The first written for my upcoming Time Machine EP with similar music to Enigma and Time Machine, the next track I composed after Drift.

Electro Chill Nu Jazz at 76 bpm

An original composition, no AI,  written digitally MIDI to DAW
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WORDS that I wrote upon listening to a pre-production mix but they don’t necessarily fit the music. Yet.

Oh
Drift away safely with your head up in the clouds
Yeah drift
Where luscious dreams of a beautiful life are allowed 
Encouraging 
Cosmic lullaby 
Rocking gently 
until you sigh

Drift
Later maybe?
No, commit, baby
Drift drift drift drift 
Drift until your mind shifts 

Nothing can steal your moment 
Remember to keep faith 
letting go to drift will show it 
Wise words sayeth 
As you believe — so go with it
That is how to achieve
Drift 
To know it
Drift 
Go with it 
Drift
Let yourself flow 
Safe in the 
Drift
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76 bpm

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Professional Keyboard 
E-INSTRUMENTS 
Concert Grand 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
Ambient Lead
Lunar Chords 
Cinema Strings 
Violas
South African Singers
Deep Round Bass Synth 
Upright Ballad Bass 
E-PERCUSSION 
Roadhouse Kick Shaker 
Hip Hop 90s Kit 
African Kit 
Latin Kit 

COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK created using the DaVinci app for AI-generated original images and the artist’s CGI designed into a composite in Photoshop.
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ARTIST’S NOTE: 
I composed Drift one afternoon in May when I was literally adrift in disappointment, feeling low, uninspired, and fatigued. Empty. How could I create when I was so low? And a thought rang back answering like a bell  — just show up!

All I had to do, my inner voice told me, was show up, put your fingers on the keyboard for a moment. And I did, using the laptop’s built-in MIDI, selecting a VST called Cinema Strings, instinctively I hit an F6 chord — I have an affinity with the key of F because, as a student, I played French Horn, an F instrument. So I’m pressing the keys, and by a slow count of eight of the metronome’s clicks — bam! The music started playing in my head as if already written. I raced to unravel it in threads of melodies, searching for keys that matched what I was hearing in my mind’s ears.

The lesson for me as an artist is to remember to keep faith despite how I might feel. Because the music is waiting for a humble vessel. Just show up.
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Drift

ROCK

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.


Invictus (A poem by William Henley)

Original song: @neowakan- Not the Same
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02-07-2025
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i was supposed to delete almost 4 tracks (plays/likes/cmnts/insights-all gone), to free some space for a new download! All music platforms "suck"
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lyrics:
They're telling us to go back, 
To what we were in the past,
But we are no more there, 
That version of us stands in the distance, 
and it's waving us goodbye, 
Wishing us good luck, 
we are not the same. 

They're telling us to hold back,
of sharing what hurts inside, 
But they were no more there.
Pain, fear, shame, and hate,
They're better keep quiet there's no debate, 
Didn't run for their lives
So they don't care!

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well, twelve days may not seem so long to many! but it can turn the whole world of some ppl upside down 4ever!

Not the Same

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 
  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.
  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 
   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow

Wherever U Go-Eclectic Collective

Electronic music with story telling, landscaping, made in Logic Pro, cover with Nomad Sculpt and Blender. Old-school electronic music with Tangerine Dream and Jean-Michel Jarre inspirations. The title is given after the song Proton Bonfire by Tangerine Dream.

Dawn in Neutron Frost

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....

/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Odyssey begins - Age of Melancholy Incoming // The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Vedran - Louder Than the End of Time

Systeme Biotic-Radix  [Dark Nature Concept]

Passing Humpbacks

Do Not Fade is Madd Rod at his most introspective: fast-paced on the surface, yet emotionally unhurried. It moves with urgency, wrapped in a kind of glowing nostalgia that blurs the line between memory and momentum.

Hints of darkwave and post-punk run beneath the surface, but it is the brightness that catches you off guard: warm, vintage synths lend the track a romantic pull without slipping into sentimentality, giving it clarity even in the haze.

Hopeful yet restless, Do Not Fade feels like motion through fog. It is the kind of track that finds you at the end of a long night, when the lights come up and everything feels exactly as it should, the soundtrack for a core memory.

Stream/Download

Madd Rod - Do Not Fade (Eternal Love Mix)

Long time lost music maker. Contact me at: talosbrun@icloud.com

Dawn in Neutron Frost

Talos Brun