and I’m trying to pretend the glass is half full. I’m trying really hard to have a nice stay at this hotel. I’m trying not to lose my cool.
There was a peloton in the gym, so I sat on it and tried to login, but the bike wouldn’t work because the Wi-Fi wasn’t connected .
I went back to my room for a shower, and it was like I had a special superpower because when I reached for the handle to turn on the water, it came off in my hand .
Sometimes you can have a little bit of bad luck when you book a cheap room and try to save a buck. You can get angry and sit around and stew or you can break out into a song and write a musical review.

A Musical Hotel Review (GarageBand)

After 18yrs of releasing a new song, Hostal Handshake are BACK!
Maybe just a single, maybe just an EP or maybe...an album? But we are Back! :D
#ripOzzy

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYcakJJnz1E
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lyrics:
This is not a drill!

Give me something to break it in two
give me glory to rule the fools
take me in your house on a big flat screen
Ready to sink you on a dark black dream

Are you ready to become a slave of me?
Corrupted government ain't gonna set u free
All these righteous pre-election pigs
are now pointing the finger for you to pay the fee

Now it's the time, this is not a drill
ain't got no privilege , got nothing to feel
Your heart is gray from the news today
only your soul left in the end to pay


(p) & (c) 2025, Hostal Handshake.

This Is Not a Drill!

voices

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....

/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Incoming Age of Melancholy - The Odyssey Begins // The Last Custodians of the Old Music

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 – 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, not only editing it to fit the cool drum and strings bridge, but supplying the VST timbale drums, as well. Stephen jumped in soon after, adding the melodic electric guitar riffs that appear throughout. Not to be outdone, JJ added 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

I’m truly honored by Carl and his amazing talents!! You all @ absolutely know I love creating with these fab fellows and friends! Go @ SoundCloud! Truly humbled by his and my bandmates’ support and dedicated song from Carl! Tomorrow.. it never knows! 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🙏🙏🙏

Rhythmic Mountain-The Beautiful Dark/Eclectic Collective

A very old one! I didn't have a loop pedal, so used my trusted Behringer delay unit on very long repeats/feedback settings to create layers and layers of sounds, drones, melody,... to create this wall of sound - with some chaos in the middle!

The little mirror in the silk hat

Layers Of The Unknown

My friend Fly Nightmares on guitar, bass guitar, production and effects
https://soundcloud.com/fly-nightmares-700220347/tracks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ioMv63QWnU

Photo: H.Skeneby - Särö Gothenburg

Well and Fly Nightmares - Psychedelic Dance

EXcursion9

Brand New track on the Rocks! Summer 2025 and let it roll with my brand new track called "I Keep Protecting my Soul".

Purchase it digitally via #bandcamp: https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/track/i-keep-protecting-my-soul

(p) & (c) 2025, STA.

lyrics:
I keep protecting my soul
There's nothing more sacred than my soul
I keep protecting my soul
The body dies, it's eternal the soul

Clear is conscience, i am free i am alive
Sleeping in peace not with fear with opened one eye
I never harmed anyone, don't owe a dime
i am keep paving with gold this road so up high.

I Keep Protecting my Soul

I've always questioned the pop filled mainstream being an artist. The music the masses listen to generally as background music, with some exceptions, is pretty shockingly shit and generally pretty thoughtless. It's annoyed me ever more since having kids and the sexualisation of music is pretty bad taste given so many young people connect to it with an ever more free media offering. I ain't prudish as an individual but I'd like to think I'm thoughtful when it comes to projecting healthy things for people to be thinking about in our actual reality through my music. Celebrity image and the sexualisaion of art which finds the eyes and ears of kids needs to be challenged. It gives them that fake unrealistic pedestal to look up to and they chase this unrealistic artificially beautiful person that is selling their image. Psychologically when people don't find that in themselves I'd imagine it generally has a negative outcome.

We do it on a larger scale on social media where most people project just the happy things in their life again confusing people into wanting that perfect greener grass on the other side when that's not reality in most cases

In my pea head opinion we need more real and less fake not just with creativity but the way we sell ourselves to each other. Nobody is perfect but if some alien race checked in on Facebook first they'd have a pretty warped idea of what humans actually are!

Lyrics

Where are you mainstream?
Diluted, asleep and numbed
Must we sexualise this?
Will minds just cum on dumb?
I can't go there
Too shallow
My deep intimacy for two eyes and not hallow

So where's the tap
The portal of change
Can pure honesty be our new reigns in range
The masses paddle on edge of deep sea
Mass shallow escape
More pain for me

It's healthy pain
It's new reference
To purest being
Refined truth
Perspective
Do the wealthy gain or hide real engines
Soul sees stealthy sane
Let's mind fuck the gremlins

Will we tune to sense or nonsense
Will we nurture numb feared future tense
Still, most nature passed unbreakable wall
Hear, good nature, we got your call 🫡

Come on, Dumb

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🌌 Available NOW on Bandcamp — grab your digital copy today and step into the neon! 🌌