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July 2025 - part 6

BEGIN THE SAGE IF THERE ARE STIMULANTS LEFT

Wed, July 30/2025 - GLOBAL AWARENESS RisiNG // 
Spread the Love - Stop the TERROR

YOU MATTER - SPEAK up!

Wed, July 30/2025 - GLOBAL AWARENESS RisiNG // Spread the Love - Stop the TERROR

Your Mix 1

Life doesn't always go how you see it you got to learn how to deal.

Thats Just Life

The Space, Sensual Beauty, and SEX
These are very mysterious and cosmic.
Hence, I named the title of this song "S".

I was able to make this track a very chillout piece.

[Spotify]
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/3N1VvakgkI9dF

single

Spotify

[OUTNOW]  S    Short ver.

Aku Sayang x Sprinter (mashup)

Mori (feat. Julia Fajdek)

Acoustic guitar instrumental written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree

The Salvation

Stitched Together

Echoes Of Pain

May 30 2024

Can You Relate

Failed reload song (2).mp3.mp3

the Other Blue Planet

first single from the album

coming whenever it's done

what's my name?

Demo track. I compose and produce across genres, tailoring every song to the artist’s unique style. Experienced in ghost-writing & producing for multiple singer-songwriters.

Instagram: theestproducer

Let That Shit Go (Demo)

Gente Corronpida

Elephant II

rhythm of the distant.

Moog M32, Kyra, piano, guitar Animoog Z, MicroFreak were mashed together for this piece.

Edge of the World From A Different Perspective

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

An ode to the Colorado River.
Beats, Production by Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Lyrics, Mix by Nadia Selvaggi
P-line:
℗ 2025 Nadia Selvaggi. Oussama Arichi
C-line:
© 2025 Nadia Selvaggi, Oussama Arichi

The Colorado by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

Just cruising
Picture of Peer's bike @ Ottersum, The Netherlands

Take it easy

Yotta
clouDNine
Release Date: 2025-06-20
Genre: Dance
Sub Genre: Techno
Label: clouDNine Recordinga
UPC: 199348619453

Yotta

Beats, Production by Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Lyrics, Mix by Nadia Selvaggi
Cuban men: Pixabay
Field Recording (guitar) from the Freesound Community
Photo: Miami's Ocean Drive, 1955
Art: Nadia
P-line:
℗ 2025 Nadia Selvaggi. Oussama Arichi
C-line:
© 2025 Nadia Selvaggi, Oussama Arichi

Magic City by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

Bruce Klepper's beautiful piece "Chiaroscur" inspired me a few ideas about art that I wrote in French. I sang them over Bruce's instrumental, improvising some melodies and vocal harmonies, and here is the result. 

*** L'ART POUR L'ART ***

L'art pour l'art, ou l'art pour l'argent?
Car il faut bien vivre, il faut bien survivre.
C'est bien évident...
Parfois c'est bien clair.
Parfois ça dépend…
Pour atteindre les rêves il faut rester sur sa faim,
et jeuner souvent, et prier longtemps.  
On prie quand on cherche la réponse dans l'âme,
la beauté dans le geste, le génie dans le vent.
L'obsession qui nous prend de puiser le néant,
de parfaire une esquisse, de créer tâtonnant,
c'est ça l'art pour l'art
qui coule dans le sang.

L' Art Pour L' Art (based on Bruce Klepper Chiaroscur instrumental)

En souvenir de la fête des pères
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkkdHZRCXIg
[Refrain]
Papa je t'aime
Tu es mon héro
Tu es le roi de mon cœur
Tu es ma vie

[Verse]
Tu es toujours là pour moi
Tu me soutiens dans mes épreuves
Tu es mon guide de tous les jours
Tu résous bien des problèmes

[Pre-Chorus]
Papa tu es mon Dieu sur terre
Je me sens protégé à tes côtés
Et je ne te remercierai jamais assez
De m'avoir tant aimé

[Chorus]
Papa je t'aime
Tu es mon héro
Tu es le roi de mon cœur
Tu es ma vie

[Bridge]
Papa je t'aime
Papa je t'aime

[Verse 2]
Tu as toujours cru en moi
Tu m'as donné confiance en mes rêves
Et tu m'as toujours tout donné
Sans jamais rien demander

Papa je t aime

New radioshow with some future musical releases*
Listen of your favorite podcast apps : tr.ee/BhmG-T3QUG
-Promos : tstack.app/b-prada
Here is my channel so you don't miss anything: www.instagram.com/channel/AbZBoxJ1S1eA8XOU/
Tracklits :
01)Thomas Newson & Paskman - Carretero 
02)ID - ID *
03)Javi Torres,Santorino - La Playa 
04)Diego Antoine & Stilo Mancia - House N Love *
05)DONT BLINK - WITHIN THE SCREEN *
06)Kevin de Vries & SLVR ft. Stella von Lingen - Life *
07)Adam Sellouk & Doriann - Nocturnal *
08)John Summit & Gorgon City ft. Rhys From The Sticks - Is Everybody Having Fun? *
09)Essentia & Squ4re - Lost In Ibiza *
10)Equinøx - Cada Vez *
11)Ōsé - Finer Things RULES DON'T APPLY *
12)Armand van Helden - I Want Your Soul (Freejak Remix) *
13)Buogo - Alive 
14)Baum, IDA fLO, Bastian Bux - Good Things Petit Comite of House
15)Nicole Moudaber & Castion - Get Back *
Tracklits :https://1001.tl/24v0dsm

Apple Podcast

This Is The Groove Radio Show  #76

Lost Glory

                   

the song is metaphorical...not biographical 

Princess Margaret                                                                                    
The pageant begins, now court is in session
I bow to your Grace, that look on your face,
the serpent uncoils.
                                                                       
Its venom released, the cameras don’t see it.
No word out of place, alone in this space, how could we be royals?

Just as Princess Margaret tried 
to find a place to ride.                                                               Put out on parade, she could not be saved
Her dog days are through
She danced in the night
Then gave in to the fight  
So when you play the Queen
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you 

The royal blue, this tainted luxury. 
Just like the fear, I keep inside of me. 
We’ll keep our distance, just like the monarchy.                                                                      
When you play the Queen, I'll be the Princess Margaret for you

Here comes the Prince, you know the one ‘cross the ocean.
Changing his name, he found future and fame, then something to do.

And like the soon to be King, he’s been waiting forever.
It’s really too much, this brief human touch, he gives me and you.


Princess Margaret tried,
To find a place to hide.
The royal parade, she could not be saved,
Her dog days are through.
She danced in the night.
Then gave in to the fight.
So when you play the Queen, 
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you.

That jewel you crave, our crown of destiny.
These games we play, you’ve got to ride with me.
Wave to the crowds, cause they can't really see,
How you play the Queen and I play the Princess Margaret for you.
You play the Queen and I'll be the Princess Margaret for you. 




Princess Margaret

- Horn of Turandor - 
Chronicles of the Forsaken Chapter II
Epic Orchestral Music | Battle, Honor, and Destiny

⚔️ From the ashes of a brutal clash with the undead, the holy knights return—scarred, solemn, unbroken. As they ride through the gates of their ancient stronghold, the horns of Turandor echo across the stone walls, a resounding fanfare of resilience and might hailing the knights’ return.

🏰 The Fortress of Turandor, a monument to the unbreakable will of the holy knights. It is a bastion of hope for humans. But that hope is frail, with the rising evil hordes threatening the realm...

A realization. Only an all-out assault against the enemy might prove successful to bring peace...

📯 Sound the Horn! Prepare for battle!

🔥 A rising storm of drums and horns can be heard as the warriors prepare for battle once more. The tension is thick in the air, as the drums beats rises. Soldiers and knights alike put on their armors and pick up their deadliest weapons.

As the ranks are formed, the High-Paladin galvanize his troops, imbuing them with holy blessings and the will to carry out their duty. The warriors shouts in answer, their minds are set to battle.

🛡️ A final march to war—fully armed, fearless, and bound by oath.

Part of the Chronicles of the Forsaken saga, this chapter captures the weight of duty and the fire of purpose.

🎧 Listen, imagine, and ride with glory.

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With this second chapter, the Chronicles of the Forsaken saga continue to move forward! Next chapter will be from the evil perspective...stay tuned!

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Composed and arranged by Matt Latulippe

Main libraries used :
-Pacific strings / brass
-Ark1-3
-Beaufort Brass
-Oceania II, Chorus and Rhodope
-Damage2

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Chronicles of the Forsaken

Horn of Turandor - Chronicles of the Forsaken II

Broken Conga

Collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/nakedverse
Lyrics:-
With some keen observation
You'll see
Dancing in and out the wires
They'll be
You won't know how they pulled it off oh no
Just little clues of who's involved

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

Military precision 
Finesse
Such a cool sense of timing
Obsess
You'll wish you knew how it all ends (you won't)
They're making moves you don't understand 

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

When the lights go out
And you don't know who to trust
They're on your side
Always on your side

Mysterious and a force for good
Just a few
Know Q
17 is their calling card
That's who ?
That's Q

Nakedverse/winkandwoo 2025

Calling Card

Calling Card - Nakedverse & winkandwoo

Summer Holiday

Disco's revenge

A thought about the vastness of space, the heavens and all thats contained therein and how wonderful life really is here on our tiny planet

As it is in Heaven, also on Earth

jigs T is not responsible for any kind of brain damage , listen at your own risk 😂

stimulants

An original song by J.J. Terrell

Left Behind

It’s really about the nights we shared
Underneath all the stars

Now that we’re apart, it’s hard to breathe
Thinking of the love, the dreams we weave.

Oh babe I need you back, it’s true

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lonely moment, I’m left behind
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Time keeps passing, but the ache won’t fade
Our song still plays, in every serenade
If you could hear me, would you find your way
Back to my arms, where your heart should stay?

Ohhh babe, I need you back

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lovely moment, I’m with you
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Oh babe, I need you back
It’s true


Left Behind

Sage The Gemini & Iamsu! VS PLK & Hamza (Dramantic Remix)

/ 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

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

Little to say about this song; both lyrics and music (all organic but for programmed drums) were done very impulsively, so it may show my primal inspiration without reworks or additions. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Pic from: https://vincentmars.com/2013/11/20/the-sensual-paintings-of-fabian-perez/

Translated Lyrics:

YO PENSÉ (LA SEXTA VEZ) / I THOUGHT (THE SIXTH TIME)

Yo pensé: esa mujer no es peligrosa…
  (I thought: that woman is not dangerous …)
No esperé enamorarme como un idiota.
  (I did not expect to fall in love like an idiot.)
Me pregunté: ¿qué tiene en los ojos que tanto me tienta?
  (I wondered: what’s in her eyes which tempts me so much?)
y me acerqué para hablar con ella y verlos de cerca.
  (And I got closer to speak with her and watch them closely.)

Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué no extrañaba hacerlo con ella?
  (And if it was the first time, why didn’t I feel strange doing it with her?)
Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué parecía que era la sexta?
  (And if it was the first time, why did it seem to be the sixth one?)
Y si era la sexta vez, ¿por qué hubo preguntas después de la escena?
  (And if it was the sixth time, why were there questions after the scene?)

Y si fue la única vez, ¿por qué no puedo apartarla de mi cabeza?
  (And if it was the unique time, why cannot I take her out of my head?)

ER41FI08 97-17

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Yo pensé (La sexta vez)

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