something I made for my sound engineering assignment. happy to welcome any feedback in the comments :)

Instinct

Instinct (Rough Mix)

"The South Wind", (in Gaelic: "An Gaoth Andheas"), also known as "The Martinmass Wind", "The Southern Breeze", "The Southwind" or "The Wind From The South" is an Irish waltz or slow air in 3/4 time.
The tune is taken from a song titled "Oh Wind from the South" that was transcribed from the playing of a harper from County Clare in 1792. The lyrics were originally written in the 1700s, in Gaelic, by Donal "Meirgeach (Freckled)" MacConmara (1715–1810) who was homesick for his homeland in County Mayo, Ireland. 
The tradition tells about a ghost ship bringing back to Ireland the souls of the Irish exiles, called Wild Geese, and mercenaries who had been killed in battle in foreign wars. As the vessel continued around southwest Cork it was driven up the west coast by a southern breeze and the ghosts of the expatriates could be heard intoning this tune, which was picked up by musicians on the coast of Clare who witnessed the event.
In my version I sing and play guitar and mandolins (Napolitan and Octave) as well virtual (Komplete Kontroll) Uillean Pipes. I produced this at my home with Band in a Box and Reaper.

The South Wind on perinteinen irlantilainen viulusävelmä 1700-luvulta Irlannin Claren kreivikunnasta. 
Lyriikan kirjoitti alunperin keltinkielellä Donal "Meirgeach (Pisamainen)" MacConmara (1715–1810).
Perimätiedon mukaan laulu kertoo aavelaivasta, joka toi takaisin Irlantiin irlantilaisten maanpakolaisten, nimeltään Villihanhien, ja ulkomaisissa sodissa taisteluissa kaatuneiden palkkasoturien sielut. Aluksen jatkaessa matkaansa Lounais-Corkin ympäri etelätuuli ajoi sitä länsirannikkoa pitkin, ja maanpakolaisten haamujen kuultiin laulavan tätä sävelmää, jonka Claren rannikolla tapahtuman todistaneet muusikot poimivat.
Versiossani laulan kuin myös soitan kitaraa ja mandoliineja (napolilainen ja oktaavi) sekä virtuaalisena irlantilaista säkkipilliä. Tuotin tämän kotonani Band in a Boxilla ja Reaperilla.

The South Wind Song (An Gaoth Andheas) (trad. Irish tune, Lyrics: Donal MacConmara)

Rolling Hills of Ireland



[Verse 1]
Down by the Liffey in the cold night air,
Neon on cobblestones, code in the square,
He’s got secrets in his laptop, whiskey on his breath,
Irish eyes smiling at the edge of risk and death.

She walks in, red hair like a sunrise flame,
Quiet as a prayer, dangerous as James,
“Are you building little gods there, hiding in your lines?”
He laughs, “Just teaching Irish dreams to think in real time.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Green hills in his heartbeat, data in his veins,
Celtic knots of neural nets running through his brain.

[Chorus]
She’s soft fire, quiet ice,
Magic code in her green eyes,
Whispering, “AI, but make it Irish, love.”
He’s a James Bond made of light,
Flirting with the future night,
Saving worlds with algorithms and a shove.

From Galway rain to Belfast skies,
Shamrock stars, electric wires,
They’re the craic of code and kissing in disguise.
In a land of myths and stone,
They’re rewriting heart and phone,
Soft fire, quiet ice — Irish AI.

[Verse 2]
Backroom in a pub where the Wi-Fi’s strong,
Fiddle in the corner playing old love songs,
He’s pitching to the angels, she’s the danger in the room,
Pitch deck on the screen, but his eyes on her perfume.

“Teach the world to see,” she says, “like Galway waves,”
“Read the soul of markets, map the hidden graves.
But promise me, a stór mo chroí, you’ll use it all for good.”
He smiles, “We’ll guard the data like the old stone wood.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Binary and bodhrán beat, marching side by side,
Ancient runes of Gaelic mixed with numbers in the tide.

[Chorus]
She’s soft fire, quiet ice,
Blessing every roll of dice,
As he flirts with risk like Bond in black and white.
He’s a shadow in a suit,
Celtic charm and coding brute,
Turning Dublin nights to pure electric light.

From Connemara to the Dáil,
They’re letting neural sirens call,
With a wink and with a rebel in their eyes.
AI born of wind and rain,
Built on stories, built on pain,
Soft fire, quiet ice — Irish AI.

[Bridge – magical, half-whispered]
Slán to the fear, fáilte to the new,
Hearts of silicon, but beating green and true.
She leans in, her lips near his,
Not a kiss — just code and bliss,
“Write me something,” she says, “that the world can trust.”

He types slowly, she reads fast,
Irish future built to last,
No black boxes, only honor in the dust.

[Break / Middle 8 – Bond-style build]
Harps and laser lines collide,
Shannon clouds and server sides,
Pints and prototypes at closing time.
Hearts of rebels, minds of steel,
Flirt with fate and make a deal,
Ireland writes the code for humankind.

[Final Chorus]
She’s soft fire, quiet ice,
Emerald spell in midnight bytes,
Guardian of the soul behind the screen.
He’s a secret-agent mind,
Charming, clever, slightly blind,
Till she shows him what this future really means.

From the cliffs to Temple Bar,
They put conscience in the stars,
AI with a heartbeat, not a lie.
With her hand upon his wrist,
They toast the data in the mist:
“Here’s to Soft Fire, Quiet Ice…
Here’s to Irish AI.”

Soft Fire, Quiet Ice Ireland 4000

A video game esq. take on a traditional Irish jig using a slip jig meter style beat. {headphones recommended}

Travelers Luck

Hush and Bright is an ethereal Irish winter song—layered, intimate harmonies like a soft choir of Orla’s own voice, carried by a steady Enya-style string pulse and warm snowfall synth pads. No drums—just drifting motion, candlelight calm, and a gentle blessing of love and peace.

Gaelic words appear only as whispered breaths: grá / síocháin / gaol / sìth.

🎧 Best with headphones for the full depth of the stacked harmonies and stereo shimmer.
📌 If you enjoy Celtic winter ambience and ethereal vocals, please like, subscribe, and share.

If you catch the whispered Gaelic moments, tell me which one you heard first: grá (love) or síocháin (peace). ❄️

One candle burning in the pane,
A welcome sign through winter rain.
Snow turns quiet, streetlights glow,
Soft on the stone where rivers slow.
Holly shadows, hearth-side gold,
Old stories warm the evening cold.
And in the hush the whole world knows,
Peace can fall like falling snow.

Hear the strings like silver thread,
Stitching light above our heads.
Every breath becomes a prayer,
Drifting softly in the air.

Let the snow fall, hush and bright,
Over fields in lantern light.
At the long table, voices stay,
Keeping winter’s dark at bay.
Hold that glow, let troubles cease,
Wrap the world in love and peace.

On Stephen’s Day, the wren-song rolls,
Ribbons, holly, laughing souls.
Not for chasing luck in flight—
Just singing blessings into night.
Footsteps on the frosted ground,
Kindness making all its sound.
Snow keeps time on window glass,
Like secret bells as moments pass.

Under stars in velvet blue,
I come home again to you.
Every chord a candle’s flame,
Calling me by gentle name.

Let the snow fall, hush and bright,
Over fields in lantern light.
At the long table, voices stay,
Keeping winter’s dark at bay.
Hold that glow, let troubles cease,
Wrap the world in love and peace.

If the year turns hard and gray,
We still keep a light to lay
On every road we haven’t seen,
On every heart that needs to lean.
Snowfall medicine, quiet and kind,
Leaving softer thoughts behind.

Let the snow fall, hush and bright,
Over fields in lantern light.
At the long table, voices stay,
Keeping winter’s dark at bay.
Hold that glow, let troubles cease,
Wrap the world in love and peace.

#OrlaCallan #HushAndBright #IrishMusic #CelticMusic #EtherealVocals #WinterSong #Snowfall #AmbientPop #RelaxingMusic #CelticAmbient #EnyaVibes #Choir #StudyMusic #MeditationMusic #unreal

Hush and Bright | Fun Ethereal Irish Winter Song

Top of the morin' to ya laddies. Welcome to the ultimate punch up song! Fresh from Galaway this little mean green is off to settle the score with every bastard known to man! Enjoy this rowdy little number from the world of dispatch!

PUNCHIN UP | PUNCH UP SONG | DISPATCH

Celtic music heard in a dream. Recorded right after waking up.

Voices Of Lohas (music heard in a dream)

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Jethro Heston, Cardboard Foxes - Cut Me Loose (ft. Max Marshall) [Kevin McDaid Remix]

i'm god (jtm remix)

Instinct (Final Mix)

I wrote this based on a story I heard recently and it really moved me.  This one will make you cry - for the joy of a happy ending.  A quiet Christmas can feel heavier than grief, especially when you’ve spent a lifetime holding a family together. “Where I’m Meant to Be” is an ethereal Irish Christmas ballad told through the eyes of an older parent who feels gently moved to the margins: loved, but not fully included.

The song begins in a soft winter minor key and then turns toward warmth and joy as a simple, honest message changes everything: “Come for breakfast. Stay all day.”

If this story resonates, consider sharing it with someone you love, especially someone who might be spending the holidays quietly.

📌 Listen with headphones for the full harmony layering and choir texture.
🎄 Nollaig Shona - Merry Christmas.

I didn’t crack when doctors spoke,
when silence filled the empty chair.
I didn’t crack when I let go
the house we made, the life we shared.

No, my heart slipped on Tuesday’s hush,
a simple line on my phone:
“Dessert at four, if you want…
we’re keeping Christmas morning home.”

No anger there, no thrown-off blame,
just tired words, polite and plain,
but “if you want” can sound like “extra”
when you’ve been “needed” all your days.

Don’t hand me Christmas like a spare,
a small slice saved from your full day there.
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need prime,
I just need in, not “sometime.”
Let me see the morning mess,
paper storms and happiness.
’Cause the best gift under the tree
is being where I’m meant to be.

Back then our place was loud and bright,
cinnamon and kids in flight.
My love would carve that turkey dry,
we’d laugh till late, we’d laugh till light.

I ran the wheels that kept it rolling,
the lists, the lights, the little things.
Now every surface shines too clean,
and silence hums on silver strings.

I woke up early out of habit,
made one coffee, watched the parade.
I saw “Hi Grandma” signs in windows,
and felt my own rooms start to fade.

So I took a drive for human voices,
for any kindness, soft and near.
A cashier smiled, “Merry Christmas,”
and I near broke down right there.

Don’t hand me Christmas like a spare,
a small slice saved from your full day there.
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need prime,
I just need in, not “sometime.”
Let me see the morning mess,
paper storms and happiness.
’Cause the best gift under the tree
is being where I’m meant to be.

At four I stepped into their doorway,
warm air, football, oven heat.
“Grandma!” - eyes up for a heartbeat,
then back to glowing screens and tweets.

A quick hug, kind, but half in motion:
“Leftovers there - help out, okay?”
I smiled and ate the coldest turkey,
like I’d arrived mid-scene, mid-play.

That night I sent one honest sentence,
not a guilt-trip, not a fight:
“I miss the messy morning moments.
I want to feel like I belong.”

And love can shift when truth is gentle,
when you name the quiet ache.
Next year a text came bright and early:
“Come for breakfast. Stay all day.”

I walked in to slippers, bedhead laughter,
pajamas, cocoa, toast on plates.
The kids forgot to be “too cool”
and pulled me in to share their takes.

I tied a bow, I snapped a photo,
I burned the rolls - then we all cheered.
And in that sweet, unplanned commotion,
I felt my purpose reappear.

No more “later,” no more “if,”
we make you part of all of this.
We don’t need perfect, we don’t need prime,
we want you here when it begins.
Let me share the morning mess,
paper storms and happiness.
’Cause the best gift under the tree
is being where I’m meant to be.

Pull up a chair, let old loves stay,
Nollaig Shona, light the day.

#IrishChristmas #CelticMusic #ChristmasBallad #EtherealMusic #OrlaCallan #NollaigShona #HolidayMusic #EnyaStyle #WinterMusic #Family

Where I’m Meant to Be | Uplifting Ethereal Irish Christmas Ballad

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My remix for Dimension's DNB anthem 'Guardian Angel' is finally here. I've been playing this in all of my sets recently and have gotten countless messages to release it. Let me know what you think about it in the comments! Enjoy ♥️

Dimension, Karen Harding - Guardian Angel (Modeā Remix)

A track that is based on the typical style of the Dropkick Murphys. Just a bit of working class punk.

The Rats Stood Up

Lights drift across an endless view
Silent worlds in silver-blue
I’m floating where the noise fades out
In a place untouched by doubt

Gravity loosens, letting me fall
Into a space that feels like a call

I’m rising higher than the dark below
Losing the weight I used to know
Starlines pull me through the night
Guiding me toward a new sunrise

Time bends slow around my skin
Every thought turns paper-thin
I reach for something bright and real
A shifting truth I barely feel

I’m rising higher than the dark below
Losing the weight I used to know
Starlines pull me through the night
Guiding me toward a new sunrise
Starlines pull me through the night
Guiding me toward a new sunrise

A spark unfolds where silence lives
A quiet force that slowly gives
I follow every trace of light
Into a world beyond my sight

Starlines...

Starlines pull me through the night
Guiding me toward a new sunrise

Interstellar

at all

Instrumental is from Bones's song "Branches" Shoutout Team Sesh

Stab City

Mac Phee , vous invite à plonger dans l’univers fascinant de la musique TRAD / FOLK / CELTIQUE avec l’aide des FANS qui commentent à leur façon les pistes audios. Vous découvrirez des nouveautés musicales comme les anciennes. Mais en vous renseignant sur le titre, le groupe, le style et parfois plus pour vous mettre en appétit auditif.

Ci-dessous la liste des titres commentés
Entre ( … ) les FANS intervenants.

Set List
1) 	Vous-Se Vini Cusene Mareye / Jean-Pierre Van Hees et Luc Ponet (Jean Pierre V.)
2) 	Spanky s Farewell / The Britches (Patrice D.)
3) 	Bye Bye Billie / Follia! (Johan Fernand D.)
4) 	Vient la tempete / Moiira (Olivia B.)
5) 	The Ceilidh Set / Pipeslinger (Mac Phee )
6) 	Koko Dembele Yeko / Yohann Le Ferrand Yeko (Yohann L.)
7) 	Pardon Pluneret / Samuel Le Henanff (Samuel L.)
8) 	La Blanche Biche / Malicorne (Alan G.)
9) 	The Christmas Song / Amanda Whiting (Mac Phee )


62ème Emission FANS DE TRAD du Lundi 29 Décembre 2025 avec Mac Phee

The Wild Rover is a very popular and well-travelled folk song. Many territories have laid claim to having the original version.
We learned it from The Dubliners and translated this song into Finnish in 1978 very faithfully to the original one.
In my version I sing and play banjos (Tenor and Plectrum), mandolins (Napolitan and Octave) and guitar as well as virtual (Komplete Kontrol) Uillean Pipes.
I produced this at my home with Band in a Box and Reaper.
The Wild Rover on hyvin tunnettu ja laajalle levinnyt kansanlaulu. Opimme sen irlantilaiselta The Dubliners - yhtyeeltä ja käänsimme suomeksi vuonna 1978 alkuperäisen mukaisesti.
Versiossani laulan ja soitan banjoja (tenori ja oktaavi), mandoliinejä (napolilainen ja oktaavi) sekä kitaraa kuin myös virtuaalisesti (Komplete Kontrol) irlantilaista säkkipilliä.
Tuotin tämän kotonani Band in a Boxilla ja Reaperilla.

Kulkuri (The Wild Rover) (trad.-suom. EB & AL 1978)

I can provide stems for any of my latest tracks if you would like to remix. 

Professionally I'm a UI/UX designer, but I have been in and around music all my life (decided last minute to switch from going into college to focus on music to go to an art college). 

I have several audio samples that I'm down to work on as a collaborator.

Just send me a message :)

Check me out at https://www.aibrean.com/.

Im 43. I write music. I use A.I tools to bring it to life. I edit everything and write everything myself. I have been making music for 30 years.

I might be a guy from Munich, Bavaria, but I'm a huge fan of irish music and celtic music in general and also of Ireland and also Scotland as countries. It's the culture and the vibe in general which made me falling in love a bit with those places.

I mostly write my lyrics myself, always completely randomly, and produce the songs with the help of AI. That's just because I can't really sing and AI is therefore a good tool for realizing ideas. Technology is not my intention, it's the music.

Besides, I don't do this for money or anything like that; it's purely a hobby. It's important to me that people listen to the songs honestly if they like them.

BRAND AMORE RAFFINATO
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Une émission de Radio sur le thème des musiques traditionnelles d'hier et d'aujourd'hui.
Où toutes les musiques diffusées sont commentées par une participation libre des FANS et répétées tout au long de l'année.
Diffusée sur
> UYLENSPIEGEL Folk Radio 91.8fm (FLANDRE)
> RADIO SUD (BELGIQUE)

I’m Orla Callan, a singer-songwriter from Dublin with a love for blending ethereal sounds, folk, and world music. Growing up with musician parents, music has always been my compass. I’m inspired by my Irish roots, travels, and the stories I find along the way. My songs are about exploring the world, embracing its beauty, and getting lost in the magic of sound.

Hi there, I'm creating german-based AI-Songs of different genres. Feel free to like and comment! (I know that AI-Songs aren't always the best and they cannot replace real songs, but I'll try my best =)

Welcome to my world! All the music I make comes from my dreams and sometimes hyperconscious meditations.
When I hear a melody from the realm I visit, I "trigger the wake up" and immediatly record it on this level.
May you feel the love, peace, joy and strength I feel during these moments. Enjoy!

Home recordings for the pass time of an retired old man.

My name is Michael Montgomery. I am a beginner music composer with a passion for video game music composition hoping to one day work together with a company or team to make my dream a profession. I work using FL studio and audacity to create my music and have been told that I have a talent for music so I figured I would pursue that talent and share it with the world.

Kevin McDaid is an Irish house producer and DJ from Cork. He has been releasing tracks since 2021, and his music is influenced by the likes of MK, Belters Only, and Seamus D.

In early 2023 after consistently posting track after track, he had his first independent release My Lovin' go viral everywhere, especially on TikTok, Spotify and Soundcloud. Now on all his releases, he has amassed over 10 million streams on all platforms.

He made his home debut gig at the start of 2024, warming up for NewEra in Cyprus Avenue.

Trying to be different. 
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Bookings (W/W): rob@musicfirstagency.net
Enquiries: modea@modeamusic.net / mgmt@modeamusic.net
Promo: promo@modeamusic.net

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