Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias idematoa, Août/Septembre 2021 via Studio One.
Free Download : https://idematoa.bandcamp.com/track/au-fil-de-leau-part-1

Au fil de l'eau : " Expression venant du mot latin filium utilisée dès l'Antiquité pour caractériser le caractère aléatoire d'une décision qui, portée tranquillement par le courant, peut amener à un échec ou à une réussite. De nos jours, cette dernière partie d'expression a été un peu oubliée. "


- BS - Eduardo Tarilonte  - Era 2
- Orchestral Tools - Arkhis
- Orchestral Tools - Layers
- Spitfire Audio - Albion Solstice
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra Pro
- Spitfire Audio - Albion One
- Spitfire Audio - Symphonic Motions
- Spitfire Audio - LABS - Synth Strings
- Spitfire Audio - Eric Whitacre Choir
- Spitfire Audio - Albion Neo
- Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit
- Spitfire Audio - Originals Cinematic Pads
- Spitfire Audio - Olafur Arnalds Composer Toolkit
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Studio Strings
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Studio Woodwinds

Au Fil De L'Eau - Part 1

"So Easy" Electronic music with guitar and vocals

so easy

||| Ghosts ||| 
A dark ambient exploration of the local supernatural.... 
"Ghosts" includes field recordings taken near the long abandoned Harris Reward Mine on the west coast of Tasmania..  these recordings seemed to capture something unexpected.... 

+ Listen on Spotify + 
https://open.spotify.com/track/4OEF26vdgsK98lhcgRJn5w

Watch the video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8W_aO5IrS8Y

Ghosts

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

Thank you for providing me this composition for arranging and orchestration!  @anastasiya-ihnatovich

Over (Orchestral Version)

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

2025 the nothing

Listing of names according to the order of recordings:
All guitars by Martin: @m_ja
 Lead & backing vocals by Heidi: @heidijks
 Airdidge by Linda: @amanitalinda
 Flute by Jörg: @joerxworx
Words by Heidi

Additional instruments, sound design and programming by Morten 
Backing vocals by Morten 
Mix & mastering by Morten 
Produced by Morten

Cover design by Morten & Jörg
Special thanks to Lemmy the Lemur🪷

I would like to thank all the musicians involved who made this wonderful collaboration possible.
 Morten🙏

The Earth Love

A matter of time

A matter of time (Mix 2025)

Electro Nu Jazz at a Chill 85 bpm

The last of three songs, including Equinox and yet to release, Harvest Moon, written in past few weeks.

Ripples was inspired by gratitude — never underestimate the short- and long-term impact of kindness. Sometimes we never see the impact, the why something mattered and to whom. I still remember past kindnesses from people that to this day motivate or comfort me. They couldn’t have had the slightest idea — unless they had a crystal ball — to foresee how important their acts of kindness would matter to me later in life. So 🙏

Lyrically, a question is not asked, but is implied in the song:

Who dat knockin’ at my door?
Do you bring a blessin’ or a chore?

(Hat tip to New Orleans and survivors of Hurricane Katrina, August 29, 2005)

Composed digitally MIDI to DAW via VST instruments, all original, no AI, made by a human

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85 bpm

Variations of Bb minor & F

DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard 

VST E-INSTRUMENTS
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead
Clarinet Solo 
Synth Upright Bass 
Deep Round Bass 
Dynamic String Ensemble 
E-PERCUSSION 
2-Step Remix Kit 
Latin Kit 

VOCAL audio recorded live microphone to computer on September 14, 2025. Water droplets recorded live using an iPhone on September 17, 2025.

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COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK using composites derived from AI-generated images rendered as original CGI, then retouched and designed in Photoshop.

Released on SoundCloud 
Friday, September 19, 2025, 3:33 AM ET
2025 All rights reserved

Ripples

Bounce Back (edit)

The End of All Things

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
Amazon Music: https://amzn.to/3QZhU5C

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