Divya Soundarya - Music by REKHA IYERN FE - Guitar Instrumental, NOV 16th, 2020    M1 BASIC -7.0db

Divya Soundarya

Divya Soundarya - Music by REKHA IYERN FE - Ambient Guitar Instrumental

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JUNGLE FANTASY NR.1 (LA.BOTICH version)

This time, LA.BOTICH (https://soundcloud.com/labotich) prepared a version of Jungle Fantasy nr.1 inspired in space exploration: LA.B has visualized a journey to Mars....previous to landing Mars, we feel like this piece of music.... 

Exploring a kind of "e-feelings", result of LA.B version, in my opinion, is simply marvelous: quite minimal notes but emotional effect (at least in me) was strong.

ENJOY !!!!

Greetings !
Gonzalo

Jungle Fantasy nr.1 - LA.BOTICH & Gonzalo Serrano

Pick Me Up

This is Seismic Street, a fictitious dance club that plays the funky music from the 60s and 70s.

Lyrics;
Got a party up in here
The band is throwing down the beat
And we are shakin shakin shakin
Here at Seismic street

Ohh you got to move that body
You got to get into groove
Feel that funky rhythm
filling up your shoes

That bass has got ya quaking
Get up off that seat
That funky sound gets you shaking
Going off the scale
on Seismic street

Oooh get lost in the music
You're gonna be alright
C'mon now show us how to use it
Shake the day and step into night

Psychedelic the emotion
You're getting carried away
Music is the magic potion
You're gonna be okay

James B got ya feeling good
Sly just lets you be yoself
Curtis got you super flyin
With Kool and Clinton you don't need nothing else

That bass has got ya quaking
Soon your jumping off your seat
That funky sound gets you shaking shaking shaking
Going off the scale
on Seismic street

Got the gang all here
And we're all grooving to the beat
Everybody shakin shakin shakin
Here at Seismic street

Seismic Street

I seem to be thinking about the past and simpler times lately.

Distant Memories and a Heavy Sigh

Little Joys

It was a hard piece of work, but it was worth it: 
As part of an artist grant from the Ministry of Culture and Science of the State of NRW/Germany in the wake of the Corona pandemic, a piece of music was created that consists of 6 different arrangements and involved 6 artists including a blackbird.
The piece is in the tradition of the Hip Hop-Cyphers as well as in the interlaced compositions of 70s Prog-Rock.
The goal was to connect the individual parts so that in the end a homogeneous but multi-layered overall work comes out.
I think that has succeeded!
Of course, this was only possible because I found really excellent fellow musicians, big thanks to Couch King, Christian Kappe, Lady of Fire Poetry and Frawstakwa! And of course to Blackbird "Miles" for his wonderful jazzy chirping.

Supported by: Ministerium für Kultur und Wissenschaft NRW/Deutschland; Bezirksregierung Münster

Trumpet: Christian Kappe www.christiankappe.com
Vocals/Lyrics: Lady of Fire Poetry @ladyofire
Vocals/Lyrics: Couch King @couch-king-presents
VocalsLyrics/: Frawstakwa @frawstakwa
Chirping: Blackbird "Miles"
Vocals/Lyrics hookline: DeeP.

Composed, arranged and produced by DeeP.
Cover artwork: DeeP. & Ulrike Löw
(Photo of Christian Kappe: Thomas Kruesselmann)
Lyrics in order of appearance:

Lyrics Lady of Fire Poetry:
Not Alone
We are fragments of one another
Breathing in bits of you bits of me
We came exploding out from nothing
But gravity
Crashing into each other
Making this pretty wave called humanity
We love by trial and error
We follow our hearts
reaching the center of ourselves
Each beat a musical beacon
So we may explore our horizons
then reach a familiar shore
When you are lost again
Remember you are never alone
Come back to home

Lyrics Couch King:
Everyday looking clues 
Ashtray’s, dinners, and booze 
Dossiers, hard drives, and blues 
They’s lost reality from watching the news 
I gain the truth from being a recluse 
Nothing to loose 
No one left to cut loose 
Leave no print from my shoes 
Cold stone stare like medusa 
Old bones don’t care I accuse ya 
Poker face beware I confuse ya 
Short lace thin hair Short fuse 
Mean street bruisa, I paid all my dues ah 
Hot on my tail but still I refuse 
To get off the trail 
Of shady interviews 
Digging up fools 
Gold to derail 
Encrypted email 
I must be getting too close 
The woke got no time to doze

Lyrics Frawatakwa:
trials
and tribulations
who 
is even asking though
‘cause seriously you never know
could just be inner dialogue
with me myself and I 
besides
what 
would you want to know
all that for anyway though
c’mon I’m sure you’ve got problems
of your own on your mind
so
where
will we even go
to from there 
who could know
and how can any outcome
that we happen to arrive 
at
when
all is said and done
be considered satisfactory
if it comes at a price
that’s too much to pay
tell me why
why
should I continue 
to carry on a mission
which has proven itself 
to be so difficult 
as if it isn’t 
is it the human condition
controlling decision making
or am I following visions
unique to my third eye

an exercise in sacrifice
yet it’s fine
yeah 
that’s right

everything I do 
is for the greater good
playing nice

never mind 

hammer strikes
the anvil twice
sparks will fly

What to Know

I see you

i felt like i was laying in a field of flowers while making this

wandering/imaging

LISTEN | Emotional Piano Ballad x Billie Eilish Type Beat

My music is dependent on where inspiration takes me. I hope you enjoy something here!

Distant Memories and a Heavy Sigh

TSM