This song corresponds to the bilingual world we live in (and the madness into which the world is slipping more and more):
Vérité Enterrée – Buried Truth
J'ai traversé les rues sous la lumière - artificial light that leads nowhere. 
Dans cette ville où tout le monde marche - after these lies so large.
Tout le monde - walks alone - Tout le monde - lives in silicone.
You and I we make noise this night, without voice, truth being noise.
Les ombres dansent sur les murs - show us what once was sure.
Chaque pas – could bring truth ahead -  quand ce sera jamais - truth is never said. 
Tout le monde - is alone. Tout le monde - lives in silicone.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit – but only we. 
Perdu dans la foule, mais trouvant du réconfort - dans notre monde à part, s'échapper d'un trésor
Tout le monde - flees from the treasure. - Tout le monde - leaves truth in seizure.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit - without voice, truth being nose.
Perdu dans la foule, mais trouvant du réconfort - dans notre monde à part, s'échapper d'un trésor
Tout le monde - flees from the treasure. - Tout le monde - leaves truth in seizure.
Toi et moi on bruit dans cette nuit - without voice, truth being nose.


Vérité Enterrée - Buried Truth

Chasm of emptiness

Music by Nick Rangel. 
©Nick Rangel 2025
From the album – Inconclusive

The Unknown

I Am

You have drunk a few beers in Space California, you're under water, and there is an angel fish playing some alien synth-guitar hybrid. You think the fish is drunk. 
>get up

It's sunny and the water is clear. There is sand and there are colourful parasols on the beach.  The world spins and you find yourself back under water. Somehow, you are still managing to drink a cocktail... it has an umbrella in it. Ford is turning into a Penguin.
>_

Virtual instruments are Pigments and Juno-6. The bass is a Moog Subsequent 37 in real space.

Pond life 1985

https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

The post promotes "Greek Drama - Ελληνικό Δράμα," a track by CHRIS JUNOS on SoundCloud, reflecting a modern nod to ancient Greek theater where music was integral, as noted in Aristotle’s Poetics, which ties the origins of tragedy to dithyrambic performances blending song and dance.
Recent archaeological findings, including a 2024 study from the University of Liverpool, uncovered musical fragments from 400 BCE, suggesting Greek dramas used complex scales, potentially influencing CHRIS JUNOS’s experimental electronic style seen in related posts like "APHRODITE'S CHILL."

Greek Drama - Ελληνικό Δράμα

Chapter Four

Mist still clung to the earth as the father and daughter descended from the ridge, the gleaming city now behind a veil of soft cloud. This valley was unlike the haunted one they had crossed—no growls, no flickering eyes. Here, silence reigned, not with menace, but with mystery.

A sound floated through the mist. It was delicate and searching—its voice rising and falling like wind over dunes. The girl paused. “What is that?”

“An old sound. It means someone is here.”

They followed the music deeper into the valley. The path was overgrown but not wild. Vines embraced ancient stone walls etched with symbols. Towering sculptures stood half-buried in earth and time—guardians of something long forgotten.

Soft rhythms joined the mysterious melody, barely more than a pulse beneath their feet. It was as though the valley itself breathed, alive with memory.

The girl reached out, brushing her fingers across a mural carved into the side of a sloped stone. It depicted travelers like themselves, standing before a radiant figure with arms outstretched. Her eyes widened. “Do you think… they came here too?”

Her father nodded slowly. “Long ago, perhaps. Or maybe this place remembers everyone who passes through.”

They walked on in reverent silence.

Still wrapped in the valley’s quiet awe, they moved forward, the melody guiding them toward whatever lay ahead.

Chapter Five

The first tremor came through the ground—a low thrum that rolled through the soles of their feet like the heartbeat of the earth. Then came another, stronger. The girl stopped mid-step. “Do you feel that?”

Before the father could answer, the sky filled with sound: thunderous drums, layered and immense, beating in rhythm like giants marching across the heavens. The air itself pulsed with it. They climbed a low rise of stone and brush, and then they saw it.

An army.

It marched in perfect formation, stretching like a living river across the open plain below. Rows upon rows of armored warriors moved with synchronized grace. Their weapons shimmered gold in the diffused light—long spears, curved blades, massive shields engraved with symbols that echoed those carved in the valley walls.

Banners fluttered in the rising wind, each marked with a sigil neither of them had seen before but which seemed ancient and absolute. At the head of the force rode figures mounted on towering beasts, their armor impossibly ornate—gilded and dark, reflecting both sun and shadow.

The drums continued, unrelenting and vast, their beat not one of chaos, but of discipline and intention. The girl’s eyes widened, not with fear but awe. “They’re protecting the city.”

“Yes,” her father said, his voice hushed. “This is no army of conquest. This is a wall of living honor.”

He watched the formation, noting the way each soldier held themselves—upright, steady, eyes forward. There was strength here, but not reckless strength. It was the strength of guardianship, of quiet, deliberate power.

The girl leaned into him. “They don’t look like they want to fight.”

“They don’t,” he replied. “But they will, if they must.”

The wind shifted, carrying the scent of the city once more—spiced air, warm stone, something older still. And through the towering sound of the drums, a single, higher note sang faintly in the distance, threading the thunder like a voice in a storm.

Together, the father and daughter watched the golden army pass, silent witnesses to a force both fearsome and noble, standing between the world and something sacred.



There and back again Part 4_5

tomber doucement amoureux / fall gently into love

tomber amoureux

visitations.....for relations.....with a people.....from their past.

explorations.....confirmations.....of the beings.....from their past'

reconnection.....close inspection.....a resurrection......of their past.

they are here, to see our culture.   they are us, in the future.

they are here , to see our culture    they are us, in the future.

They are us in the future.

Sometimes it is necessary to make a happy tune. Or you will drown in all that big sounds and epicness. Besides, it is a nice training to do something completely different...

Coloring Audible Synapsis

Inspiration Epic Music - Rise of the Titans

In addition to SC - tracks available on 
Spotify: http://bit.ly/3sGsCG8
iTunes: https://apple.co/2RAe9DU
Apple Music: https://apple.co/40TPePO
Youtube Music: https://bit.ly/40Uky0W
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Composing using PC, Cubase Pro, Reason and various orchestral libraries among others. Focused mainly on orchestral, atmospheric, cinematic soundtrack style.

For licensing queries and commision work contact Sturle on Sturlestrausscomposer@gmail.com

There and back again Part 4_5

Sturle Strauss Lisaeth-Composer