Name: Drop by shin*semia in HK_Calm-&-Steady_tracks_115
Duration: 4 min 26 s
Description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnEj_ze6W-I

Haha. Love that sound strange duck quacking sound. Chill and very pleasant rhythm. :)

Horns are a nice touch. Feels a bit like a James Bond type of spy movie soundtrack. :)

Calm and Steady series #115

All tracks were uploaded between 04/2021 and 06/2021, half of them in the past 20 days, with the following older exceptions:
. . - Dechkevich "lúdno vlesu"(#3): 12 - 23 months,
. . - Noir Moderne "#333"(#2): 4 months,
. . - linnysalina "Wisteria Woods"(#1): 3 months.

The other series (short tracks) so far are:
- "Hard-Fast-or-Nasty" (more intense/abrasive)
- "MiddleLane", and "Superdance" (the middle, or ambivalence)
- "Funky-Dub-Trap", and Funky (terminology conundrum)
- "Fantaisies" (for professional dancers only)
- "Minimal"
- "Dark"
- "BreakB-Jungle-DnB"

There is little overlap between them, mostly between: *
. . A) MiddleLane, Superdance
and
. . B) all other series

* Increasingly there is some overlap between "Calm & Steady" and "Funky-Dub-Trap", and between a bunch of others (Dark, Minimal, ...). I'm trying to keep it to the minimum, the overlap, tracks finding themselves in more than one playlist. I don't think I'm very good at it.

HK_Calm-&-Steady_tracks_115

It’s closing in the beauty and the panic
Growing nearer I pray circles around it
And Behind the purple branches
Moving shadows linger can’t see past them

But there her face is shining 
So much warmth surrounding here it’s frightening 
Hurts to love you
Always adore you
The One who gave and formed you I’ll let lead

Wisteria woods
Creation in the chaos
Beautiful one I am yours you are mine

It’s opening the mystery the madness
Perfect shapes are forming in the sadness
And behind your eyes my dear 
Reflections of pure love cast out fear

And there His purpose showing
Even here in darkness light is glowing
Hurts to love you
No one above you
The One who made life for you I’ll let lead

Wisteria woods
Creation in the chaos
Beautiful one I am yours you are mine
Wisteria woods
I’m so grateful I am so lost
Thank you for this spark to guide me through the dark

Through the dark
Swaying purple branches
Perfect love cast out fear
Wisteria woods

Wisteria Woods

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnEj_ze6W-I

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Flax [Helical Scan]

Another great collaboration experience with @dough-factory who gets credit for producing the final mix of this track.

Spacewalk Daydream - Dough Factory & tea are sea

SPECIAL CECILIA's INVITATION TO COLLAB >>>
MUSICIANS, BEATMAKERS, SINGERS, RAPPERS ... Who want Can USE & REMIX those ACAPPELLAS,
Choice parts you want, Place it, Modulate it as You Feel, MAKE A SPECIAL TRACK, with SOUNDS or FIT IT AS A FEAT in a SONG... LYRICS are Here Below.
DOWNLOAD are FREE & it's in Wave, if You Want MP3, ask me. I
f You Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track & Let Me Know, I will Repost, Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix...
& If you use it for commercial purpose, let me know, all my songs are under Authors Rights

LYRICS
One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one

Small, Tall, Slim Fat, 
Rich or from the ghetto
We are all equals
we all have an ego

But some have it bigger
they thing they are better
want always more power
don't bother the others

One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one

Small,Tall, Slim Fat, 
Rich or from the ghetto
We are all equals
we all have an ego

We all need water, food, roof over our head
We all need Love , friends and Happiness 
Oh Yes

Oh oh  oh oh  oh oh  oh oh

One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one
One one one, say we are one
we are one

WE ARE ONE -  Special Cecilia Vocal for Collab

I was a bike messenger. It never leaves you. 

________________________________________________________________

40 quarters
in your pocket
strap your helmet
grab a lane
asphalt pinball
in the morning

rocket on
marathon

trucks and taxis
coming at you 
double dance move
get away
asphalt pinball
it’s a hustle

canvass bag
cargo tags

cop in bike lane
traffic ticket
time is wasting 
run away

open car door
broken window
glass on pavement 
shitty day

chain links clicking
through Manhattan
red light running
all the way
asphalt pinball
burning muscles

it’s the same
in the rain
_______________________________________________________________

photo by Max Bender via Unsplash.com

Thanks to Wheelwright for his sage suggestion to include backing vocals.

Asphalt Pinball

where would we bee without the honeybee,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,cheers for having a listen

Honeybee

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Love And Strife Of Strings *(N°1)

La realtà somiglia ad un fiume che scorre incessante nel mare dei ricordi. In quell'accumulo invisibile che chiamiamo memoria, spesso andiamo in cerca delle nostre cose più care, nell'inane tentativo di non perderle per sempre. È questo il tema di un dialogo immaginario tra due amici che provano a trovare un senso allo scorrere inesorabile del tutto.


Ricordi 

A un tratto sei partito
Dal porto il tuo veliero 
Andava via leggero
E non ti ho più sentito
Ferito ti ho inseguito 
Ma il tuo volto si allontana
Sempre più sbiadito 

Tu lo sai quanto segno 
Hai lasciato tra noi
Che sei stato un gigante
Un condottiero/guerriero
La tua spada era sempre 
E soltanto pensiero 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi
Lo troverai (lo troverai) 

Allora forse
Ho capito dici che
Se la vita è perduta
In un lampo in un minuto 
Ciò che abbiamo vissuto 
Non scompare all'istante 
Come avevo temuto 

Del tempo compianto
Grumi di istanti di vita
Come per incanto
Si addensano in memorie
Più vive delle storie 
Senza alcun rimpianto 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai (lo troverai)
E non saremo mai troppo distanti
Se la memoria di una vita 
È un sole che arde dentro di te 

Se vai nei ricordi
Nei ricordi 
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai


Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Ricordi

A collaboration between :
Shane Beck, The Last American Poet (Words)
progettosonoro (Music)

A forlorn tale of the poet who buried his heart in hollow ground
Coping with the smirking shadows without a whisper or hardly a sound
Let me hide away the trauma of this loveless soul without a single chance
The Loneliness Of One & the night we held each other during that slow dance

Yes I too deal with things & forever disguise the burning tears that sting
Shove aside the hurtful memories knowing what the light refuses to bring
They often say the sad pain will go away & eventually subside
Hear it from me & never forget, it is untrue & they have lied
The Loneliness Of One, the poet who still walks until he bleeds
Accused of waiting on truest love & so called selfish needs

Shane Beck & progettosonoro - The Loneliness Of One

takechee

Fetish

Stink Eye

Dipping into the archives for this one, but one of my personal favorites when I played with gifted violinist Julie Evans many years ago. It came out of an improv session where we would brainstorm musical ideas and then refine the ones we liked.  The transfer from cassette tape worked pretty well with not a lot of hiss or tape flutter.  
I've come to understand that joy and melancholy are more soul mates than opposites, both being able to bring tears at a moment's notice.  The "joy of being" in all its complexity and simplicity is a paradox to be celebrated.

Joie De Vivre (Julie Evans; violin, David; acoustic guitar, bass, shaker

lúdno vlesu

#333

Music,
centered on dance but I made the circle very,
very wide, from everywhere, for everyone.
Enjoy.
...

2024/03/20:
My linux won't boot so I'm presently forced to use Windows, and because of the bug in Soundcloud's system my account is all messed up when I don't use a VPN to connect which I am unable to do now... trying to get help from my VPN provider.  Because of this, and because I started working very long days I will be less present here.  Sorry, I'm trying.

2024/02/22:
Hi,
"Tracks: 0" is wrong, it should read 40.
Ever since the closing of this account by error by SC two or three months ago, this problem has remained unfixed.  Soundcloud and their AI are apparently still working on solving this and other problems with this account, and with my other account ; )

2024/01/29:
What I wrote below was heart felt but presumptuous and pretentious.  I would have to not be stupid myself to be allowed to claim such a thing.  More importantly though, I don't believe it is correct or accurate.  These people are probably not stupid but just don't care.  Justice is a collective thing and many if not most people seem to live in bubbles.  It is perhaps economic oppression which is responsible, they just don't have the resources, the time, the energy to be concerned about what lies behond that bubble.  It used to be fine but there's this thing they call globalization which makes this increasingly impractical or impossible.

mid January 2024:
Justice and vengeance are not the same.  Apparently most people are too stupid to see the difference.  Unfortunately it is not something unique to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, and not unique to group conflicts.

What happened to intelligence?  Aren't we supposed to be the "intelligent" specie.
...

Here's the other account, for celebrities, ... this one here is for regular folks:

https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong

I love you.

...

You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West.
...

My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
...

I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
...

Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

https://soundcloud.com/shinsemia/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/romane5/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/soma-soundproject?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
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Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/marmar0708/?hl=ja
Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4uyJYLBKHEv_D0fSPoOkJQ

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