Name: endeavors (the interlude) by Introspective Sounds in Radio Far Oeste Playlist Part. II
Duration: 1 min 15 s
Description: a transition which leads into the next chapter of my story

A beautiful and intriguing brief encounter 👌

strange beauty, the songless song, reality shoveling through its own infinitude <3

Fragile and beautiful ambience! Impressive!

Radio Far Oeste Playlist Part. II

Mesmo's Midnight Adventure Theater of Sound presents: String Incident at Exeter

String Incident at Exeter

a transition which leads into the next chapter of my story

endeavors (the interlude)

a good offer

Full video : https://youtu.be/I1_FUFWQrXI

It is said that this track took place on a section of Japanese electronic in itunes store .
This album is compiled on my album , ' Full Bloom ! ' from Engram recordings
自身の曲、雪音 / Snow sound improvisationがitunes store の日本のエレクトリックチャートに一瞬ランクインしたようです。
この曲は、Engram Recordingsから出ている自身のアルバム、Full Bloom !!に収録されています

Album

雪音 / Snow Sound Improvisation

City Of Deception

ABSTRACT SUNRISE

This acoustic guitar duo piece I wrote a while back just after visiting the Canary Islands. Now with the really warm days of the year arriving I felt the same mood coming over me as in those days on the island. So, I finished the mix and master to release it now! I hope it brings you the same summer vibe as it does for me.

The track is loosely based on a Rumba Flamenca, a palo or style of flamenco from Andalusia, Spain, however influenced by the Cuban music's version traveling back to the origin of Spain, after it's popularity in Havana's musical theatre. During the late 20th century, Paco de Lucía, together with percussionist Rubem Dantas, incorporated Afro-Peruvian musical elements such as the cajón (wooden box) and certain rhythms. That's where I came to know the style.

As always I really enjoy your comments, likes and shares! -Dan

All music, arranging, composition, guitars by Daniël van den Berg, April 2022
Guitar: Joan Cashimira, modelo 145, spruce top w/ cocobolo sides and back, Gata de Gorgos (Alicante), 2015
Recorded using an Apogee MiC.
Mixed in Auria, masterered in Auria and Final Touch

Abstract Sunrise | Rumba Flamenca | Dan van den Berg

Theme

Join in for a quick Space Ride, I've experimented away and used some arps and a lot of electronic sounds. Hope you enjoy :-)

Space Ride

you'd have thought it'd be more simple than this
the army gathered 'round their supposed enemy
soon it became clear that all was lost
yeah, all was lost

his mother begged him, no, don't go, this isn't right
i cannot bear to lose, my son, to a war unwinnable
who's proving what to whom

he promised her that he'd return victorious
bring glory back to us
because enough's enough
you'll see

and when they told her that his body wasn't found
she fell to the ground
oh, no
this cannot be

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo5-xhmWta0

Michael Weber's Album

lost

There She Goes (Cover)

Mylancore X Nerohs type

Cat_Audio_10-11-2025-23-378ic2

Hope you enjoy
Martin , Marcus & Karin

Instruments:  Splintered Finger @fraudstein
Lyric's & Vocals: Augenmerk 
Composed Arranged & Produced: Splintered Finger & Augenmerk

Put on my boots, the ride comes up,
Take the lighthouse  to the open sea.
Throw the saddle overboard, I am free.
I drift on the ocean, immerse into the full,
in schools of fish searching colors, which the garment still lacks,
drinking the stream of life, from above and below, from anywhere:
comes on me, hissing.
A swarm at the back, my feet in the mud,
the head leaning against the wall, the night becomes day, 
picks the balloon from the sky and light explodes in the spray.
Life foams over, and I lean back thirsty,
push the back against the seat back, enjoy the drive, the ride.

Collect my blueprints
Count past and possible future into the void.
I was enclosed, zeroed in.
What’s it to the dance? Puzzle of many splinters,
Some penetrate and fester, are source.
I open doors, close doors, so many rooms,
In each one birth, death, sins, knowledge.

I allow myself, believe myself, sue me for myself 
My yes and no and the endless time, the only time that remains is now

I renounce to sacrifice, disaster, error and desolation,
give me space, traces clothe my body,
vinyl and leather, on the strap the whip
and on the left the mind, on the right the impuissence, 
the vision releases depth.
I spit out the sea I've drunk, too long and too much,
The black star in the black blue, the black flood gone

Life serves me, steals from me
Your milk is drinking me all of a sudden your island visits me,
lands at my strand
Flag gala, boat christening, cork’s pop - life steps on the gas
Mother, forever pregnant, gives birth and gives birth and gives birth

The Dark does not want to hear about it, and the bright gets off, drifts off - dream boat, dream ship, spaceship
The wings trimmed, give up flying? And good appetite for life!
Enjoy the meal! Cut off doesn’t apply!

Fresh water, rinse the brush. A new image originates,
 carries my tracks, finds me, loses me,
starts and finishes me. I could come, could go
Could finish my dance.
Not take seriously, not fix: so or so I am
I dish myself up. I wipe
to pour me somewhere else on the stage, to flow.
Here I am, so is it, my life.
 
At some point the trip began, and once, perhaps never,
reaches its destination, last port.
Move the ground, which from bending down and humping  
obscures the view, the sight makes short, 
Which captures and lays in linen, holds in small bunches -

The daily peg, around which one circles!
And outside the humpback whale sings, ancient, gentle, free,
Ready to free us, everywhere we are at home,
The world is ride within our head, calling, luring!

Blow up templates! Cut tapes! Open locks!
Let the flood in! 
Raise the wave, listen to ourselves instead of losing us!
On the trip knowing that these quiet inside calls 
are still related to the loud rushing outside,
That the cosmos outside well-known to the inner sea opens dreams  
you see hidden worlds finally unfold, finally contain you,

One morning which taps blue at the window
opens your desire for the delicious and the secret,
you saddle your horse with the bubbly of the night,
which leans your dream into the day, and you do not know why,
you put on your fanciest cap, turn around and say, "Wonderful!".
You flip the line off, which still hangs on the house,
Throw down the anchor, which still holds you, you mount the horse.
So covetous, so great your thirst for world that nothing can hold you any more
and pure urge for life flows through your veins, you bunk off.

Lust for this foaming, overwhelming exploding in-all-directions,
parading your loudest, wildest and most beautiful,
equipping you with boots that jump over mountains.
You look, on which mountains you were grounded, which horns crowned you,
which valley tied your foot to shade
and seek expanse, gravity, your imploding.
You finally celebrate your luminous ride !!!!!!

WE CAME IN ON THE TIDE_DEN LEUCHTRITT FEIERN_ SPLINTERED FINGER & AUGENMERK (lyrics are translated)

soundcloud.com/andreas-bruening
I found an experiment with loops of Andreas Bruening which I mixed last year.

endeavors (the interlude)

Introspective Sounds

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