Caffeine — the audio equivalent of chugging a Red Bull. DJing for over 12 years and producing for over 25, I drank my fair share of caffeine (three 5-Hour Energies a night). My body can no longer take it, so I created this song to give you that same feeling without the crash.

This track blends high-energy big beat breakbeat drums with a heavy trap 808 undertone, pulsating synth bass, and chopped harmonica. For the late-night grind.

**Listen to the full EP & Watch the Visuals:** http://phai.band

Caffeine — Phai

Instrumental hip-hop beats with an autumn mood

07. In the Night (feat. TEILOR)

08. Autumn on Air (Short version)

03. In the Park (feat. Kirill Yakovlev)

06. Falling Leaves pt.2

It was still a warm December when we met again for her last session. Grace brought along Walter who was going to be a part of the session. We took the ferry to meet Liane in Mui Wo at Ning's Yard, the spiritual retreat center she renovated, a short walk from the pier.

In this solemn track, Liane and Walter begin with a harmonica, flute and ocean drum. Grace uses her voice to hold long notes to the extent of her lungs, trembling to sustain them, sometimes morphing into overtone singing. The stark thumps of the ocean drum awaken the imagination. At its climax, a helicopter rips the sky open leaving only the drum bold enough to accompany it, then quickly disappears as if it were a dream, right on cue.

Wonderfully layered, minimal, and unfinished- but complete.

https://insighttimer.com/sbsessions/guided-meditations/sound-bath-sessions-174-liane-mah-walter-chan-grace-chen

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Sound Bath Sessions 174: Grace Chen, Liane Mah, Walter Chan

11-La colère 
(Luc Albert)
Paroles et mélodie : Sylvio Boudreau
Instruments et voix : Suno

« Les événements ont pris un tournant malheureux, mais il fallait néanmoins résister à la Loi pour garder notre langue pis notre religion. »

[Couplet 1 ]
Dans l’ombre des murs, j’entends le fracas,  
Des voix qui s’élèvent, la colère qui bat.  
On vit des tempêtes, des douleurs amères,  
La lutte est bien là, mais qui donc l’éclaire?  

[Couplet 2 ]
Nos hommes sont enfermés, et moi, j’suis là,  
À m’poser des questions, à chercher pourquoi.  
Les rires d’avant, ils résonnent en moi,  
Mais la solitude, elle m’étouffe dans ses bras.

[Refrain]
La colère, c’est un feu qui brûle,  
Dans le cœur des vivants, qui jamais ne reculent.
La colère, c’est le cri de l’âme,  
Elle s’bat pour la vie, pour éteindre les flammes.

[Couplet 3]
Les émeutes, je le sais, c’était pas la voie,  
Mais qu’est-ce qu’on fait quand on nous laisse pas le choix?  
On se bat pour notre langue, pour notre dignité,  
Contre ceux qui veulent nous voir, à jamais oubliés.  

[Couplet 4 ]
On voit les injustices, on porte le poids,  
Des rêves déchus, des gens qui aboient.  
Nos voix s’élèvent, unies dans la douleur,  
On refuse de plier, on se bat avec ferveur.

[Refrain]
La colère, c’est un feu qui brûle,  
Dans le cœur des vivants, qui jamais ne reculent.
La colère, c’est le cri de l’âme,  
Elle s’bat pour la vie, pour éteindre les flammes.

[Pont]
Et même si le silence pèse,  
Je sais que nos luttes sont de braise.  
La force des femmes, des hommes en colère,  
On construit notre avenir, on ne laisse pas faire.  
Chaque pas qu’on fait, c’est pour ceux qu’on aime,  
Pour que notre culture, jamais ne s’achève.

[Couplet 5]
Alors, levons nos voix, ensemble dans la nuit,  
Pour ceux qui souffrent, pour ceux qui sont pris.  
La colère, elle est là, mais elle nous unit,  
Dans chaque bataille, c’est la vérité qui luit.  

[Couplet 6]
On se bat pour nos droits, contre les injustices,  
Pour que nos enfants vivent sans malice.  
Mon homme, t’es loin, mais ton esprit nous guide,  
Dans cette tempête, on reste intrépide.

Oh ohhh ohhhhh
Oh ohhh ohhhhh
Oh ohhh ohhhhh
Oh ohhh ohhhhh

[Final]
[Voix]
Oui, la colère, c’est l’étincelle d’un demain,  
On se lève ensemble, pour tracer notre chemin.  
Unis dans des luttes, qu’ensemble on va mener,  
Dans le fond de nos cœurs, l’espoir est gravé.  
La colère, c’est l’élan qui jamais ne s’éteint,  
Pour un avenir meilleur, ensemble, main dans la main.

Album : Les Émeutiers
©️Sylvio Boudreau, 2024-2025

La colère

🦃 TURN IT UP: The Thanksgiving Anthem America Needs Right Now.
Forget the quiet background jazz—this Thanksgiving, we’re going STADIUM MODE.
"Pour A Glass of Gratitude" is a massive, euphoric Heartland Rock anthem dedicated to the resilience of the human spirit. It’s U2 meets Springsteen at the dinner table. Driving drums, a "Wall of Sound" chorus, and an epic harmonica solo that will hit you right in the soul.
We live in crazy times—politics, noise, and division. But this track is about sweeping up the mess, digging in your heels, and choosing the sunlight. It’s about that sweat equity and the grace that keeps us standing wild and free.
Play this loud before the turkey is carved. Play it for the family members you disagree with. Play it because, despite it all, the broom is in the closet and we are blessed.
Crank the volume. Pour the glass. Happy Thanksgiving.

Pour A Glass of Gratitude (STADIUM ANTHEM VERSION)
By Russell D. Nomer
Copyright Russell Nomer November 24, 2025 All Rights Reserved 
ASCAP Work ID 933291052   ISRC#QT5AM2591052

Whoa-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh! 
Pour it out! Pour it out!

The calendar is racing, then it hits a sudden brake, A quiet in the madness for a breath we finally take. 
The storms they try to break us, the politics and pain, But we shake 'em off like water from a coat out in the rain! 
The dust is on the floorboards, yeah, the debris is plain to see, But the broom is in the closet and we’re standing, wild and free! 
We patch the cracks, we clear the mud, we rise above the mess, A marvelous resilience is the way that we are blessed!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!


Whoa-oh-oh! (Pour a glass of gratitude!) 
[Short, high-energy harmonica trill] 
Whoa-oh-oh! (Yeah, we choose the sunlight!)

Go back four hundred winters, to a voice that knew the tongue, A man who walked in tragedy while the new world was so young. 
He showed them how to cast the net, and where to sow the seed, On land that held his memories, he met a stranger's need! 
Three days of feasting followed, a harvest in the fall, Before the ink of presidents would standardize the call! 
From a woman’s pen to Lincoln’s desk, to the law of '41, We mark the Thursday on the page until the year is done!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!

You can wallow in the shadows... feel slighted and ignored... Claim the deck is stacked against you... and be bitter and bored. 
But that’s a ghost’s existence! A hollow, empty way! I’ll take the path of looking up for every single day! 
[Build up with rising snare roll] 
The victim wears a heavy chain, the grateful man can fly…It’s a choice we make each morning, looking at the sky! 
YEAH!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!

Yeah, the harder that I dig the earth... (The luckier I get!) 
Sweep up the mess! (Pour it out!) 
Count the blessings! (Pour it out!) 
Whoa-oh-oh! Happy Thanksgiving! 




Pour A Glass of Gratitude (Stadium Anthem Version)

'Fish Out of Water' is a collaboration written by me and Seattle-based folk artist from Nashville, Reid Farnsworth. The song is about traveling the world and embracing those "fish out of water" moments that come with it. This song was recorded live using one microphone in Seattle.

Fish Out of Water (live version)

Kingdoms

Rhythm Acid Acoustic

The Rapids is a poem written by a friend in 2020 during 'The Dark Times'. In my mind I heard it as a song. The tune and chords followed quickly. The message I get is hopeful in the face of challenges and trials. 
CHANGE OF TIDE (The Rapids) Words by J. Eskelson (C) 2020 used with permission.

Change Of Tide 29Nov2025

Everything in life is ephemeral, this is a song about the importance of not holding on

beautiful Silence

First song I've posted to Soundcloud with vocals. Lyrics follow:

Summer's changing now
So different every year
Life, they say, is sweet
In the middle of nowhere

Sunlight, evening bright
In Arctic circle air
Sinking down again
Like no-one even cares

An Arctic evening glows
"Eureka!" Say the glad
As Arctic evenings go
This one's not so bad

Midnight in the sun
The sea's a shade of steel
Adapt and overcome
Each seasonal ordeal

With winter at our heels
Something's bound to change
Between tomorrow and today
They'll never be the same

An Arctic evening glows
"Eureka!" Say the glad
As Arctic evenings go
This one's not so bad

And the coldest river knows
Our tendency to do
Everything we said
That we would never do

Track Photo Credits:
By Joseph Dewey Soper - Canadian Museum of History, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=76362757

Eureka

the story of an angry man who needs love to make the world right

Find What You Need

Finger Picking Song version 3 (SBIB remake)

However much you know, you understand, you experience... you still don't know. Not enough.

Don't Know Enough by DJ ™º feat. Fate of Natalia

In 2000 an off-duty police sergeant lost thousands of dollars on a blackjack table in a newly opened casino in downtown Detroit. Overwhelmed by the losses, he ended his life right there at the table. This song is a fictional story inspired by those events.

This song is a heartfelt confession wrapped in rhythm — a message from someone who doesn’t show love with flowers or rings, but with words carried on a beat. It’s a letter turned melody, a small act of courage sung out loud, hoping it sounds as beautiful to the listener as the feelings behind it.
At its core, it’s about longing, uncertainty, and the magic of someone who keeps appearing in your life until you can’t ignore what they mean to you anymore. Warm, tender, a little shy but full of sincerity — this track celebrates that moment when affection becomes impossible to hide and music becomes the truest way to say it.

Dieser Song ist ein ehrliches Geständnis im Rhythmus – eine Botschaft von jemandem, der Liebe nicht mit Blumen oder Ringen zeigt, sondern mit Worten, getragen von einem Beat. Es ist ein Brief, der zum Klang geworden ist, ein kleiner mutiger Schritt, gesungen in der Hoffnung, dass er für die andere Person genauso schön klingt wie das Gefühl dahinter.
Im Kern geht es um Sehnsucht, Unsicherheit und die Magie eines Menschen, der immer wieder im eigenen Leben auftaucht, bis man nicht mehr ignorieren kann, was er bedeutet. Warm, zärtlich, ein bisschen schüchtern, aber voller Aufrichtigkeit – dieser Track feiert den Moment, in dem Gefühle nicht länger verborgen bleiben können und Musik zur ehrlichsten Art wird, sie auszusprechen.

Dein Song

Ich hab keine Blumen
Aber ich hab diesen Beat
Bring dir keine Pralinen
Aber ich sing dir ein Lied

Das hier ist ein Brief
Der sich selber singt
Dann hoff ich mal bloß
Dass er schön für dich klingt

Das hier ist für dich
War erst ein Gedicht
Jetzt ist es ein Song
Vergiss mich nicht
Denn das hier ist dein Song

Bin mir nicht sicher
Was wir beide sind
Ob wir je was waren
Irgendwas in mir
Will dich seit Jahren

Ich seh dich nur an
Und du lächelst mir zu
Mann oh Mann
Da warst immer du

Der hier ist für dich
War erst ein Gedicht
Jetzt ist es ein Song
Vergiss das nicht
Hier kommt dein Song

Ich schenk dir keinen Ring
Du kriegst diesen Song
Ich sing ihn für dich
All Night Long

Das hier ist für dich
War mal ein Gedicht
Jetzt ist es ein Song
Bitte vergiss uns nicht
Denn das ist dein Song

Baby, Baby, Baby

Das hier ist dein Song
Ich schrieb ihn für dich
Vergiss mein nicht

Da bist immer nur du
Denn da bist immer nur du


Dein Song

My name is Lewis Harper and I am a 22 year old singer/songwriter from Aberdeenshire, Scotland. I typically write and record all instrumental and vocal tracks myself using home equipment, but often collaborate with my older brother Damian, his sound cloud is 'Damson In The Wild'. I write mostly Rock songs but have many influences from The Beatles to Bob Dylan, and from Thin Lizzy to Motorhead.

Please follow my new releases and consider getting some of my merch at https://unitedmasters.com/a/russell-nomer-music

Immersive sound. Authentic connection. Inspired by Asia.

Sound Bath Sessions is a curated audio platform that brings the artistry of live sound baths directly to listeners worldwide. Captured on location across Asia, each recording is an intimate, unfiltered portrait of the practice—where improvised performance meets the raw beauty of ambient sound.

More than just meditation tracks, SBS celebrates sound baths as living works of sonic art. Every session is designed to transport, whether for deep relaxation, mindful reflection, or pure listening pleasure.

By connecting local practitioners with a global audience, SBS builds a bridge between tradition and innovation, offering a catalog that is diverse, honest, and welcoming to listeners of all levels.

Discover sound baths as they truly are—alive, spontaneous, and resonant with the world around them.

https://insighttimer.com/sbsessions

Parolier au service des artistes-interprètes.

⚡ The Audio Energy Drink.

🎧 Producing for 25 years | DJing for 12 years.

I used to survive my sets on three 5-Hour Energies a night. My body eventually couldn't handle the caffeine anymore, so I created this project to simulate that same rush—without the crash. 🚫☕

Phai is high-energy Trap, Breakbeat, and Genre-Fusion designed for insomniac musicians, gamers, and the "grind mode" crew.

🤖 Human Direction x AI Production Tools.
Exploring new sonic frontiers.

👇 LISTEN TO THE CAFFEINE EP:
https://ffm.to/caffeine-phai-ep

Jensen grew up in eastern Washington, raised on the likes of Grand Ole Opry greats Hank Williams, Patsy Kline, and Charley Pride. Soon enough he and his cousins were performing for the family, which led naturally enough into forming bands of his own. A trip to the iconic Seattle studio The Dutchman to track a pop-punk record with producer Gary Mula (Damien Jurado) in 2000 marked his first step into the world of professional recording. 

Eventually pop-punk gave way to a broader palette of personal listening, which is very much reflected in his song writing. The guitar became his main instrument, and he explored all of its secrets broadly; from fingerpicking and folk styles to 90s grunge and alternative rock. In college, Jensen formed the funk-prog group Cadre, with whom he released the 2007 LP We Are The Media. A contingent of the group would go on to form the premier Bellingham funk band Sweet Beets. In 2012, Jensen once again teamed with Mula to record his debut solo album, Unravel the Wire, at the iconic Columbia City Theater. 

During the Covid shutdown, Jensen spent late nights writing and recording music in his basement, building what would eventually become his second solo album release Moon Time. Moon Time was released in 2022 and mixed and mastered by producer Luke Rain. The album features guest appearances by Matthew O’Toole on mandolin and Jensen’s then 3-year-old daughter, Coralie, on the closing track.

Original song demos by a self-taught musician and cartoonist. Everything written and recorded entirely by Thomas Basler.

Creative home recording artist. 
I try to do a lot with just a SURE SM58, acoustic and electric instruments.
My original songs are usually personal, but I also enjoy co-writing a good song.

New tracks tagged #Harmonica