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Magnifique interprétation de Wilfried Hanrath !

Wilfried Hanrath - Re - Imagining Old Textures By Idematoa

Somehow, this never got posted here. So...here it is!

Tommy: bass
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, production
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

rest my head and fix my gaze
my mind is weary. the sleepy haze
still I try to visualize 
all the fading glory. these crazy days 

now it’s gone, how its flown by...

all these memories fade into dreams 
where they replay on private screens 
behind my eyelids, in between
reality or so it seems...

i’m too far gone…i’m swept away
now I can see it. my great escape
the sun beats down. we splash about
my heart goes racing. I can feel you now

again, you’re gone. no longer mine

all these dreams turn into memories 
and with the rest they always flee
and when I open up my eyes
you’re lost again, my lullaby...

Flyby Lullaby (Falsestart/QB Bills)

Years have passed and I will never forget my one regret. A friend of mine jumped off of the Tobin Bridge in Boston because of the pressure his family put on him to send money back to them in his native country - They should all be crucified. This is my recollection. I should have been there for him that day - instead I was looking to be seen "AGAIN" - always craved attention... Full lyrics below
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who was I to you guess I was just a ghost reached out to everyone and played the clown but it turned out you needed me the most I wish i never ever let you down - but I was just a kid and i was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
Was in the lunchroom making a cup of Joe - when you walked in trying to compose yourself - I felt like there was something I should know - but i bit my tongue cause I didn't want to pry - saw it in your eyes you were alone but carried on as if I didn't care truth was I was having a bad day consumed with all the problems of my own - but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
The next morning state police had questioned me they said that you had jumped the night before and even though they placed no blame on me - my aura showed that I was ugly
but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't d----

One regret (for Diego)

Mechanical Rain

This is a song inspired by a wonderful poem of the same title that I came across on the web recently.  It's written by a guy named Christopher without further information (not me though).   I eventually took the liberty & converted it into a song.  I gave it a bit of a country feel and hope you would enjoy listening.  

[CREDITS]
Music / Vocals / Arrangements / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Christopher 
Fiddle - Andy Leftwich @Band_in_a_Box
Guitar Solo & Fill-ins – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.
Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?
Covering cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.
What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?
Is justice outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow,  painful fall-out?

Instrumental break

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.

Into Every Life

Mixed: Audacity
Mic: Rhode USB Mini
Vocals, lyrics, mix: Tam Jennifer
Guitar, rhythm: KSK Beats

Lyrics: 

There's a place I go
Not a place I know 
Wanna meet me there
. 
There's a place I go
Not a place you can know
Meet me anyway
. 
Abandon all thoughts
Reject all feelings
Leave the things you are taught
Don't give it meaning 
. 
Say my name
You know me
Hold my hand 
And never leave
. 
There's a place I go
Not a place I know 
Wanna meet me there
. 
There's a place I go
Not a place you can know
Meet me anyway
.  
Planting flowers in
This abandoned garden for
Future happiness
. 
Hope is a road
My heart is in your hands so
Never let me go. 
. 
Take my love
Put it in a form that can
Reach uncharted land oh
. 
Ponder road is 
Where hope and love flowers grow
Roots for tomorrow
.
Never again
Consult the moon and the stars
For matters of the heart
.
There's a place I go
Not a place I know 
Wanna meet me there
. 
There's a place I go
Not a place you can know
Meet me anyway
. 
-interlude-
.
There's a place I go
Not a place I know 
Wanna meet me
. 
There's a place I go
Not a place you can know
.
_end_

© Tam Jennifer Hastings, KSK Beats, 2023

Place I Know (ft KSK Beats, 2023)

هَارُوْت وَمَارُوْت
the fallen angels
produced & performed by guillaume & naldo

cover art by naldo with firefly

Les Anges Déchus

Nadia Selvaggi, Voice & Piano
William Blake's The Chimney Sweeper set to an old, Irish melody.

The Chimney Sweeper
by William Blake

A little black thing among the snow
Crying 'weep, 'weep, in notes of woe!
Where are thy father & mother? say?
They are both gone up to the church to pray.

Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winter's snow;
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy, & dance & sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.

William Blake's The Chimney Sweeper by Nadia Selvaggi

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2023, all rights reserved. 
Original cover picture by Tsvetoslav Hristov on pexels https://www.pexels.com/@tsvetoslav-hristov-1306654/ 
Thank you for coming here to listen :)
PS: now you can hear a remastered version, the first version was not mixed good. There was a lousy humming in the deep fequencies and it was too quiet.

Beyond Amnesia

Neli CoKo - Beyond Amnesia

I saw this headline in The Guardian and thought 'song title'. It gives us humans something else bizarre to wrestle with. 

AI FAKE NUDES ARE BOOMING THIS YEAR

She comes up from harborside.   
Anchor orange and rusty grind
Flanks of friends - jaded eyes
Curve and laugh make me decide

She spins a deft Utopia              
Now I’m starving Ethiopia.        

But AI fake nudes are booming this year.    
Look em in the eye there’s a smiling stare
AI fake nudes are booming this year
Say what you like and they won’t care

Summer winds they soon abate
While the hooks are steel and barbed
Now the quips ingratiate
And the bedroom falls apart

She spins a deft Utopia              
Now I’m starving Ethiopia.        

But AI fake nudes are booming this year. . . 

Wallowing into internet
Chained by fingers’ rings
How something grew from nothing
And finished less than that
She spins a deft Utopia . . .             
AI fake nudes are booming this year. . .

AI Fake Nudes are Booming this Year

Pinner in his beautiful element joining me on our hip hop inspired soul jazz jam

5 Miles High - Stephan Lipinski / Jamie Rhind

Wait For The Morning

Lugubrious

https://youtu.be/pka8m0L_eko

Thought I'd sneak in a little track before the year is out. I have not been very active on Soundcloud this year, will endeavour to start writing again in the new year, and listen to all the talent that is out there! 

Happy hols 

Antony 
(a.k.a. burn-it-smith)

p.s. Such rhythm in these lyrics, something I have always admired about this artist.

You Never Can Tell (Cover)

Mood Exhibit - Last Portrait

I Don’t Mind feat. Patricia Edwards / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/17219/i-dont-mind-94bpm-country-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix and Mastering

I Don't Mind Feat. Patricia Edwards

Deep dive into the void for an oboe quartet....
[Headphones recommended]

Thanks to Kate Bloomfield for her 'Abstract Explosion' painting on Deviant Art via Pinterest.

Oblivion

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year 2024!
Thank you so much for your support here on SoundCloud!

Transition / Paploviante 
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering 
Free Download

Transition

Pleased to introduce a new collab with Her Highness Damga !
Lyrics:
I remember the copper autumn light outlining your demonic smile, as I drew the map of your freckles on the ceiling of your place, near the river.
Delusional streetwear and glam rock psychedelic playlists drove us there, in this spatiotemporal wasteland. Inspired and aroused,  we discovered the antisymmetric part of ourselves,  regarding the torsion tensor of our passion as a dynamic variable.
 - In the Labyrinth of your passions, I locked up the Minotaur in his chastity cage. I hear him moaning of frustration, in the humidity of your dreams, when the wind is southerly.
I devour the harmonies of your voice, lost in the riddle of you metallic eyes. And you crave for the misguided incantations of my music, the spasms of our geometrical laughter and the gentle touch of your red hair on my toes.
Nonchalantly lying on the flowers of the heather, you unfold the lost dimensions of your consciousness. Your angelic demons dance with my striges on the fifth movement of the fantastical symphony.
 - Deep down in the Labyrinth of your passions, I release the Minotaur and your tantalizing repentances give him a metaphysical blowjob   
I remember this winter with its crispy beech leaves under our boots and the frost on the window of your tiny room, filled with astrophysics books and quantic sex-toys.
You already had a master degree on procrastination but you took me by the hand. Your tiny bed was a wreck on the reefs of our desires. Under the ragged sails, I tied you to the mast.
 – In the core of the Labyrinth, we follow the Minotaur to the roots of the cosmic tree. Clothed by the shimmering coalescence of our entangled pleasures, we dance with him to the magnificence of ataraxia.

Poetry Of Copper Light

Poetry Of Winter Pale Light (Damga & HyLGZ22)

Greetings and good afternoon to my SC friends. This is the 10th and final song intended for my upcoming album ‘What Color Is Your Paradox’. It is also my 7th mind-blowing collaboration with our dear friend Carlos Vivanco (https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1, https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com). 

This piece was highly entertaining and challenging to work on. We started with clearly defined regions (mine being the more techno sounding stuff… Carlos building the traditional instrument sections). I then mangled the whole thing, and tried to blur the lines more as the song progresses, until both worlds felt fully merged by the end. At least, that was the goal. I’ll let you decide if the structure succeeds in that regard. :)

The title is also quite significant to me at this point in my life; based on the idea of ‘masking’, and our growing inability to do so. 

If you aren’t familiar with the term ‘masking’, one Mental Health Care website I found defines it this way: “Masking often involves suppressing or hiding true emotions, which can lead to a buildup of unresolved feelings and contribute to increased stress, anxiety, and emotional turmoil in the long-term. In the context of mental health and neurodivergence, masking refers to the actions or coping strategies that individuals use to conceal their genuine thoughts, emotions, or challenges.”

It didn’t really occur to me at first that I was masking when I was younger. I guess that idea doesn’t resonate when you’re deeply lost in the illusion; at least, until something makes it obvious. But in hindsight, I’ve worn many masks over the course of my life (Art Director, Technician, Pre-Press Specialist and Graphic Artist would be some of my professional masks. And I would even go so far as to include Husband, Father and Son, since I was on auto-pilot during the earliest stages of those as well). 

As my life progressed, I felt more and more insincere in those roles. I felt something was wrong. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then COVID (something that actually required us to wear real masks. What irony!) came along, and miraculously changed that for all of us. We gained the necessary space we needed, to finally see the illusion more clearly. Now, that illusion grows more fragile and transparent by the day. So while I’m still in the early stages of trying to figure out the new paradigm… I suspect the really critical takeaway at this point is just recognizing when we’re being our genuine selves, and when we’re lost in a role; especially if that role is debilitating to our personal growth and well being.

Another thing I’m thinking a lot on these days…. Society is dependent on me playing those roles. And society doesn’t really care whether I’m happy or not (as long as I keep paying my bills, and buying their products, and believing their lies). So maybe, just maybe, society doesn’t have my best interests at heart (as I had originally hoped). Maybe… just maybe… we’re going to need to redefine who we are personally, as we stop playing along with this globally unconscious and ultimately destructive agenda.

Thick and chunky topic, I know. But that’s the way the world feels to me these days… like we needed a brisk slap across the face to wake us all up. COVID was that slap (and probably just the first of many still to come). It’s time to prioritize our own self interests; because if we don’t, they certainly won’t. So rip off those masks, and let your freak flag fly. It’s our life, and we’ll be the ones sitting on our deathbed, asking ourselves if we lived life true to ourselves…. or if we just fulfilled the role demanded by this illusion.

We hope you enjoy “Cracks In The Surface”; and it inspires you to think about what aspects of your reality are cracking. Keep in mind… if you still have a pulse, there is always time to change things up. :)

Paradox?

Cracks In The Surface | Carlos Vivanco & GrevusAnjl

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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