Awaken Dear Ones is a sonic transmission encoded with soul technology - music as soul medicine, memory activation and magic. Shyralee's debut album weaves mystic folk, ancestral prayer, and ethereal soundscapes to awaken the sleeping parts of the soul and call us home to the New Earth. Each song is a portal: tender, wild, and wise-guiding listeners through grief, rebirth, remembrance, and radiant power. This is not just music; it is a seven-layer activation portal. The voice of the Oversoul, a lullaby for the masses, a warm blanket for the lost, and a summoning for the sovereign. Accept this invitation to walk into a new world where every one of us is sacred. 

Release Schedule:
Awaken Dear Ones Single + Two Remixes: August 29th
Into the Blue Single + Remix: September 11th
Star-eyed Lover + Remix: September 25th
Love, Love + Remix: October 9th
Full album: October 16th

The full album will be available for download at www.elysiansoundcollective.com starting August 29th.

Awaken Dear Ones Album Preview

Lo-fi chill instrumental that is evocative of remeniscence, brings forth the fondest memories and evokes pure nostalgia. Chillhop focus study beat etc etc. Listen and tell me what you think.

Memories Of Her

 Last Of The Midnight Rodeo
Mark Lambert  Jin Karns

V I
          We’d be crowding the stage when the bands came on
Be singin’ the words to all the songs           
           Packin’ the floor to those country sounds
Neon shadows dancin’ ‘round, dancin’ round  

Yeah. just a little place off the interstate
	A perfect way to spend my Friday nights  
	Forgettin’ about how I spent the week 
	Kickin off with a bucket of beer on ice
	Yeah… it sure was nice
Chorus
           But, you never know when things can change
When you’re not looking they get rearranged
Yeah, sometimes life just slips away
Even though ya want ‘it to stay the same, 

Stay the same

V2
          Thought I’d drive by the Midnight Rodeo 
See ‘th’ place for old times sake
My old truck bout knew the way
I swear it felt like yesterday

 But, when I pulled in, the sign was gone 
 It was dark inside, weren't no lights on 
 Nobody around, didn’t hear no songs 
 Made me wonder what went wrong


 Chorus
          But, you never know when things can change
When you’re not looking they get rearranged
Yeah, sometimes life just slips away
Even though ya want ‘it to stay the same, 

Stay the same

Breakdown

Yeah, sometimes life just slips away
Even though ya want it to stay the same, 

Stay the same
           
Man, it  just don’t stay the same


Last Of The Midnight Rodeo

dans le soleil du sable ;
dans l'eau un miroir. 

ou puis-je te voir ? 
Le fantôme d'Hier Soir;

mirage passés (mirage passés) 
encore Une Histoire

qu'on lit seul dans le noir (qu'on lit seul dans le noir....) 
qu'on vit seul sans Savoir... 

ces Murs renferment plus qu'On Pense
; c'est avec des briques qu'on se panse

le coeur ouvert et en carance, 
dans le Chapiteau Ou N'Jamais s'arrête La Danse


là-Haut j'ai rêvé d'une chose :
un Jet d'Encre bien morose ;
un Pot pourri de Fleurs Roses - de fleurs Roses

un Bouquet de fleur qu'on Donne à personne
(un bouquet De Fleur Qu'on donne À Personne) 
le genre Qu'on garde pour Les derniers Jours
(Le Genre qu'On Garde Pour les Derniers jours) 

quand on est Tout en Haut de la Tour ;
que le Magicien Fasse Son tour! 

qu'Il Sorte des bonnes Nouvelles de son Chapeau 
et lorsque la Pluie S'Arrêtera
II changera Le Mauvais temps en une belle Chose
apparaîtra Un arc-En-ciel qu'on arrose! 

un Endroit pour les Monstres des Fables (les monstres!) 

un Secret enfoui comme une Algue
un Trésor tout au fond de l'Eau (tout au Fond!) 
Un souvenir qu'on Cherche à La Nage



sous le soleil du sable (glou glou) ++s06

Always Love You

This song is about remembering my mother on her birthday who passed away years ago.

Mother I remember you_

This song grew out of my blog themes on silence, nostalgia, and moving on. It’s about learning to understand my emotions, accept how much the world changes, and realizing that sometimes what you love most becomes just a feeling you chase. This is a song I wrote and composed to a large degree, and used AI to sing for me.

04 Echoes of What We Were

3 Loves

This is the first song that I wrote for and about Billie Gayle after we lost touch. It was 40 years ago, so I have a hard time remembering what happened. I think we both just went our own separate ways. But I'll never forget her, or what we shared, and I miss her to this very day.  

Forever

A collection of 11 tracks of brooding and dark music for mysteries, crime thrillers, suspense and tension.

These tracks will go well with scenes of crime/criminals, dark thrillers, supernatural thrillers, action thrillers and suspenseful mysteries.

Each track comes in various cuts, versions or mixes, giving you great options in editing. All in all there are 90 audio files (from 11 different main compositions).

For licensing, contact
https://www.LynnePublishing.com


Buy/License

J. A. Ericson - Slow Dawn

so far away

Who even knows when rain next arrives? May as well enjoy it while it lasts.

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This is a wildly experimental track. Needs some work, but I guess I like where it's gotten to enough to share.

Pluviator (Near FInal WIP)

The Forgotten Promise | By The William Altig Choir

We all carry something ancient within us—a promise made before memory, a purpose that calls to us through the noise of daily life. "The Secret Vow" is a heavy blues meditation on the profound loss we feel when we've forgotten why we're here.

Drawing from the Buddhist teaching of the Bodhisattva vow—the commitment to return to this world of conflict to benefit all beings—this song explores what happens when life's preoccupations bury that sacred purpose so deep it becomes a secret even to ourselves. The weight we carry isn't a burden to escape, but a key waiting to unlock our deepest calling.

Through haunting fingerpicked guitar, wailing slide, and raw vocal testimony, the song journeys from confusion and heaviness toward the breakthrough moment of remembering. It's about waking up to the realization that we didn't come here by accident—we came on purpose, with purpose.

For anyone who's ever felt simultaneously lost and called, burdened by a mission they can't quite name, preoccupied by a thousand distractions while something sacred whispers from beneath it all—this song is for you.

The secret vow was never hidden. It was sleeping in your heart. And today's the day you start.


Lyrics
Verse 1
[Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sparse and haunting]
I wake before the dawn breaks, with weight upon my chest
Something whispers in the silence, won’t let my spirit rest
There’s a promise in my bones, carved deeper than my name
But the preoccupations of this life have smothered out the flame
I walk these streets like shadows, familiar but alone
Each face I pass, a question mark, each moment overthrown
By bills and fears and anger, by the grinding of the day
While something sacred calls to me from ages far away

Chorus
[Full band enters: slide guitar, upright bass, brushed drums]
I made a vow, I made a vow
Before I can’t remember when
To walk into the fire, to come back here again
But the secret’s grown so heavy
That I’ve buried it from me
I made a vow to all of you
But I’ve forgotten how to see

Verse 2
[Guitar builds intensity, adding distortion on the edges]
Some nights I dream of battlefields where suffering runs deep
Of reaching out my hands to hold the ones who cannot sleep
Of stepping through the doorway into conflict and to pain
Not running from, but running toward, to help them break the chain
But morning comes with coffee, with the traffic and the news
With a thousand small distractions and a thousand small refusals
To remember why I’m here at all, what mission brought me through
The veil between the worlds I’ve known to stand here next to you

Chorus
[Heavier, with harmonica wailing between lines]
I made a vow, I made a vow
Before this flesh and bone
To benefit all beings, not to walk this path alone
But the secret’s grown so heavy
I’m a stranger to myself
I made a vow that mattered once
Now it’s gathering dust on shelves

Bridge
[Music strips down to just voice and acoustic guitar, building gradually]
Wait—
There’s a crack in the concrete
There’s a light beneath the door
There’s a reason I keep stumbling
Like I’ve been here once before
Maybe—
[Drums return, soft but insistent]
All this weight I’m carrying
Isn’t burden, it’s a key
To unlock the ancient promise
That’s been waiting inside of me
[Full band swells]
I came into this world of conflict
Not to add more to the pain
But to hold the hand of suffering
And walk with it again

Final Chorus
[Triumphant, cathartic, full-throated]
I made a vow, I MADE A VOW
And now I’m starting to recall
To come back here in service
To answer when you call
The secret wasn’t hidden
It was sleeping in my heart
I made a vow to benefit all beings
And today’s the day I start
I made a vow to benefit all beings
And today’s the day I start

Outro
[Extended instrumental fade with slide guitar and harmonica trading phrases, like a conversation between the old forgotten self and the newly awakened one. Ends on a single, sustained note of resolution]

The Forgotten Promise

I’m mainly a painter, although I can play simple tunes on the Guitar, Ukulele Charango and Keyboards; hence I think of my musical compositions as ‘sound paintings.’ When I’m creating a new piece I try to picture the scene and the emotions in my mind. The descriptions and the uploaded images are there to assist the listener to visualise my musical creation.  My view of any kind of art be it painting, sculpture or music, is that it should leave an impression, whether it is good or bad is up to the individual viewer or listener. The viewer/listener either likes it or not. I always have music playing (sometimes I even dance to the music) while I’m painting, as it keeps me in the mood of that particular artistic piece.  My main musical influences are Jean Michel Jarre, Frank Zappa, Los Calchakis, Tchaikovsky and The Rolling Stones. I also create small sculptural pieces, write poetry and short stories plus occasionally photography. . My artistic influences are Van Gogh, the Fauvists such as Matisse, Derain and Vlaminck, French and Nordic Impressionists namely Monet, Cezanne, Munch, Osslund and Erichsen.  Nolde, Kalella, Klimpt, Hokusai, Hundertwasser and  Wu Guangzong have also had an influence on my work.

It is the stories and our imagination that give life and meaning to this world. And because I love music ... that it questions, that it awakens, that it intrigues, that it disturbs, that it moves... beyond the boundaries of genres ... This project is an expectation, a research in embryo ("one man band"), and the exploration - being for the moment totally free to leave the field - of the possibilities open to changing inspiration and protean nonconformism ... I admit that it is not easy to enter, and I thank all the more those who took the time to stop and listen to some of these stories ...

I write songs for the haunted, the hopeful, and the ones who still ache. These aren’t tracks—they’re testimonies. If you’ve ever loved and lost, scroll no further.

Rooted in emotional clarity and cinematic depth, I create music not for the charts, but for the moments in between—when silence begs for understanding and melody carries the words we can’t quite say. Every track is written with intention, produced with nuance, and shaped by a relentless pursuit of honesty. No gimmicks, no templates—just songs built to resonate long after the final note.

From timeless orchestral movements to progressive rock textures, I don’t follow trends—I follows truth. And when the world gets loud with noise, my work leans into stillness, offering solace to anyone still listening with both ears and heart.

Welcome to the other side of music—the side that means something.

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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Low fidelity, high vibrations, and a gentle reminder that we’re not alone. Soft sounds for heavy days, The Great Basin is a place for healing, grounding, and learning to accept what we can and can’t control.

I blend folk and spirit into songs that feel both raw and otherworldly.
Every lyric holds a thread of story, every melody a spark of magic.
This is music for the seekers, the dreamers, and the ones who long to awaken.

Lynne Publishing is a music label representing a library of high-quality, carefully developed and curated production music, available to license for use in your own media.We develop our own music with contracted professional composers, both young and exciting talents and experienced film- and TV composers.

All our music is available for easy licensing for use in media creations, such as videos, films, games, TV, online, social media, corporate use, etc. To obtain a Master Synchronization license for any of music, contact us via www.LynnePublishing.com

UK Electronic music artist from Essex, England.

New tracks tagged #Remembering