Nothing At All

Songwriter : Norman Gimbel \ Composer : Charles Fox \ ISWC : T-325.920.349-7
Publishers : Rodali Music - New Thunder Music Co - Warner Chappel Music France -  Universal Music Publishing
Released : 1972
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Tribute to Roberta Flack, who passed away on February 24, 2025. RIP! (March 08, 2025)
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Vocal : Anh
Arrangement : Phong
Recorded : April 10th, 2010
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Killing Me Softly With His Song - Cover (Roberta Flack)

Astronauts say that when they see the Earth from space, it changes their way of understanding life.
We will soon make a guitar version.
Photo: NASA

Beauty Blue

El Árbol del Fuego - www.korima.net

Hace calor aquí? ¿O soy yo?
Hace calor aquí? ¿O soy yo?

Beware the Purple Tiger
On the wall of flame
Hungarian Hot Wax
With a Bangalore Wippet’s tail

Paper Lantern and Prairie Fire
Select Lucky Seven
Red Cherry Sweet Desire
Will leave you Facing Heaven

Chilhuacle Rojo
Orange Scorching Fresno

Malawi Bird’s Eye burn
Peach Carolina Reaper
Trinidad Perfume
Golden Cayenne Pepper

Hace calor aquí? ¿O soy yo?
Hace calor aquí? ¿O soy yo?

Guitar featured is: Guitarra Especial 10 Concierto by ANTONIO ALVAREZ BERNAL, 41007 SEVILLA SE, España

Graphic effects by Simon

You can find our acoustic versions released in advance of Soundcloud in our "Black & White" page here: https://www.korima.net/black-white

El Árbol del Fuego - Acoustic

100% human created with music hardware on a 24 track Digital recorder , like all my music here 😁🎧🎶(the picture is AI created)
Lyrics:-
Draw me a picture for my latest song
Show me my options say it can't go wrong
Give me some answers to my worries now
Give me some answers now

It will feel oh so nice
Friend for life
It will be there by your side
A.I.
It can do the things you don't
Good advice
It can be the things you won't
A.I.

Create a playlist of forgotten songs
Surprise my ears and keep 'em coming strong
Write me a classic I can call my own
But secretly don't own

It's our intension that can use these tools
For good or bad it's us that make the rules
With healthy reasons for the pure of heart
C'mon let's make a start

winkandwoo/2025

A.I.

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine
 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 
i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after
 + + + 
in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves
 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars-
+ + + 
mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-
i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 
on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

For Piano Day 2025...A companion piece to "The Magic Forest".

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it." - Edith Wharton

Candlelight - Piano Day 2025

„Towards the Dawn" from the album Tides of Melancholy is an emotional journey between darkness and light. The track captures the essence of sorrow and hope, unfolding in delicate yet powerful melodies. With a tender piano performance accompanied by a soft violin, the song takes the listener into a world of reflection and inner transformation.

In an atmosphere that is both contemplative and uplifting, the track symbolizes the transition from difficult moments to new possibilities. Melancholy blends with a hint of hope, as if the darkness is being pierced by the first rays of morning.

Perfect for fans of cinematic, ambient, and instrumental music, looking for a sound that is both profound and uplifting.

„Towards the Dawn“ aus dem Album Tides of Melancholy ist eine emotionale Reise zwischen Dunkelheit und Licht. Der Song fängt die Essenz von Trauer und Hoffnung ein und entfaltet sich in sanften, aber kraftvollen Melodien. Mit einem zarten Klavierspiel, das von einer weichen Violine begleitet wird, entführt der Track den Hörer in eine Welt der Reflexion und des inneren Wandels.

In einer Atmosphäre, die gleichermaßen nachdenklich und erhebend ist, symbolisiert der Song den Übergang von schwierigen Momenten hin zu neuen Möglichkeiten. Die Melancholie vermischt sich mit einem Hauch von Hoffnung, als würde die Dunkelheit von den ersten Strahlen des Morgens durchbrochen.

🎶 Album: Tides of Melancholy
🔗 Folge mir für mehr Musik.

Note: This track was entirely composed, performed, arranged, and produced by myself – without the use of artificial intelligence.
Creating authentic music with real emotion and personality is important to me. Thank you for listening and for your support.

Hinweis: Dieser Track wurde vollständig von mir komponiert, aufgeführt, arrangiert und produziert – ohne den Einsatz künstlicher Intelligenz.
Echte Musik mit authentischen Emotionen und Persönlichkeit zu erschaffen, ist mir wichtig. Vielen Dank, dass du zugehört hast und für deine Unterstützung.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, modification or distribution of this track is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted under applicable law.
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Vervielfältigung, Bearbeitung oder Verbreitung dieses Tracks ist untersagt und wird rechtlich verfolgt.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord – established 2012

Tide Of Melancholy

Towards the Dawn

Original by Donovan 1967

PdB Orchestra : Guitars, trompets

Mellow Yellow

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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Gefangen im Labyrinth aus Grau
Wo Gedanken sich wie Schatten winden
Den Ausweg such ich, blind und rau
Kann die Richtung nicht mehr finden

In meinem Kopf ein Karussell (dreht sich endlos)
Aus Zweifeln und aus alten Fragen (dreht sich weiter)
Die Antwort scheint so nah und doch so fern
Gefangen zwischen Angst und Wagen (zwischen Welten)

Doch zwischen all den dunklen Zeilen
Beginnt ein neues Licht zu leuchten (leuchtet sanft und weit)
Lässt meine Seele langsam heilen
Wie Morgenlicht durch Nebel bricht (heilt die Zeit)

(Gedanken wie Wellen am Strand)

Jeder Gedanke formt die Welt
Wie ein Künstler seine Farben mischt (Farben mischt)
Hab zu lang das Grau gewählt
Bis der Regenbogen erlischt (still erlischt)

Und ich erkenne endlich klar (endlich klar)
Die Kraft in meinen eignen Händen
Was Schatten war, wird sonnenklar
Zeit die Richtung neu zu wenden (neu zu wenden)

Zwischen all den hellen Zeilen
Tanzt nun Hoffnung wie ein Schmetterling (tanzt so leicht und frei)
Lass die alten Muster heilen
Weiß, dass ich den Weg jetzt finde (finde mich)

In jedem Stolpern, jedem Fallen
Liegt ein Samen neuer Stärke (wächst ganz still heran)
Durch Dunkelheit zum Licht zu wallen
Schreib ich meine eigne Geschichte (neues Kapitel)

In der Stille meiner Gedanken
Liegt die Kraft zur Wandlung schon bereit (Wandlung schon bereit)
Zwischen Licht und Schatten schwankend
Find ich meine eigne Zeit (meine Zeit)
Die Welt in neuen Farben sehend
Ist der Weg nun klar und weit (klar und weit)

English translation:
Trapped in a labyrinth of gray
Where thoughts twist like shadows
I search for a way out, blind and rough
Can no longer find the direction

In my head, a carousel (spinning endlessly)
Of doubts and old questions (spinning on)
The answer seems so close and yet so far away
Trapped between fear and daring (between worlds)

But between all the dark lines
A new light begins to shine (shines softly and far)
Letting my soul slowly heal
Like morning light breaking through the fog (healing time)

(Thoughts like waves on the beach)

Every thought shapes the world
Like an artist mixing his colors (mixing colors)
I chose gray for too long
Until the rainbow faded (faded silently)

And I finally see clearly (finally clear)
The power in my own hands
What was shadow becomes crystal clear
Time to change direction (change direction)

Between all the bright lines
Hope now dances like a butterfly (dances so light and free)
Let the old patterns heal
Know that I will now find the way (find myself)

In every stumble, every fall
Lies a seed of new strength (growing quietly)
Through darkness to light
I write my own story (new chapter)

In the silence of my thoughts
The power for change is already there (change is already there)
Swaying between light and shadow
I find my own time (my time)
Seeing the world in new colors
The path is now clear and wide (clear and wide)

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Whatchu Up To?

I'm just an amateur.

I don't have the soul of a composer, arranger or creator... (or at least I've never tried).
I love music, I especially love to sing, I only perform and I only do covers.
I played guitar for over 10 years when I was young. I gave it up over 30 years ago...

I admire the talents of the artists on SC. You are incredible!

Thank you for taking the time to stop by my profile and listen.

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Je suis juste une amateure.

Je n'ai pas l'âme d'un compositeur ni arrangeur ni créateur... (ou du moins je n'ai jamais essayé)
J'aime la musique, j'aime surtout chanter, je ne fais qu'interpréter et je ne fais que des reprises.
J'ai joué la guitare pendant plus de 10 ans quand j'étais jeune. Ça fait plus de 30 ans que je l'ai laissée tomber...

J'admire les talents des artistes sur SC. Vous êtes incroyables !

Merci d'avoir pris le temps de visiter mon profil et d'écouter.

(2024)

Killing Me Softly With His Song - Cover (Roberta Flack)

Thi Anh NGUYEN