Franck Douvin joue sur une flûte PRIMA SANKYO Sayama en argent massif avec une embouchure en argent massif et cheminée en Or 9K "Faulisi" PARIS

- Spitfire Audio - LABS - Vintage Keys : The Seventy Three (Fender Rhodes)
- Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Chamber Evolutions - Chamber Waves
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra Pro - Bassoon
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Appassionata Strings - Violins Legato
- Spitfire Audio - Albion II - HornEuph
- Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Electric Cello
- Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Combi Textural
- Spitfire Audio - Albion - Solstice
- Spitfire Audio - Originals Rare Flutes
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Studio Strings - Celli(6) Legato Performance
- Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Alto Sax
- Heavyocity - Foundations Emotive Choir
- Arturia - CS80

Old Textures - Variation Avec Franck Douvin

Music, Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums: Manuel https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions
Music, Lyrics, Vocal, Synths, Organ, Drums, Mixing, Mastering: Jan Schonander

When Manuel sent me a guitar track over a year ago I fairly quickly decided to write an epilogue for Major Tom. Little did I know that I would end up taking a longish break from writing music. With infinite patience Manuel waited for me until now and to my even greater surprise this retro lyric has become almost current with the two NASA astronauts in space waiting for their return trip to Earth.



SEND ME A ROCKET
(MAJOR TOM THE EPILOGUE)

I can’t hear you 
Still I can see you
A cloudy ball in space
Nothing to keep it in place
This is my beautiful view
Nothing can make things right
I’m stuck here 
A deep longing
Hard to accept this 
This can’t be
This can’t be
My final fate

It’s been so long
It feels like you forgot me
Nobody cares about the shirts I wear 
Did you move onto something new
Cause I’m still looking at you
I’m still waiting for you

Send me some hope
Send me a rocket
Show me that you care
Send me some hope
Show me that you love me

You forgot so soon
It hurts all the time
You forgot I was a shining star
You wouldn't write enough about me
Oh, oh, I’m so sad

Send me some hope
Send me a rocket
Show me that you care
Send me some hope
Lighten your pocket
Show me that you love me
Send me some hope
Some hope

I can’t let go
I dream all the time
I wanna feel the sun and wind
I wanna go home

Stuck in my tin can
With no way out, out
Shiny and bright
Can you hear me shout, shout
I’m stuck here 
A deep longing
Hard to accept this 
Oh no, oh no
I want to go
Want to go
Want to go 
Want to go home
Go home
This can’t be
This can’t be

Send Me A Rocket

Send Me A Rocket | Major Tom The Epilogue

About the depths of depression that I call the blackstuff. Happens to all of us, the trick is escaping. 

BLACKSTUFF WIP Mix 1.12725

Project RESIDUE (the Dandelion Chock)

Dope cool man-ryonthemic
https://soundcloud.com/rquinlan48
California stop（ryonthemic&Tot.masa)
Words,vocals-ryonthemic
Beat,prod-Tot.masa
Peace&Love from us both🙏🙏

California Stop feat. ryonthemic

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

A rough and ready summertime rock & roll song. Discount Jimmy Buffett.
A salvage title is a car deemed a total loss by an insurance company.
From the album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I surround myself with my friends 
That I know and love
Kick those bad times
Down the stairs
A little shove
Even when we're hurt
Drinking a toast
To the last rotation of the earth
You should know by now

We're living life with a salvage title
I'm out of sync
With my circadian cycle
Your molecular structure
Looking vital  🤪 
Salvage title

Take the time
And disregard all the rest
I'm at the Ramada Inn
Under house arrest
They say life is just a little test
I took off my shirt
To get this off my chest
You should know by now
This kind of spirit never goes away
It just becomes something else

We're living life with a salvage title
Getting sunshine
In tiny vials
Kicking down the portals of time
For an on time arrival
Salvage title 
Hot dog (yeah ) !!!!

Salvage title
And if you're coming over tonight
I'm going to be up late
Dancing with myself
Like Billy Idol

Salvage Title

(Verse1)
Pull out the stops, it’s just the beginning 
Now let the beat dropped, 
If you’re here, then we’re winning 
didn’t change my aim —my name —
I-P-G-1,——-M-V-P still in the game 
ain’t no shame perfect storm 
On the cloud, let it rain, let it reign 
beyond the norm, splatter on the rooftops 
And flowing down the drain
some say i’m crazy, but you have been warned 
Born and bred to rep deep underground 

(Verse2)
acknowledge the name 
acknowledge the game 
acknowledge— the— pieces ain’t the same 
Fame—-nah never, but these rap bars, make me a rockstar 
shout it from the rooftop, Its all under par
underground, with top notch quality 
still goes far, on the path to Victory 
the winning team is always near the finish line
Pull out the stops, one standard refined 
deep end, different styles, different flow combined 
I’m jammin everywhere, come on read the sign-
Pull out the stops, these are wicked times

(Chorus)
pulled out the stops, pulled out the stops
Never fear, I take it as it comes. 
5-4-3-2——yeah, number 1, 
I-P-G in Forefront no I’m not done 
-Don’t matter where you come from
Come on get you some
Truth filled with facts, repping  underground
We won’t stop, or hold back
That’s a fact, so stay on track, 
pull the stops, got it like that
beat drop—————bars come off the top, 
——--Expressive with the style 
That’s a difference, why not? 
pulled the stops, 
pulled the stops

[Interlude]
Pull the stops-pull the stops
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Crazy shit!
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Jamming everywhere 
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Levels to it!

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Ain’t gonna stop, we’ll  just keep going 
paths been laid out highs and low-end 
stay motivated it’s a positive trend 
keep on Rollin, Switch it, flip the script.
Got the hip-hop groove, With soul in it
M-V-P so the track gets lit

Pull out the Stops

Pull Out the Stops

Conga and bass, Sergio Párraga.
Piano and drumms, Ireal pro.
Front page, Pepe Gámez.

Conversando

Paul Paploviante -Composition, E Bass and music 
ZDCOM - Keyboards
Thank you Paul for providing  this  opportunity to collaborate with you and your awesome music.

PHOBOS

Cast of characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- clavinet, VST saxophone solo, VST horns, effects, production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HHS electric guitrar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics

This song began back at the beginning of the summer, when Josh was messing around on his electric piano and found a structure to which to add his bass. As soon as he opened the project to the rest of Eclectic Collective, JJ jumped right in, adding his thrilling organ and ethereal background synth. Thus, Josh dropped his original e. piano part in favor of JJ's new parts. Ken was next up, adding the drums in reverse order from how he and Josh usually do it. Ken is very skilled at being able to add drums to a pre-existing bass line, which he displays in here. He also added the clever auxilary percussion you hear throughout. Mark was next to the trough, adding his funky clavinet, as well as his sax solo you hear lighting it up in there. He also added some well composed horns toward the end, not to be confused with JJ's synth. 
  Then it was time for the guitarists to do their thing. Stephen added the strong, melodic solos in the first two breaks with his guitar and wah pedal. After Tez added his thrilling solos at the end, Stephen went back in and added the funky rhythm guitar part. Tez also added the funky guitar riffs throughout the verses.
  All that was left was to get Carl in on the action, as he is the newest core member of Eclectic Collective. He wrote a poem and sung it in his signature, wild style for us.
  This is Eclectic Collective at its almost full strength, pulling six musicians from two different continents and four different countries together to create a song. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.
   On a side note, this will be Eclectic Collective's last song for two weeks. As most of you know, we release a song every Thursday at midnight. Due to vacation and travel at the end of summer, we'll be skipping  next Friday, the 15th, but should be returning the following Friday, the 22nd. We may also put something out this coming Tuesday, the 12th, so please stay tuned. Can't thank enough those of you who tune in regularly and support us every week. 
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:
Hey Human
It's official
The get down on fire funk
Future sizzle
All members agree
Gotta collect that love
Then give it back and well, we see
Fuel for that musical party

Initition ceremony
Transcontinental spanking machine
Uh oh it's a musical tri sexual
Try anything that melody mentioning
Do it for the song
We gonna right some wrong
Rolling rhythm unkown
The human touch
The get down

The get down
Friends don't frown
We got each-other man
Music
Keep that campfire warm
Ooo Ooo
The get down
Friends don't frown
We got eachother man
Music
Keep that campfire warm
Ooo Ooo

Aw man, I'm feeling back tingle
Lads, go tell Fiona Apple I'm single
Llanspych, nudge PJ Harvey
Jamming that genius soul new wave!

The get down
Friends don't frown
We got each-other man
Music
Keep that campfire warm
Ooo Ooo
The get down
Friends don't frown
We got eachother man
Music
Keep that campfire warm
Ooo Ooo

Thrust that rush
Sine waved funk
Flying musical J's
Aw man it's Mike like dunk
Thrust that rush
Sine waved funk
To musical 24
You get a song
Drained 81 now on this floor

The get down
Friends don't frown
We got each-other man
Music, keep that campfire warm
The get down
Love legends loud
Rest in peace good Kobe one
This one's for you
Good G.O.A.T of stun!

The Get Down (Eclectic Collective)

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.

Send Me A Rocket | Major Tom The Epilogue

TheGat(s)