Beautiful collaboration, great melodies, vocals and production

normally don't go for arpeggiatto type tracks but you've crfated something special

So Beautiful & Hypnotic Jan !! Love Those Synths & This Atmospheric Vibe !!!

CLOUDS OF NOSTALGIA UNLOADED IN THIS GARAGE

Once I wrote a description here !!!

Ok let's say I started adding layers to the great music https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 sent to me.

Letra (translated lyrics below)

Se arrastró bajo los muros,
llorando.
Se filtró por las ranuras,
buscándome.
Y miró entre las fisuras,
deseando:
mucho claro, nada oscuro,
llamándome…
 
Mas el centinela mágico
de quijadas relucientes,
descarnado por los dientes
de mil y un gusanos cárnicos,
por la acción más degenérica
de venenos de odio y muerte,
este ser, cerebro inerte,
la detuvo, niña histérica…
 
Pero huyó,
vio sentada su promesa de llamarme.
Y escapó,
Vio prendido su deseo de amarme.
Sensación
de saber que era la presa, fuego y carne,
y en la intensa luz de vida vino a hallarme;
y me encontró.
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She crawled under the walls,
crying.
She filtered through the grooves,
searching for me.
And she looked inside the fissures,
wishing:
much clarity, no darkness,
calling me…

But the magic sentry
of shining jawbones,
eaten to the bone by the teeth
of thousand and one meat worms,
For the most degenerated action
of poisons of hatred and death,
this being, inert brain,
detained her, hysterical girl …

But she fled,
found assured her promise of calling me.
And she escaped,
found on fire her willing to love me.
Sensation
of knowing that she was the prey, fire and flesh,
and in the intense light of life she came to find me;
and she did.

Ella huyó - She fled (with ProgRockDan1)

In a sentimental mood.
Thanks to @Rosindust who, with her talent and versatility, always interprets each of my pieces in such a brilliant way. A source of inspiration and an incentive to my creativity.

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Nostalgia

Nostalgia - with Rosin dust

Music: Jan Schonander & Belial Pelegrim  https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

MAGRITTE ORANGE CLOUD

Plus ça change
(The more it changes)
Plus ça reste le même 
(The more it stays the same)

Magritte Orange Cloud

This is quite raw, but an honest one. Recorded in one take, decicated to you dear SC listeners. I feel lucky to receive such attention and feedbacks here. Soundcloud community keeps me going and inspires me. 
Production might not be perfect, sorry about that, but this guitar track was composed and played with the heart to thank you humbly.

Garage smile

Chorus
Pull the trigger— on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
 Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design 
As I unload , as I unload (X4)

Verse 1
Still ——the shimmer of light, coming through the curtains 
the day is not done, outcome’s uncertain 
drop the weight of my shoulder, unload the burden
Exponent the sum of one, connection open
Gonna chill and have some fun, I’m talking floating

Verse 2
I feel up to the level, drop a verse
Bass, mids, and treble, why rehearse 
Bars tight got several, raise a toast 
Going straight through, like a prison ghost
—Some wine,— host with the most
Words bounce off each other, like pinball dope
bounce off each other, like pinball dope
Push ahead, step back, full contact
Calm add reverb
Calm nerves, add reverb
All flavor, got every code
Love of labor, as I unload

Chorus
Pull the trigger on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design
As I unload , as I unload

As I Unload

La marcha de los inconscientes

lost in the morning light
safe from the madness that binds the night
I'll be the good man enlightened, abated, anodyne

I travel naked with a mind left to the wind
you won't believe that this is all that is needed to begin
caught inside the wasted life you never know that you're bleeding

I hear the voice  of higher mind
all the rusted wires untied
I'll be the good man invited, elated, held in line

I leave a message to myself just to remind
there is no reason to be learning how to be unsatisfied
or be lonely

why does it seem so hard to find
why can't it last forever

I'm watching the birds go by my window
my heart is believing fire
and all will reveal in time

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Nova

voici une musique que j'ai composé en 2006 qui n'avait pas de texte à l'époque, j'ai écrit ce texte en portugais dernièrement et l'ai proposé à Julien Apelian qui avec son immense talent a fait les claviers et refait les batteries et percussions ainsi que l'arrangement, mastering.

paroles, voix et musiques : Steph Ouna
Voix : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Claviers, percussions et batteries, arrangement, mastering : Julien Apelian https://soundcloud.com/audio-colors

Uma mistura de culturas
Sonho com todos os países
Todas as linguas
está no meu coração
Encha-nos com canções e alegria
Através da força e da diversidade
A música nos leva a outro lugar
Um planeta sem barreiras

Refrain :
Se precisa de tempo
Quer acreditar
Precisa de esperança
Deus nos escute
Somos feitos de po
Sem fronteiras imigrantchis

O mundo é enorme, Deus o faz grande
Toda a riqueza eterna que ele nos deu
Por prazer e partilla e felicidade
E nunca conhecer o fim
Um milhão de estrelas na via láctea
O sol, o mar, o céu, os sonhos

en français

Un mélange de cultures
Je rêve de tous les pays
Toutes les langues
c'est dans mon coeur
Remplis-nous de chants et de joie
Par la force et la diversité
La musique nous emmène ailleurs
Une planète sans barrières

Refrain :
Si tu as besoin de temps
Je veux croire
Besoin d'espoir
Dieu nous entend
Nous sommes faits de poussière
Pas de frontières pour les immigrants

Le monde est immense, Dieu le rend grand
Il nous a donné toute la richesse éternelle
Pour le plaisir, le partage et le bonheur
Et ne connaît jamais la fin
Un million d'étoiles dans la voie lactée
Le soleil, la mer, le ciel, les rêves

Nova

Hey…. Glad you dropped by. This is a simple, fun banjo song, with an instrumental break that has some mandolin, recorder, homemade percussion, and guitar-bass. It also has some vocal shenanigans. The song is about my time in graduate school, 40 years ago, when I lived off campus in a harmonious hippie house. I lived in the attic with my wife, and there were 4-6 roommates downstairs at any one time. We were all university students, peace loving, free-thinking, socio-environmentally conscious free spirits who became a family of sorts. There were potlucks, guitar jams, gardening, all sorts of ecological endeavors, helping our neighbors out, sharing meals, peace protests, shows and concerts and of course, studying for our classes, among other things. It was a time that helped shape who we would become. There was Joan, who became a professional wildlife photographer, Jack, an environmental engineer, Tim, a social worker, who built a farmhouse and had a large family with the love of his life. Andrea, a founder/owner of a community composting and recycling business, Delilah, an ecological research scientist and me, a laid back science teacher. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and now we are all old people. A lot of that lifestyle, ideology and sense of peace and freedom has stuck with me to this day. Hope you like the song. Mark

Our Harmonious Hippie House

Welcome to my story

Vidéo : youtu.be/z-aae0BK5p8

Brande (Translated after the French text )

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Desdanova ( @denis-rousseau-182743563 )
Musique : Alain Illos

Sans un bruit, ce matin,
une rose est éclose.
Perdue en ce jardin
où mon coeur agonise.
Au milieu de hautes herbes,
c'est elle survivante.
Soudain dans l'air vibrant,
mes souvenirs voltigent.
Dans la chaude lumière,
de cette beauté naissante;
perdues dans ma mémoire,
de sinistres images...
Sans un bruit ce matin,
mon coeur s'est lavé.
Perdu en ce jardin,
dans la chaude lumière.
Au milieu de mes souvenirs
qui voltigent.
Des hautes herbes
et d'un été naissant.
C'est ma joie survivante,
sur la brande, ce matin.
Aux vies agonisantes,
à la beauté naissante.
Aux images oubliées,
soudain, dans l'air vibrant.

Brande
Without a sound, this morning,
a rose bloomed.
Lost in this garden
where my heart agonizes.
In the midst of tall grasses,
is the surviving rose.
Suddenly, in the vibrant air,
my memories flutter.
In the warm light,
of this emerging beauty;
lost in my memory,
of sinister images...
Without a sound this morning,
my heart washed.
Lost in this garden,
in the warm light.
In the midst of my fluttering memories
.
Tall grasses
and a budding summer.
This is my surviving joy,
on the heather this morning.
To dying lives,
to emerging beauty.
To forgotten images,
suddenly, in the vibrant air.


Brande avec Desdanova

I might as well 
be made of clay
behind closed doors
I hide away 
Hide away
https://open.spotify.com/album/4COtd8lAfsZKpAlg8ri41k?si=bAieCzHtQOWk2fPX0fuOKg

HideAway

TIMELINE / Open collaboration from IPG1
IPG: Vocals and Verses
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/timeline-vocals-97-bpm
Backing Track : Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/enigmatic-paploviante-open-collaboration-offer
Lillithe: Arrangement and Production

Timeline   Open Collab from IPG1 with Paploviante

These are the two singles of my third solo album 'On the grounds of Indecency'. The album will be out on cassette and digital formats on Oct 11th, with Perceptual Tapes. 
Artwork by Elise Wilson
Mastered by Taylor Deupree

Deferral

This piece is built on the BOSS DD-500 delay, where each note is mirrored into three distinct echoes placed in separate points in space. By playing slightly off the beat of the repeats, the echoes lock into syncopated, arpeggiator-like patterns that shimmer and intertwine. The result is a soundscape that feels both rhythmic and otherworldly—like light splitting into three glowing spheres, cascading across mountains and waterfalls at sunset.

Lightfall

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

Thanks for visiting. This is a retro eclectic music mix with looming influences from among others Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed & Jon Lord. Mostly I write about the human condition.

I am always looking for a guitar player that wants to collaborate. Would be fun to find a real drummer also.

A Gat is a cat in Catalan - it all makes sense if you’re me. The (s) stands for many collaborators.

I encourage everybody on SC to listen more and be less transactional.

Magritte Orange Cloud

TheGat(s)

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