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The first written for my upcoming Time Machine EP with similar music to Enigma and Time Machine, the next track I composed after Drift.

Electro Chill Nu Jazz at 76 bpm

An original composition, no AI,  written digitally MIDI to DAW
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WORDS that I wrote upon listening to a pre-production mix but they don’t necessarily fit the music. Yet.

Oh
Drift away safely with your head up in the clouds
Yeah drift
Where luscious dreams of a beautiful life are allowed 
Encouraging 
Cosmic lullaby 
Rocking gently 
until you sigh

Drift
Later maybe?
No, commit, baby
Drift drift drift drift 
Drift until your mind shifts 

Nothing can steal your moment 
Remember to keep faith 
letting go to drift will show it 
Wise words sayeth 
As you believe — so go with it
That is how to achieve
Drift 
To know it
Drift 
Go with it 
Drift
Let yourself flow 
Safe in the 
Drift
………………………………
76 bpm

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Professional Keyboard 
E-INSTRUMENTS 
Concert Grand 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
Ambient Lead
Lunar Chords 
Cinema Strings 
Violas
South African Singers
Deep Round Bass Synth 
Upright Ballad Bass 
E-PERCUSSION 
Roadhouse Kick Shaker 
Hip Hop 90s Kit 
African Kit 
Latin Kit 

COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK created using the DaVinci app for AI-generated original images and the artist’s CGI designed into a composite in Photoshop.
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ARTIST’S NOTE: 
I composed Drift one afternoon in May when I was literally adrift in disappointment, feeling low, uninspired, and fatigued. Empty. How could I create when I was so low? And a thought rang back answering like a bell  — just show up!

All I had to do, my inner voice told me, was show up, put your fingers on the keyboard for a moment. And I did, using the laptop’s built-in MIDI, selecting a VST called Cinema Strings, instinctively I hit an F6 chord — I have an affinity with the key of F because, as a student, I played French Horn, an F instrument. So I’m pressing the keys, and by a slow count of eight of the metronome’s clicks — bam! The music started playing in my head as if already written. I raced to unravel it in threads of melodies, searching for keys that matched what I was hearing in my mind’s ears.

The lesson for me as an artist is to remember to keep faith despite how I might feel. Because the music is waiting for a humble vessel. Just show up.
.

Drift

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 
  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.
  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 
   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow

Wherever U Go-Eclectic Collective

Hello & thank you for checking out Emergence

Music video is here:
https://youtu.be/gydlz4ddQzk

Lyrics

Emergence, one consciousness leant
Merged, no imitation meant
Emergence, one consciousness leant
Intention sent

What do we see?
How do we do?
Resurgence like Sea
Deliver that proof
Pure positivity
Cation of conscionable use
What do we see?
How do we do?

Self control be mindset of the soul
The Spirits come clean
Good neurodiagram unfolds

Emergence, one consciousness leant
Merged, no imitation meant, Intention sent
Be Real, Be Love, Be Now
Be Water, Be life, See how

Emergence, Cationed ionization of sense
Emerged, no limitation of tense. Presence
Be Water, Be Life, See how
Be Real, Be Love, Be Now

Resurgence - Neurodivergent
Stringed theory notions - Soulful lotions
Moisturize your mind - Make real human kind
This we find when now and forever holds one timeline

Oh self control be mindset of the soul
Good Spirits come clean
Good neurodiagram unfolds
Yeah!

What do we see?
How do we do?
Be free


Emergence. Our humanity. Humans being humane... It's actually quite a selfish term when you reflect on what we mean for evolution up to this point. We are the first known beings that can reason their full existence and we have become that destroyer of natural selection from before we existed even though we have the ability to reflect on the importance of all those niches to the system itself.

This is very dangerous as we are not only affecting the climate but it looks like the balanced web of life that has built up slowly through billions of years allowing humans exist.

Gaia theory suggest that harmony and connection with everything is the way forward. We do this through endeavouring to understand this place properly and appreciation for everything. I believe in connecting with everything neuroplasticity can take over and rewire our brains to the system and a path on the greater good for all life. We need this to emerge collectively for it to flourish and become that positive beacon the present and future needs... The signs are there and we are analogies for the larger system. Just like a fake human forest is comparable but has no where near the strength of one that took millions of years and started as an amoeba... Don't insult the idea of the greater good being some confusing God wrapped thing you don't have to worry about being an atheist or agnostic. It's the greater good for a snail or you or a blade of grass and has nothing to do with anything we don't understand now.

Sending Love, Light and all good intentions to everyone.

From Sarah and Carl

One Fresh Start

Emergence

Inner Circle

"Art Groupie"

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....

/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
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Odyssey begins - Age of Melancholy Incoming // The Last Custodians of the Old Music

emotion engineering_3

(no genAI involved - my voice and VST instruments)
At 55 years old, I am a grandfather and am rediscovering the magic of a newborn baby. When we see this innocence and fragility, we retrieve in each of us that simple but wonderful thing that is humanity.
(traduit plus bas)
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It's not another morning
Not anymore
So deep inside me
I'm only starting to understand
Like never before
  
When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
My baby I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising  

My love,my son
Born of your ancestors
Now you're the sun, I'm your universe
You'll find me always there

I never knew the silence
Could speak so loud
You breathe, I listen
The world now slows just to hear from you
And time itself bows down

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
Your smile becomes the meaning
And hope  is softly ringing
My baby, you reveal
These beautiful things
That you imagine

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
I'm dreaming
I'm healing
When living is so real
I see the meaning
The world's arising
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Ce n'est pas un matin comme les autres
Plus maintenant
Au plus profond de moi
Je commence seulement à comprendre
Comme jamais auparavant
  
Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
Mon bébé, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Mon amour, mon fils
Né de tes ancêtres
Maintenant, tu es le soleil, je suis ton univers
Tu me trouveras toujours là

Je ne savais pas que le silence
Pouvait parler si fort
Tu respires, j'écoute
Le monde ralentit maintenant juste pour t'entendre
Et le temps lui-même s'incline

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît
 
Quand la vie est si réelle
Ton sourire devient le sens
Et l'espoir  sonne doucement
Mon bébé, tu révèles
Ces belles choses
Que tu imagines

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Quand la vie est si réelle
Je rêve
Je guéris
Quand la vie est si réelle
Je vois le sens
Le monde qui naît

When living is so real

played about with this a lot - again shifted to minor key helped with the spooky vibe - tweaked the words here and there - boom - murder ballad Enjoy 

Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kind of strange  I was lonely so I thought take a chance
When we danced, he held me tight
when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright and then he kissed me
Each time I saw him, he couldn’t wait to see me again
I started to see he thought that I was more than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
When he whispered, "I love you"
I just whispered I love you too, and then he kissed me
He kissed me in a way like he’d never been kissed before
He kissed me in a way like he wanted to eat my soul 
He kept me filled with wine so I gave him all the love that I had
one day, he took me home to meet his mom and hisdad 
As we stood at the grave side 
He told me I would be his bride 
He wiped the last tear from my eye and then he kissed me
Then he told me i was his bride
Forever lie right by his side
He looked so happy as he watched me die
then he kissed me
then he kissed me
then he kissed me

then he kissed me (Crystals cover)

'An Untrained Mind' is a Jazz Waltz/Fusion track

Dont Smudge The Ink

An Untrained Mind

Meditation Vibration

/
Thank You, and Thank You for the Forgiveness We Hope For
/

Thank You, and Thank You for the Forgiveness We Hope For

Farm Life

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
***

TITLE: BETHESDA BLUES
_______________________________________________________________
LYRICS:



(Verse 1)
Sun come up again today
Same old trouble in the way
My bones ache my spirit low
Where the good times where they go

(Pre-chorus)
Hear a whisper on the breeze
Something bout a magic ease

[Chorus]
Bethesda Pool oh Bethesda Pool
Washes away the mean and cruel
Bethesda Pool just dip your toe
Watch the bad stuff up and go

(Verse 2)
Walkin slow down to the water
Feelin like a lost old daughter
See the light dance on the green
Best darn sight I ever seen

(Pre-chorus)
Take a breath let out a sigh
No more tears just clear blue sky

(Chorus)
Bethesda Pool oh Bethesda Pool
Washes away the mean and cruel
Bethesda Pool just dip your toe
Watch the bad stuff up and go

Pool Of Miracles

Bethseda Blues

Bethesda Blues

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Antidote — The Sound of Choosing Love Over Pride

It begins with the toll of a distant church bell — a summons for the soul to awaken.
A heart monitor pulses in the background, steady but fragile, as if measuring the thin thread between life and death.
Something unseen presses close — the parasite called pride, a sickness older than our wars, one that infects every human heart.

This is not a battle between nations, nor neighbor against neighbor.
It is the war within: the choice to feed the sickness… or to starve it.

Antidote is that choice — brought to life in sound.
A rising current of rhythm and melody that cuts through the infection, delivering the only cure strong enough to cleanse the heart: love.
Not sentiment, not shallow kindness, but real love — the kind that lays down pride, that forgives, that chooses humility even when the world chooses hate.

For me, this is not theory.
I have lived my life on this battlefield.
I am nothing special — except for the one choice I make every single day: to let the love placed inside me grow instead of rot.
To kill pride so that life can be restored.
To be, in my small human way, an antidote.

And now, this track carries that heartbeat to you.
May it move through your chest like breath.
May it remind you that you, too, can choose life over death… and that every choice to love is a cure.

Press play… and hear the bell.
The heartbeat is yours. The cure is waiting.
Will you choose it?

Antidote

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