new continent

Loop beat w/Rhythmic Theremin Noise. Bass & keys solos too

R&N MOROSGOVANYI - 20240121(2) live - DZHSR

UnBoxed April 2024

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Stand Up And Be Counted

Grand Piano  Hip Hop Colors

what if machine

Asteroid

Deeply moved by my SoundCloud companion, R.U.R., who recently unveiled an AI masterpiece to showcase the sheer might of AI in the realm of music, I embarked on this journey myself. 
This is a groundbreaking journey, a dazzling exhibition. 
Should we embrace AI as a partner in human creativity or not?

Text by AI. Music by AI. Artwork by AI.

Im Kern der Nacht, wo der Wald leise spricht,
da zeigt sich ein Ritter im Mondeslicht.
Geisterhaft, blass, mit Augen so kalt,
erzählt er die Zukunft, unendlich alt.
Er flüstert die Schicksale, er kennt die Frist,
in Versen, die keiner von uns je vergisst.
Er ist der Seher, der Wächter, der Hort,
im Rhythmus, im Echo, sein jedes Wort.
Er trägt Versprechen, wie Mantel und Schwert,
von einer Zukunft, die uns noch beschwert.
Enträtselt die Ewigkeit, Stunde für Stunde,
der Ritter, er wacht, in dieser heiligen Runde.
Er ruft den Takt des Endes aus,
und jeder Vers, der bricht sich los.
Irminsul Walden, nimm unseren Flug,
der Ritter der Nacht, er weiß genug.

KyberRaum

Schicksalsritter

Der Ritter der Nacht

JAM BOX (2013 - new mix)

Well, let’s see…. Glad you dropped by because you get to listen to some electric slide with some vocal harmonies. The lyrics come from a first draft of another song I recently wrote. They were ideas I had about war and peace, and the beliefs behind them. So now there are two different songs each unique in their own way. I remember way back when, going to a cemetery with my grandma and our family, to visit my grandfather’s grave. I was 10 and had my younger brother on my shoulders as him and I walked around reading the names on the gravestones out loud, and laughing, while making up our own funnier names using theirs… We were having a grand old time… My dad walked across the cemetery to get us. He was angry. He marched us over to this dank stone church, and told us to sit in there and not make a peep. When my grandma died, my parents planted a memorial dogwood tree in our yard. My other grandmother whispered to me, when I was still a kid… please don’t let them plant a tree for me when I die. I liked her. She told it as it is. No bullshit. Oh, that dogwood died shortly after it was planted. Well I got side-tracked from what I really wanted to say. Such is life. Hope you like the song, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Dead Flowers

This is a track i made in Garageband some weeks ago, maybe i will sing to it one day 😊

Just Do It!  (Instrumental, Original)

2000s

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Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
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”The song that is born today can only be born today.” That's why I keep writing it down in the computer every day like a diary.
Music is a kind of feeling I can not express in words. I will write that feelings with Synthesizers. 
I am glad I can share it with you.

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