https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9PzfPAc74g

Zelda

Sort of a digital chamber music piece with a psychedelic electronic synth-y solo in the middle. Hope you enjoy it!

22 1 14

Music by Chad Lawson entitled "Paper Shadows" https://soundcloud.com/chad-lawson

Happy Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month!

Kissing in Vietnamese
by Ocean Vuong https://poets.org/poem/kissing-vietnamese

My grandmother kisses
as if bombs are bursting in the backyard,
where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes
through the kitchen window,
as if somewhere, a body is falling apart
and flames are making their way back
through the intricacies of a young boy’s thigh,
as if to walk out the door, your torso
would dance from exit wounds.
When my grandmother kisses, there would be
no flashy smooching, no western music
of pursed lips, she kisses as if to breathe
you inside her, nose pressed to cheek
so that your scent is relearned
and your sweat pearls into drops of gold
inside her lungs, as if while she holds you
death also, is clutching your wrist.
My grandmother kisses as if history
never ended, as if somewhere
a body is still
falling apart.

Kissing in Vietnamese

A song about doubt, fears and holding on. 

It has been mastered by Ryan at RCD Audio. 

Lyrics:

This washed out, mid week Morning

This morning you said you loved me
Where the hell did that come from?
I’ve been waiting months for some affection 
Now this just trips off your tongue!
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
There’s hope again! 

My routine has been disrupted 
As I’m thinking about your words
For weeks I thought that it was over
But now it seems a future’s there for us  
on this washed out, midweek morning, 
Confusion grows

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason
For you to have this change of mind  
On this washed out, midweek morning 
I Feel so unsure 

And I could dig a little deeper
Yeah I could really shake that tree 
But i don’t want confirmation 
Now you’ve said you love me!
On this washed out, midweek morning 
Let’s move on! 

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside 
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason 
For you to have this change of mind
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
I’ll ignore to love 

James Whiteman Copyright May 2023

This washed out, midweek morning (RCD MASTER)

Mood Exhibit - Antlers And Flower Petals

Instrumental.....Relax and chill
Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Slide guitar, funk guitar, keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering. 
If you have the time.... Please repost! .........Spread the funk

Just Funk It / Instrumental

The Smoking Trout collaborative is back with another installment in the story of the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! On this one Jeff, Uziel, Terry and I are joined by Tot for the first time. He sent us an awesome beat to serve as the rhythmic backbone to this new song. 
Then I funkified it with the bass and guitar, Uziel gave a stellar performance on vocals with some original lyrics, and Jeff and Terry contributed just the right amount of weirdness. Terry also did an incredible job with editing this all together during the production phase!   Hope you will enjoy!

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals, Lyrics, and Vocal Production

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Bass guitar, Lead & Rhythm Guitar funkiness

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Modulated Guitar & Vocaloid melodies

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production/Editing

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Catch up with the first 5 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics:

All those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water?... but we're all outta food"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we have to share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #6)w/ Uziel, Stonerjazz, Tea R. Sea & Tot

Music:  Pj Project & Janne Hennie
Vocal & Lyrics: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: PJ Project

Lyrics:

Blood in the streets, sound of war
A woman pray for her life
People are killed, young and old
The war is merciless and cold

This woman who has nowhere to sleep
Whisper a prayer in tears
Please God make this war end now
Please God let there be peace..

She said: Iam so tired of living like this
So tired og so little sleep
The sound of the bombs keep me up all night
and the anxiety is deep

I lost my husband, I lost my son
I´ve lost everything
Please listen to my prayers ,God
And take me under your wings..

Bombs explodes over her head 
She run and try to hide
Is about to give up everything
But she wouldn't loose her pride

The war is destroying so many lives
With suffering, sorrow and pain
But it couldn't take away her pride
That was hidden in her tears..

La la la la la.....

The war is destroying so many lives 
With suffering, sorrow an fear
But it can not take away our pride
Hidden in our tears...

Suffering In War  W/PJ Project

Touch Me / Paploviante / Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering 
BPM 80 
Free Download 
If you want the track different ... contact me! 
The track is downloadable as a Wave file! 
You can complete what you want! 
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Vocal performance by the wonderful @diamondlajolie

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Brilliant Aura / Triple Echo / Double Vision (Featuring diamondlajolie)

A smoky jazz ballad inspired by the lost 1929 film The Awful Truth. A couple suspects each other of cheating, breaks apart, and tries new romances—only to discover they’re still in love with each other. With sly lyrics and torch-song style, this tune captures the wit, heartbreak, and charm of classic nightclub jazz.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
We traded glances, then we traded doubt,
Each little whisper turned inside out.
I swore you were straying, you swore it too,
But the awful truth is… I’m still in love with you.

[Verse 2]
We played our parts in somebody new,
Danced through the evenings, smiled on cue.
But each time the lights fell soft on the room,
The awful truth lingered, it bloomed and it bloomed.

[Chorus]
The awful truth, it shadows the night,
No matter who’s holding me tight.
I laugh and I flirt, but it just won’t do—
The awful truth is, I only want you.

[Verse 3]
At every party, we’d circle the floor,
Talking ‘bout nothings, and then talking more.
Funny how strangers just fade from view,
When the awful truth is standing there with you.

[Chorus]
The awful truth, it’s bitter and sweet,
Each time our eyes chance to meet.
We may pretend, but it still shines through—
The awful truth is, I only want you.

[Bridge]
Suspicion made us blind,
Coincidence unkind…
But love has a way
Of rewinding the play,
To show us what’s real, come what may.

[Final Chorus]
The awful truth, it cut us in two,
But here we are, starting anew.
Let others judge, but we always knew—
The awful truth is… I only want you.


The Awful Truth

Hello! Iam an amateur singer/songwriter with a lot of passion for singing and Music.  I mostly sing originals,  but also covers . I like to write lyrics with meaning, something people can relate to. Not necessaraly my own experiences, it can be something i heard, seen or something someone  told me.
I also make music in GarageBand with small loops I put together. 
I am very impressed with how many talented people there is on Soundcloud! And so much love and kindness!
Thank you all for listening,  likes, reposting and comments! It really means a lot to me❤️
(My own originals sounds best with ear phones )
I also have a YouTube channel with the same nick name 🎵
Take care!🥰

(And I don't use AI at all! )