fabulous rhythmic synths against that ethereal backdrop

love the Reznor like  sound.... awesome work 

You manage the different sunth layers very well Betty, 👏👏👏👏👏

Just Listening to this again after a long time, this tune is AMAZING!!!!!

ECLECTICISM-TWO-the coolest stuff on SC

the caravan Smithsonian remix

Samples from Wim Overgaauw's "Without You", and "I Think It's Going To Rain Today". Beat produced by Ziggid.

Good Times And Bad News

Want to dedicate this song to all my music friends 

Thank you all for your great and beautiful support<3

wish you wonderful rays of light :-)

Delight

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

The idea for this song came to me randomly while driving down some backroad a few years back, and I recorded the initial idea spur of the moment. For whatever reason, the rather morbid theme came out in the process and I just went with it. Nat is a daring soul and surprisingly encouraged that we record it and with her considerable help we fashioned this recording. Notable is that Nat has taken on the ability to add some beautiful pedal steel guitar throughout the song using her well established keyboard skills and this first run at it was very satisfying. Let us know what you think!

Craig Durgy: vocals, guitar
Nat Daniels: vocals, piano, pedal steel, bass, percussion
All music written and performed by Daniels & Durgy
Produced by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records 
©2025 Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics:
It took me a while to believe it
If you’re stuck in a bad place, you leave it
And I was that place, that she had to erase
A place that suited me just fine

Then one day I put away my rosy glasses
As I waited for her to come back home.
But watching dust settle, 
On the couch and the kettle
I could see it was me, that made her have to leave
Me to build this coffin home of mine

Yes, I’m building a coffin to live in
Surrounded by forests of green
‘Cause if I ever knew love, 
I guess that I threw love
Away with the girl of my dreams

Well, it don’t feel like living, without her
Though the sun still shines brightly through the pines 
I can tell I have a pulse, 
But my heart has tested false 
If only I’d seen the warning signs

It’s the simple things that seem so complicated
Thought I knew what I should do, to make it 
But then the ship that sails, 
Leaves you pounding coffin nails
Now it’s, twenty-four seven, this coffin that I live in
With all the “could have beens” that it confines

I’m just building a coffin to live in
Surrounded by forests of green. 
‘Cause if I ever knew love, 
I guess that I threw love
Away with the girl of my dreams

Pounding away, day after day
Waiting for the girl of my dreams
Someday, she’ll be back

A Coffin To Live In

Dans ses meilleurs aspects, le Gris a hérité le côté élégant du Noir. Il peut être soigné et délicat et apparaître, intemporel …. Pouvant être une rhapsodie de lumière et d'ombre.
Le Noir apporte profondeur et caractère, tandis que le Gris adoucit l'ensemble, créant un équilibre subtil entre sobriété et élégance, souvent source inattendue d’éclat et de profondeur. 
Cette création musicale ici avec voix féminine, essaie d'en interpréter les distinctions et nuances ….

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In its best aspects, Grey has inherited the elegance of Black. It can be neat and delicate and appear timeless .... Can be a rhapsody of light and shadow.
Black brings depth and character, while Grey softens the whole, creating a subtle balance between sobriety and elegance, often an unexpected source of radiance and depth. 
This musical creation here with feminine voice, attempts to interpret these distinctions and nuances ….

Black & Grey ....

Flowers.

Written in January 2024.

Published in July 2025.


During the first few months of last year, I was ill with my recurring kidney stone problems.

Fortunately, that passed.

I left some of the compositions I started unfinished, and some sketches were barely started.

This is one of them.

My mother lives in a typical Andalusian house in Seville.

One of the characteristics of these houses is that they usually have a courtyard where there are all kinds of flowering and non-flowering plants.

Obviously, they need to be cared for, watered, fertilized, etc.
My mother loves doing it, and in spring she reaps the rewards of her labor.

I always give my flower icons to the women I follow (I hope I'm not annoying them by doing that), so I thought it was interesting to draw inspiration from all of that to put this together.

17 Tracks native instruments MS2 & Old Xewton forum.
3 XPad 
2 iMini Arturia
1 iProphet Arturia
2 korg IM
1 Ob-xd 
1 flowtones 


Mix: my hear 
Software. Music Studio 2
Hardware.ipad

Cover. A part of the courtyard of my mother's house

Thank you for your comments

Next…. Crossroad

Flowers

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

La Mer (2025) Remastered

Recording sessions from 21-02-2024 - 15-07-2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI / No samples
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL- Gustave Moreau (Oedipus and the Sphinx)
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, 
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

Under the Wings of the Sphinx-1

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

Up on acid mountain

Wain Higgins here from Northern California. Most of our music is in the category Playlist at the top. Then there's more if you dig for it. May your day find time for kindness to others and music to dance to. Build Compassion, not walls.

Music is a light that shines on life

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