Bass guitar(s) Trevor Thompson
Drums by Eric Wiegmann https://www.bandlab.com/ericwiegmanndrums/her-storm-d3d879c5?revId=1766b78a-67fe-ea11-96f5-501ac5b31de6

Her Storm

Just a track about being playful with your mind.

Meditating in a dream

I made a summer song. I compose uniquely like myself, with plenty of glitches and modulation. Please enjoy the dance scene of the bewitching female demon world.

Midsummer night. Feast of the bewitching demon world (215)

The Whole World Is Behind You Now

(SoundCloud Exclusive)

I have gotten permission from GrevusAnjl to make this version downloadable here as well, so feel free to grab the file if you like it.

When I read the beautiful description accompanying this amazing song I really wished it was part of the music itself, and eventually realised I could do it because the creators GrevusAnjl (Justin, @grevusanjl, https://grevusanjl.bandcamp.com) and Jo (@minimal_drone_grl, minimaldronegrl.bandcamp.com/) allowed remixes.

Original song link: https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl/floras-beautiful-dream-minimal_dronegrl-grevusanjl

I read their story aloud:

The first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley below slowly fills with warmth and light.

Flora watches from her vantage point high above; witnessing her friends in the forest come alive to greet another day; and the people in the city streets down in the valley below come alive to serve another day. She’s watched this dance for many years; the forest remaining peaceful in its ancient perfection; the people below growing ever more unsatisfied as they strive for an illusionary and strangely unattainable perfection of their own.

This idea might sound sad to you and I. But over the years she has also seen miracles occur among us. From her vantage point she sees us like fields of energy; and the majority of that energy looks rather stagnant and mucky, like cesspools of unmoving water, unaware of the renewing stream we have been cut off from. But once in a while, an explosion of light energy will burst outward from a single house or apartment building, as someone becomes disenfranchised from their false identity, and their hearts open up to new ideas for the first time.

Surprisingly, these changes often occur after great loss. And she suspects this is due to the fragility of our illusion. She sees how lost we all are in these roles and characters we have built for ourselves, and she sees how quickly that false identity can shatter when we lose the things we prioritized the most. The loss of a relationship or loved one, a terminal illness in the body, the end of a career, a complete collapse in financial stability… when we lose the things we thought mattered most to us, some of us experience a miraculous opportunity for awakening to the truth that we were never those things to begin with.

Flora lovingly watches the majority of us grow more sickly and stagnant with time. And she never loses hope… because every evening, she has the same beautiful dream.

In her mind, the first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley slowly fills with warmth and light.

But even brighter still are the explosions of light energy bathing the valley down below. After so many truly dark nights, many of us finally wake up the next morning to discover we were never all the things we lost in the night. In fact, we are something much larger. And as our energy explodes out, and the laws of attraction take hold, these simultaneous bursts prove to be strong and frequent enough to cause a chain reaction… and the whole valley lights up brighter than the sun itself.

We have finally realized we are simply conscious life, and nothing more. And in our new found freedom from identity, we all begin again.

Flora slumbers peacefully, knowing full well… this dream will some day come true.

Flora's Beautiful Dream by GrevusAnjl & Minimal_Drone*GRL, Narrated by Masha Solo

Going Down That Road Again

___🎹_____A_N_O_T_H_E_R___M_U_S_I_C_____🎹___
_____BE CURIOUS, CREATIVE, INVENTIVE, DARE!____

Without a touch of nostalgia it would be impossible for us to question ourselves. Life flows like a long quiet river... 
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Dell, Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Korg, Logitech, M-Audio, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

Some Nostalgia

1.Happy Ending (0:00)

It took a long, long, long, long time,
but silence is a friend of mine!
happy ever after! (no such thing as me)
happy ever after! (no such thing as you)
no such thing as you,

so won't you come along with me?
to a place called nullity?
and we'll be befriending,
some kind of happy ending,
no such thing as you

         ...

2.Spring Time(2:08)

She saw, through the birds that wore her winter,
in awe, they don't worry bout a thing,
nature, speaking in her secret language,
state your, purpose in the song you sing,
"the prison of time dissolves our love",

if it's gone then it was never there,
but then what do I know about such things?
not much, beauty wore an angry storm cloud,
don't touch, beauty broke her brittle wings,
"spring brings dead things back to life again,

the seed of every moment, 
blossoming into the greed,
mind bleeds mechanical ferment,
thoughts whored out to their live feed,
trying to avoid the thresher, 
voice of the father confessor,
the only secret I can keep,
happens to be myself,

Spring time, melting is a painful process,
if you once let yourself turn to ice,
they'll say it's schizophrenic psychosis,
if you refuse to roll their loaded dice,
if I live: great, if I die? that's great too,

spring time, I still cannot feel my fingers,
guess that's why I've been so out of touch,
it's fine, frost bite is the kiss that lingers
spring time, too little is much too much,
there'll be no funeral when I'm finally dead,

I'm melting, melting now in pain.
words are welting, ferment of the brain,

water is the soul of man,
and there's two ways he can,
go in this life he's given,
depending  how he's livin',
I'm still trying to walk the path of steam,
though the ice-age wears my every hope and dream,

no more, dead end door, bring it back to life,
you gotta meltdown, in the sound, sharpen your strife,
ice age, turn the page, boring to me,
you gotta outgrow, all you know, why can't you see?

spring time,now we'll see what's buried 'neath the snow,
things that I'd rather forget,
surfacing after sunset,
sentient cycles of abuse,
tie them into a nice noose,

spring time in a place that n one else will go,
under the tundras touch,
under the much too much,
words are just naked sound,
no meaning to be found,
I'm their stranger,
living in a most peculiar danger,
questions answer,
channel number 9's a necromancer,

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?

I'm still waiting in the frigids of the dark,
do the pine trees feel the cold upon their bark?

   ...

3.Mody and Bind (10:28)

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?
saying get with the program and throw it all away,
if I speak the truth, am I the one whose wrong?
cause the breath of extinction's on these borrowed words you say,

opinions bought and sold into the mad machine,
they want their slaves to lick it clean,
and now that you've been stabbed with that point of view,
what of me and what of you?

throw away all you were, 
let it out, don't you keep it pure,
throw away all you've been,
let them in, another mad machine,

you never seem to, ever seem to mind,
you don't know where it goes,
so offer up your mody and your bind,
you don't know where it goes,

why can't you hear, my dear?
this world is a weapon,
turn on your mind, to bind,
all the bile we're kept in,
I tell you you're right, you fight,
and still tell me that I'm wrong,

Nature held her child, deep within the wild,
til' we cut off her hands and suckled the machine,
I'm that dead end street, mechanical meat,
crying mother where are you as winter licks my soul,

you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...

Happy Ending/Spring Time/Mody and Bind

Inspired by Eloy and Yes, this is my first finalized song of the year. It wouldn't be possible without Blessed Studio, Indonesia. More info soon.

Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki.
Arrangement and Production by Blessed Studio, Indonesia.

Look around
What you see
It is quite another view
What you are
What you'll be
It's the mystery of you

You don't know
Try to find
But you'll never know the truth
There's a lock
On your heart
If you tear this lock apart

You will see
The daybreak rainbows
Waiting for
Showers of your rain
You are not insane
You are not insane
You are not insane

No

Pedestals of greatest minds caught in acid blast
Temples crumble, masses rumble to the Neverlast
Storm is coming, hide you child in your endless dream
Reality is a monster, it ain't what it seems

Crash you down and paint you gray, that's what she would do
But reality is over now, the dream belongs to you
A better life inside your mind, learn to make it real
Heal the masses, let them see, let them live and feel

Someday
I'll find a light there
Inside my soul so blue
I'll find a path that's true
I'll tramp it all the way

Slowly
I'll step inside this
Door to ancient light
Forget the concrete night
And follow to the day

Maybe
You will follow
And you will go my way
All pain will go astray
And we will be as one

"Daybreak Rainbows" (2023)

noxpox - Fidschi Fun

A song inspired on an article I once read about Aeham Ahmad, the piano player from Yarmouk, Syria, who's piano was burned by IS.  After this he flee from his country and ended up in Germany. He still plays the piano; you can also find him here on SoundCloud!  @aeham_ahmad




DISCONNECTED

I used to feel free
In my beloved country
There was nothing to image 
that could make me want to leave that place
I used to play piano
And sang songs of love and happiness
Now those days are  gone, those lovely days are gone

I am disconnected
disconnected

My piano is destroyed now
They burned out the devil
My piano was executed and I’m sure 
I would be next if I would stay around too long
So I started travelling
Without knowing where to go
I started travelling
I just had to go.

I am disconnected
Disconnected

I’ve travelled by car, by trains and busses
I walked for many hours
While I sat on boat on the endless sea
I thought it never ended
I’ve waited for gates, without food in the rain 
I crossed 9 borders
Now I here and 
I’m disconnected

I’m disconnected
disconnected

Happy Ending/Spring Time/Mody and Bind

The Neveryone

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