The pic with Yoda is from straight after I jammed the acoustic version. Jedi Cat ❤️‍🔥

awesome an, there is a suspense thats joyful here

As a butterfly dances across the surface of a warm summer lake… its beauty goes undusturbed as even the hungry fish below the surface grant its grace free passage.🤘🌞🤘🔥🔥🔥awesome track🌞

https://youtu.be/h_DjmtR0Xls?si=QfwHnXvrk2v_6Kmb

I've been reading your bi for 2 songs.  It's wonderful to have a place to call with lots of memories.  I had a home like that, too.

So beautiful... this resonates at a deep frequency 🤍

Through mountains and hills

We recently did an interview about the railways with my father, who is a retired train driver. I was inspired by the heroic era of the Hungarian Railways he told me about. The sound samples come from the Citizen DJ website: https://citizen-dj.labs.loc.gov/

As we saw

Blowholes from Mars

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan
Solo piano improv For The One True Form - 1

Tempting The Wake Of His Brush

Open

The phrase "he walks around with a conscious through greed" is an interesting juxtaposition of terms. It suggests someone who is aware of their greedy actions but continues to pursue them, implying a deliberate choice rather than an unconscious compulsion. This could highlight a conflict between a person's moral compass and their desire for more.

The Weight of Gold

One acoustic guitar track expanded with some effects

Expansion

The third track from my EP CHEMICAL is SCARY TRUTH. 135 BPM. 9m39s. The longest track in this EP. But this is the most psychedelic and rave-like, so this is perfect for listening to while swaying back and forth. In short, this can be used as a good BGM. CHEMICAL Link in Bio!

SCARY TRUTH

Tempo 148 BPM
Timing 4/4
Tuning 421.6Hz A ~ Wolfgang Amadé style 🫡


Cleansed

I hold my hands up
I was naive
That AI poison made it to my feed
I gave them real
The full passion
But right now music needs full real ration

Deleted
Forgotten
Cleaned
Fixed
Deceiptors
Fake flocking
Deceived
Tricked

Now to protect this musical world
I am an an artist
I am this pearl
No more poison until conscious time
No more fake melody tainting my rhyme

A small part of me felt sorry for the human
But the human made the lie
The fake profiles they perusing
That's the problem in a nutshell (Sorry Layne)
So all AI music can go to hell
(So sayeth Staley)

Cleansed in the end

I won't name names I mean not hurt
But I'll save the spirit of Cobain, Kurt
You plagarised him
You spit on your child
How about Morrison
Pêre-Lachaise losing smile

I'll do this for Bowie, Buckley & Cash
I'll protect their Spirit from AI music rash
How? We'll make new just like they did
We'll inspire new humanism with beautifully candid

Music is Soul
Music is Spirit
I am it's role
I am no limit
I am brain new with ego controlled
They'll feed your Spirit with mellifluous gold

Cleansed in the end
May the real win
The real will win

https://youtu.be/3Nlb-m_vKYM?si=XLoXT2W047tQkIj8
Rock Beato doing his best to call out a fake there!
It's a fucking disgrace to music that Spotify allow this. TBD ain't going near Shitify anytime soon. They are ruining music

This song is an acknowledgement that I had actually collaborated with a couple of AI artists. I decided to delete them and I'll say no more although I was happy with my input and if I'm honest it hurts to do it for lots of reasons and I could have just zipped it too but.... Not in these moments  unfortunely there is too much at stake. We musicians take this stuff to heart so in a way we are a gauge of how we should be emotionally intelligent with this very dangerous scourge on creativity. So I needed a good cleansing.
Now my bio doesn't lie 🕺🏽 🙌🏽

Technically associating with AI profiles is most likely a negative thing... or at least it should be if the algorithms at work were actually clever enough to manage this stuff! We need innovation for transparency and education on why projecting these fake profiles is very harmful to a business which already has very questionable fairness aimed at younger artists. We need to inspire them not turn them into dummies happy with a fake song and 8 hours of Tik Tok instead of making real music and expressing it with their voices and fingers and actually wiring their brains with more abundant connections. It's all related for me. Social media short dose info/ quickly making shitty songs with AI... it's a bonfire of bullshit limited thought and we need to face up to it or kids are going to be content with that matrix! Schweeeet 🤘🏽🔆

Cleansed

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Roof Rack

Something possibly important for us all.
Today, September 12th 2025 I got a hate speech strike from a track that was uploaded and not being listened to from November called Good Globe. Two days ago I shared an article on the Polish drone incursion on the track and created a playlist with the track to have it shared and current. Yesterday also SoundCloud seemed to have a server issue where all the get heard tracks lost function for about 6-8 hours. If anyone else noticed this problem with get heard and has received any similar unusual hate speech strikes I'd appreciate if you could share with me either publicly or privately. I know of one other SoundCloud user that has been effected by this out of the blue. Here's to free speech remaining and peace on this planet please 🫡❤️‍🔥

Hello, Welcome to my music.
All these creations are made by hard work and years upon years upon years of practice and trying to explain this world and the human condition to myself in the process through poems & songs. Thanks for all of your wonderful support.
Peace and Love to Everyone,
Carl Culliton

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