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La Javanaise (Serge Gainsbourg)
Album "Comme un boomerang", 1963
Reprise de la version Live

J'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous
Mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
À votre avis qu'avons-nous vu
De l'amour?
De vous à moi vous m'avez eu
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
Hélas avril en vain me voue
À l'amour
J'avais envie de voir en vous
Cet amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
La vie ne vaut d'être vécue
Sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson

La Javanaise

This piece can be seen as a continuation of the "Elephant Serenade" : https://soundcloud.com/davidflmusic/elephant-serenade

Elephant Blues - Demo

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Music Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

8.6.2025

Elara - "The Reality"

Echoes of Pain - Demo

We hope this message will bring a positive experience to the listeners.

Positive Mindset - Ft Special Cecilia

Stay Cool in a hot summer

Organ, various Zebra instruments and soloing: Feddo Westra
Drums, Bass, Piano, Synths, Trumpet, Guitar and production: Peter Hofland

Artwork: Trent Parke, Television On, 2007

Cool

Japanese Forest

The phrase "he walks around with a conscious through greed" is an interesting juxtaposition of terms. It suggests someone who is aware of their greedy actions but continues to pursue them, implying a deliberate choice rather than an unconscious compulsion. This could highlight a conflict between a person's moral compass and their desire for more.

The Weight of Gold

A friend of mine has a severely autistic son who is now in his early 20's. He can't speak and has the mind of someone around three years old- but that is determined by the way we think.  Who knows how complex his thinking really is.  His name is Lorenzo. He loves to do puzzles and listen to music. 

One afternoon as I was laying the piano track for this music,  my son was talking to the mother on speaker phone and Lorenzo could hear me playing the piano.  He stopped doing his puzzle to listen.  That is how he connects. He loves music. When I heard that I knew I needed to finish this music for him. I haven't seen this friend for a very long time but she is coming to visit in a few weeks and I will be meeting Lorenzo for the first time. I wonder,  will he recognize the music?

Lorenzo's Song

Sketch no. 5; dream

A simple and brief acoustic guitar recording against a backdrop of a rain shower. I felt this captured a moment of prayer in the natural beauty of an early morning. Lo-Fi off my iPhone voice memos but something I felt was worth keeping.

Prain

All instruments by Peter Hofland
Fender Stratocaster over NI Guitar Rig
Fodera Fretless Bass
Various Plugins

Artwork: Sebastião Salgado (8 February 1944 – 23 May 2025)

Work

Presenting "Elara" - Photograph - Cross Talk

I have attempted to conveys a sense of being trapped or controlled by the image, hinting at the "foe" without explicitly stating it, building immediate tension.

Using Beats, Percussion Rhythmic Guitar & Vocal Chops I have created the mood for the psychological battle Elara experiences using spoken word and repetitive background vocals to create an evocative  intriguing atmosphere using the Alchemy Cross Talk Pad.


Original Lyrics & Vocals by Heidi-Marie
Every time I look at you I can't think Every time I look at you I can't speak
Your not the person I want to be thinking about

Your not the person I want to be speaking about

Everytime I look at you I can’t think

Just a frame, a moment caught,
A silent story, tightly wrought
It's more than paper, ink, and light
It’s a anchor in the fading night
Holding fast to what once was
Defying time, defying laws
A single click
This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream, consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see
Stealing every thought from me

The world outside keeps spinning fast, But in this frame, we're built to last
I trace the lines, the silent gaze
Lost in these captured, ancient days
I feel the pulse, though time has fled
The living ghost inside my head

This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream, consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see
Stealing every thought from me.

Do I forget the truth of then?
Or just the moment, now and when? This fragile image, stark and clear
Drowns out the whispers, conquers fear. A phantom touch, a whispered name, Feeding this all-consuming flame.
This photograph, it holds me bound
No other vision can be found
A perfect pause, a timeless plea
This pixel dream
consuming me
Yeah, this photograph, it's all I see,
Can't think... can't speak... 
Every time I look at you I can't think  I can't speak
Every time I look at you I can't think  I can't speak
Your not the person I want to be thinking about
Your not the person I want to be speaking about

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

8.7.2025

Artwork - #azcreativestudiosydney

Photograph - Cross Talk

I've set the mood.

Presenting "ELARA" - Sisyphus & His Stone (The Perpetual Refresh & The Lagging Connection)

Sisyphus & His Stone is used to describe any effort that is laborious, futile & repetitive.  It highlights the frustration and meaninglessness associated with ELARA's tasks, often encountered in various aspects of her life from work to personal struggles.

Original Lyrics 

I really don’t want to bore you
but then again I can’t ignore you

so its
One step forward
two steps back

Taking two steps forward
Taking one step back

Woke up with the sunrise, a fresh page to write
Left the shadows behind me, stepped into the light 
Had a vision, a clear path, felt the wind at my back
Every stride was a promise, no turning, no looking back 
Built a little momentum, saw the future unfold 
A story of rising, brave and bold 
Thought I'd finally broken free, from the weight I had known 
On solid ground, I thought I'd finally grown

(Chorus)
 But it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back 
Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control
Then the phone rings, a sudden jolt, a bill I didn't see 
Or the car breaks down again, just when I felt free 
A whispered doubt from yesterday, echoes in my head 
All the progress I had made, lies broken, unsaid 
The energy drains from my bones, the fire starts to fade 
Another dream postponed, another promise betrayed It's a familiar ache, this sinking feeling deep 
As all the ground I gained, I just can't seem to keep

(Chorus)
And it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep 
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control
How many times can I stand up, when the fall feels so profound? 
How many times can I rebuild, on this unstable ground? 
The spirit's weary, the hope is thin, but something stirs inside 
A stubborn whisper, telling me, there's nowhere left to hide 
From this endless push and pull, this fight I have to face 
To find the strength to start again, and run this endless race

(Chorus)
Still, it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep 
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control

Yeah, one step forward, and two steps back... Just gotta find my way... back on track.


Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio, Sydney - Australia

#azcreativestudiosydney #elarastory

ELARA - Sisyphus & His Stone

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia
Artwork:  @azcreativestudiosydney

18.7.2025

Elara - De-Resolution

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics
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
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 
  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.
  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 
   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow

Wherever U Go-Eclectic Collective

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

"My interest in producing house music was sparked by the inspiration of a significant person in my life, and I've decided to pursue it."

#newrelease #somethingnew

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

23.7.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Hypnotic House

Lyrics

Yeah, they talk about a pot of gold, a treasure at the end, right?
 But all I see are broken roads, where futures never mend, 
Paved with promises of light, a yellow brick they swore was true, 
But out here in the concrete night, ain't no damn dream comin' through. 
Chasin' rainbows on the blacktop, where the sirens scream and blare, 
Another whisper, soft and empty, vanished into thin, polluted air. 
Worked my fingers to the bone, put my soul into the quest, 
But the only thing I'm findin' is a permanent arrest 
Of potential, of ambition, shackled tight and laid to waste, 
This ain't no land of wishes, just a bitter, lingering taste.

Somewhere over the rainbow, they said the skies were crystal blue, 
But the canvas was a con, the pigments fake, the whole damn view. 
Just another twisted story, sold to souls that longed to fly, 
Now we’re stuck beneath this grey horizon, watchin' all our good dreams die. 
The vivid hues they promised, just a monochrome despair, 
Left with only heavy burdens, and the ghosts of what ain't there.

Used to stare up at the ceiling, see that spectrum in my mind,
 A different path, a brighter ending, leaving all the hurt behind. 
They said "reach for the stars," well, my hands just clutched at air, 
Every single aspiration, just a burden I still bear. 
That "somewhere over the rainbow" turned into a haunting sound,

Of opportunities I squandered, never truly coming 'round.
The echoes of the laughter from the life that could've been, 
Just another silent whisper, where a hopeful dream had been. 
Underneath a cold, dead moon, not a sun, just endless blight, 
Just the wreckage of illusions in this never-ending night.

Shattered Spectrum

As a musician and producer, I find myself drawn to the unique sonic landscapes that various musical modes offer. My latest endeavor is no exception; I've experimented with the Mixolydian mode and integrated it into my new deep house track. The result is a melody that is both familiar and exotic, which I'm excited to share. The Mixolydian mode, which is essentially a major scale with a lowered seventh, infuses a bluesy, relaxed feel to my guitar melody, offering a fresh texture to the deep house genre.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
1.8.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney


Unbroken Spirit

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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