Written, recorded and produced by Vegard Skjerdingstad

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Nandita & Jivanta's Ceremony

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
(softer breath)
Falling again
(through the décor)
I’m gone
(trembling sigh)
Falling again
(through the décor)

My heart spills at the café
Can you
Tears blur the vieux décor
Can you
A naïve confession rising
Can you feel, feel, feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone

I’m gone

Morning light slipping over a rooftop décor
I’m stirring a thé mentholé like a tired gourmet
The boulevard thoughts follow me into the souk’s façade
Every scent feels curated, like a myth from a boutique

A lazy breeze paints mirages across the carpet stalls
I watch artisans move with a kind of Parisian grace
Maybe that’s just my naïve Saint-Germain projection
A traveler posing as a poet in borrowed colors

Letting my fatigue melt into the amber air

(C'est la vie) the city hums like a whispered secret
(C'est la vie, oh oui), oh ou the quiet pulse slides under my café chair
(C'est la vie)the palms sway like a chic illusion
(C'est la vie, oh oui), I’m falling deeper into this soft mirage

Later, on a terrace in Guéliz, I trace the skyline slowly
Pretending I understand every shadow in the décor below
Some part of me cries softly, but stylishly, into my crème
As if Montmartre followed me here just to watch me feel alive

C'est la vie

Silky steps echo down rue des Archives
You move like a rétro dream in reprise
Streetlights bending around your silhouette
A quiet disco-breath I can’t forget
We drift beside old cafés still glowing
Your smile feels like a secret unfolding
Paris keeps the seventies never going away

Closer, you whisper mon amour in the dark
And every color slides around your spark

What you doin' on your feet? Hey
What you doin' on your feet? Hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin' on your feet?
What you doin' on your feet? Hey, hey, hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Spin me through le rêve électrique
Silver walls dancing in rythme mystique
Your touch loops like an old club refrain
We float, poids léger, beyond any chain
Paris shines through us again and again

Cassette tones sliding across the Seine
Your perfume drifting like old vinyl grain
You laugh, and Montmartre turns gold around us
Taxi radios playing deep disco-plus
We chase reflections in each arcade window
Your fingers trace le tempo très slow
Night after night, Paris keeps the old glow

You pull me back with a quiet “viens”
And everything starts over again

What you doin' on your feet? Hey
What you doin' on your feet? Hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin' on your feet?
What you doin' on your feet? Hey, hey, hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing, Dancing, Dancing
Dancing

What you doin' on your feet ?

I walk alone through early morning silence
Carrying a promise I have never held
Heart drifting like a soft vieux souvenir
Waiting for a feeling I have only imagined

I trace slow circles inside my own thoughts
Chasing l’écho of someone not yet here
Every breath a tiny fragile horizon
I fall for the dream more than the embrace

There is always something to offer inside
There is always something quiet to follow
There is always something tender to believe

With you even if you are only dans mon esprit
With you the world turns soft and bleu

How I keep loving the shape of a hope
How I wait for the love I invent
How I breathe for the longing itself

Slow steps through a café window glow
I picture a smile I may never touch
Paris nights folding into gentle cotton air
Dream of a hand reaching for mine un jour
Loving the idea more than the moment

There is always something calm to discover
There is always something warm to trust
There is always something quiet to feel

Alone but carried by my own lumière
Love lives here even if it is just the thought

There is always something

Beaming up
Can you feel it?
The way it goes to and fro’
In your business
Shooting stars if it means
That we’re in this

Cleaning up
The mess I made
Hole in my heart you burrowed
I can explain
All of my ire and fire
Buy a ring! (Wait!)

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Speaking up
Can you hear it?
Talking with you all night, every night (Baby!)
Balking at the notion that you’re all mine (Baby!)

Cleaning up
The mess I made
Hole in my soul, I furrow
I can explain
Tempered erosion
So I send the rain

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know
If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Honey, the onus lies with me
You got me acting real sweet
Such a sight just in your sweats
A mark on the side of your neck

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know
If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Satellite

A bit of a sentimental track, born out a jam.

All keys by Feddo Westra. 
Bass, drum programming and production by Peter Hofland

Artwork: unknown

Dear Mother

Lost

A late-night funk-rock jam built on tight drums, low-key cymbals, hooky guitar riffs, and swirling B3/Rhodes tones. Drinks at Thom’s Place tells the story of wandering star-spirits dropping into Earth for one wild backyard groove with Thom — and the whole track feels like that moment. Melodic improv guitars stretch into space, the bass dances around the pocket, and the keys shimmer with warm cosmic color. It’s festival energy with a hippie soul: part jam-band adventure, part interstellar house party, all laid-back vibe. Perfect for cruising, chilling, or drifting through your own midnight sky.

Drinks at Thom's [NEAS Years]

Adapted from a piano piece recorded on microcassette around the year 2000.

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chroma.sys - A Puff of Blue (encore)(untitled rpg edit)

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Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Born out of late-night jams and the endless search for a groove that never quits,  Vibe Syndicate isn’t just a band—it’s a living, breathing experiment in sound. With roots tangled in rock, funk, blues, and the sprawling improvisational spirit of the jam scene, the Syndicate has built its reputation on never playing the same show twice.

Their music is a blend of road-worn storytelling and cosmic exploration. Songs bend and stretch like smoke in the air—sometimes tender, sometimes fiery, always alive. Audiences are invited not just to listen, but to join the journey: each night a new adventure, each note a ripple in the collective vibe.

Drawing influence from the likes of the Grateful Dead, moe., Phish, and the soulful fire of Tedeschi Trucks, the Syndicate forges its own path, weaving together lyrics that speak to heartbreak, hope, and the mysteries of existence with grooves that make you move before you know it.

At its heart, The Syndicate is about community. The band believes that music is a vessel for connection, and every performance is an opportunity to build something bigger than themselves. Whether it’s in a smoky dive bar, a festival field at sunrise, or a tiny living room session, they bring the same spirit: raw, honest, and unafraid to stretch beyond the edge.

Exploring a blend of improvisation, styles, minimal composing and maximal production.

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