les sons de l'amour - merci pour ce beau morceau !

Great production with smooth blending of guitar, vocals and accompaniment

Une belle chanson 💕😊😉👍😎🙋

Très belle chanson. Belle composition, beau texte.

Beautiful love song, superb vocals & guitar

What a lovely song, love that guitar work

Daily Drops

First time using the East Beast, but primarily done on the Cobalt.
Ekoverb, RV-6, and Ratsbane for effects.

Docking With Fate

Texte Français et Google traduction

DANS UN AUTRE MONDE

Oui, je suis amoureux
Et j’en ai bien conscience
C’est un plaisir pour deux
Jamais gagné d’avance
Au hasard de rencontres
C’est un bien que l’on prend
Alors quand on le montre
C’est que l’on aime vraiment

Oui, je suis amoureux
Je ne voulais y croire
En pensant que pour eux
C’était une belle histoire
Je voyais pour les autres
Sans même me regarder
Et puis un jour la notre
Est venue me chercher

Je me retrouve dans un autre monde
Heureux comme tout
Et mon bonheur abonde
Dans le cœur de partout.

Oui, je suis amoureux
Que puis-je de plus vous dire
Je suis un homme heureux
Retrouvant un sourire
L’amour çà nous repose
C’est un autre pays
La vie, c’est peu de chose
Donner c’est prendre aussi

Je me retrouve dans un autre monde
Heureux comme tout
Et mon bonheur abonde
Dans le cœur de partout.

Oui, je suis amoureux
Un beau bonheur de l’être
Car à ce grand jeu
C’est tous les jours une fête
Il y a des gagnants
A la lot’rie du cœur
J’y croyais plus avant
C’était une grosse erreur

Je me retrouve dans un autre monde
Heureux comme tout
Et mon bonheur abonde
Dans le cœur de partout.

IN ANOTHER WORLD

Yes, I'm in love
And I am well aware of it
It's a pleasure for two
Never won in advance
By chance encounters
It is a good that we take
So when we show it
It’s what we really love

Yes, I'm in love
I didn't want to believe it
Thinking that for them
It was a beautiful story
I saw for others
Without even looking at me
And then one day ours
Came to pick me up

I find myself in another world
Happy like everything
And my happiness abounds
In the hearts of everywhere.

Yes, I'm in love
What more can I tell you
I am a happy man
Finding a smile again
Love rests us
It's another country
Life is little
Giving is also taking

I find myself in another world
Happy like everything
And my happiness abounds
In the hearts of everywhere.

Yes, I'm in love
A beautiful joy of being
Because in this great game
Every day is a party
There are winners
To the lottery of the heart
I believed in it more before
It was a big mistake

I find myself in another world
Happy like everything
And my happiness abounds
In the hearts of everywhere.

DANS UN AUTRE MONDE

HELLO  JOE  
THIS IS BOB
I’M YOUR FRIEND IN THE WALL
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW
    
SOPHIA AND ANNA
WISH I HAD A JOE LIKE YOURS
KIND OF AN ABRACADABRA 
BROTHER KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

PASTA COOKING MOUNTAIN BIKING
TEACHER EXTRAORDINAIRE
SUNDAY WRITING STORY-TELLING
WITH DARK AND CURLY HAIR
IT’S LIKE I’VE SEEN HIM SOMEWHERE

SOPHIA AND ANNA
WISH I HAD SISTERS LIKE YOU
TOTAL AFICIONADAS
WISH I WAS YOUR BROTHER TOO
ALTHOUGH I’M NOT JEALOUS

PASTA COOKING FRIENDSHIP MAKING
WITH AN EASY COMMAND OF A ROOM
MOUNTAIN BIKING GOOD JOKES CRACKING
WITH DARK HUMOR I PRESUME
IT’S LIKE I’VE MET YOU SOMEHOW JOE

SOPHIA AND ANNA
WISH I HAD A JOE LIKE YOURS
ASK ARI ASK ALEX
JUSK ASK MATTHEW AND JARETT
YEAH YOU CAN ASK ANYBODY
ANYBODY THAT HE’S MET
YEAH YOU CAN ASK ALL THE FRIENDS HE MET




SOPHIA AND ANNA
EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A JOE LIKE YOURS
IF HE WAS NOT SO UNIQUE
EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A JOE LIKE YOURS

HELLO JOE
THIS IS BOB
I’M YOUR FRIEND IN THE WALL
CAN YOU HEAR ME STILL?

THE FRIEND IN THE WALL (Lyrics) Song for Joe

We're back.

Janine: voices, vocal melody and harmony, lyrics https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix
David Levinson: image

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Nature has conspired to bring a basketful of obstacles 
Pesky interfering things, not the things she ought to bring 
They pile up in my way like spiky beaver dams 
They just accumulate like unbrushed tresses,

Well surprise surprise, they can be wonderful

An infantry of shoulds and bags of promises 
Have all transmogrified and curl like willow branches 
That crown around my head and vine around my feet 
And where the fire burned, they slurp the ashes

But surprise surprise, they're kinda beautiful
 it’s all so beautiful


Surprise surprise, it’s pretty beautiful
Nature is a wild thing with no philosophy 
And where the atoms turn is helter skelter 
So on the sides of trees forever lichen grows 
And mossy destiny is in their shelter

Surprise surprise, it’s all so beautiful


Surprise Surprise (with Janine Levinson)

the heart of winter
Thanks to Francesco(@francescocartocci ) for the inspiration and for the gorgeous guitar playing.
Our other collaborations:
@soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco

initial digital idea (video sketch)
https://youtube.com/shorts/ErjY15S-tYU?si=lupDHa8xz8s_38-c

il cuore dell'inverno  with Francesco Cartocci

Composed by Charles Chambaz
All instruments, effects are performed, recorded, and mixed by myself.
For more information, see my public Profile
All rights reserved.

Le Mahabharata est une épopée sanskrite de la mythologie hindoue comportant, selon le décompte de Vyâsa, 81 936 strophes réparties en dix-huit livres. Il est considéré comme le plus long poème jamais composé.

Mahabharata - Charles Chambaz

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
***
Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

This is an old traditional Malagasy song,
we did for you 

Kitana on vocals 
Rina on piano

Mifankatiava ihany
Raha mbola velona aina
Tsy misy toy izany ny mampifaly saina

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina re

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina

Koa raha tsy fotoana ela
No hipetrahana eto
Andeha re
Andeha re mba hifamela
Andeha hifamela mba tsy harahin-tsento
Mba tsy harahin-tsento
Andeha re(Andeha re)
Mba hifamela
Mba tsy arahin-tsento

tranlation:
Let’s love one another
While we are still alive
There’s nothing more joyful than that for the soul

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

So if our time here
Is not for long
Let us go
Let us go and forgive each other
Let us forgive, so no sorrow remains
So no sorrow remains
Let us go (Let us go)
To forgive
So sorrow won’t follow

Cover Solika - Mifankatiava ihany | by Kitana and Rina

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, and compostion
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, and Roland organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitrar
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – triangle, and ancillary vocals

This song began when Carl, who is always making connections on the Cloud, was inspired to write a song about our bandmate, Mark. As you can tell from his lyrics, Carl shares our appreciation and respect for our resident Canadian singer and multi instrumentalist. So, when he had the chords worked out on his acoustic guitar, and a great vocal track, he recorded them and started a project, to which the rest of Eclectic Collective were invited.
  First up to bat was Ken, laying in his always clever, essential beat for the rest of us to work with. Stephen was the next person to lay down a track, which was his essential, but subtle electric rhythm track. Later, after it was almost done, he also added a fiery solo in the firt part of the ending section. Josh came along right after Stephen, laying down his signature fretless bass. He also added the organ shortly after, as well. Tez entered the fray next, adding the lightning, Gilmore-esque final solo in the end section. 
  We considered what to do with this song for a minute, too. The thought was whether to present it to Mark as a gift, or to include him in the mix. We decided to go with the latter, and he added the awesome vocalizations towards the end, as well as some cool triangle.
  Once we had it in the bag, we turned it over to Stephen for the production, mix, and mastering, which he always does in a very pro manner.
  This is our second of hopefully many songs with Carl. If you have good music on your page, there's a good chance that he'll hit you up to collaborate. Like the moon, he's everywhere, and he's a damn fine collaborator, too. We hope you enjoy hearing this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Carl also wanted to share this message about Mark, as well.
  "This song is written for our Canadian friend Mark. Mark is a pivotal member of the Eclectic Collective who as a band and equally Mark as an individual I'm discovering are phenomenal to work with. I was particularly struck how multiple generations of Mark's family enjoy music and creating together. Thanks for your music man. You really do show a unique approach and I look forward to making more really enjoyable songs like this one with you buddy. In my head lyrically Mark is whoever you focus the love on. Rock and Real!" ----TBD

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:
You are the Mark
Mister Lark
Pedigree Bark
Stunning musical stark
Meet Mistermark

From Wondr to Bossa
All from I' Spy
Projecting your best
Proud human melody cry

May 2019
Maybe some fear became esteem
Soft bands in garage channel a way
Internal dreams in sound found light this day

So Dad was a seed
Kudos big man
You do good breed
In music we learn with proper concern
I think now you found Josh the EP

So onto Collective
You expand their perspective
With you and your music
Now Earth gets more fuses
Because of your music
It's a better blue ball
I know I certainly love hearing Marks call

We pressed the remote
We having those jams
Let's get it on and get more brain tan
We singing to clan
Wham bam thank you man

Miss No Mark-The Beautiful Dark/Eclectic Collective

Nouveau titre, nouvelle collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine nous raconte et chante la "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" et Zitou rame en cadence....

New title, new collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine tells us and sings the "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" and Zitou rows in time.....


La complainte du marin ZiMad By  Monsieur Madeleine & Zitou Itou

drums by https://soundcloud.com/plex-auchta
vocals and guitar by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

compost the oligarchy

*Listen with Headphones
Genre Hopping / Mood Swing Mash

Remixed by LS/2025.

Pikanto

When I was a kid, I had toys on my brain but now kids today want video games.
***
She says there’s a really overpowered character in in this video game that she likes
There’s a really overpowered character in in this video game that she likes
It’s my favorite game daddy she says please won’t you let me buy it
I say no, no, no, no, no no, no, ten dollars a week that’s too much money to spend
Ten dollars a week five hundred twenty dollars a year
I say no, no, no, no, no no, no, ten dollars a week that’s too much money to spend
Ten dollars a week five hundred twenty dollars a year

When I was a kid I’d ask my parents for toys and a lot of times they’d say no
Cause funds were tight and there were places where the money had to go
And now the shoes on the other foot and I’m starting to understand
I’m not pooping money like Daddy Warbucks
I’m not buying expensive drinks at Starbucks
She keeps wearing me down and there’s only so much I can take
And I know that sooner or later my resolve is going to break
Food clothing and shelter, Maslov had a hierarchy of needs
But if you drill a little bit deeper down into the weeds
There’s lots of other things that we all want
I say no, no, but eventually I’ll give in, cause I’m fighting a battle that I know I just can’t win
I say No no but eventually I’ll give in, cause I’m fighting a battle that I know I just can’t win
I’m fighting a battle that I know I just can’t win

The No No Song

Welcome to Cinder & Stone, a deeply personal journey through the mountains, valleys, and weathered hearts of Appalachian life. This collection of 13 original folk songs captures the essence of a region often overlooked but never forgotten. A place where resilience is woven into the fabric of everyday existence, where the past whispers through the pines, and where hope rises from the dust of hardship.

Clinch Mountain Heart

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

DANS UN AUTRE MONDE

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