Soundcloud Hidden Gems vol. 9

July Friends

July 2023 - Healing Tunes

Mixed for Lillithe  7.10.23

Mixed for Lillithe  09-10-23

Mixed for Lillithe - 10.10.23

Mixed for Lillithe - 14.10.23

Mixed for Lillithe -29.10.23

Mixed for Lillithe - 29.10.23

Your MegaMix

The Return Of The Son Of Mustela Magnet

It's Thelonious-Panarlberg-Guybrush-Threepwood-Monkday! Commander Fullyard and myself had been snacking on this one since April 2021. More than happy that we finally got our baby born! While mighty Fullyard has done all the freaking magic he is famous for, my contribution was mainly about nonsense ideas such as playing the Theremin and sampling blowing-over-beerbottle sounds. Thank you a million times Stefan for this adventure, your stamina and all the wolves! The result is far beyond expectation; retrospectively it was clear however that things would be damn cool --- synchronized hairstyles obviously go hand in hand with synchronized vibes.

https://soundcloud.com/steve-fullyard
https://soundcloud.com/steve-fullyard/round-midnight

'Round Midnight with Fullyard

"Standing Still" : experimental downtempo track with an ambient, acid feel, with guitar and synths  : art work one of my "analogue" photos
. "Free Download"

Standing Still

AV Gray - Hear the Silencer

Wild Irish Rose

This song is about several wonderful experiences spent in Irish pubs in the US and Europe, time spent with friends, embracing the energy of a night out in the city, seeing, feeling, and experiencing new and exciting things.  The outro originally used the lyrics from a great Irish song by the Clancy Brothers but being that I don’t have permission to use their lyrics In the song, I’ve written my own to replace them.
Italic/Underline = Harmonies

Verse 1:
I feel like dancing, and I want to dance with you
These city streets come alive at night with you
And if you’ll be my girl
I’ll show you my whole world
I’ll let you in
Inside my head
We’ll dance until you understand
And I’ll hold you the whole night through
Verse 2:  
It starts raining 
Neon signs reflect on the street
Drenched completely, yeah, we hit the pub for a drink
The jukebox plays our song.
The whole bar sings along
We all join hands to sing and dance
We fell in love in an Irish pub
It may sound strange but it felt just right 
Come on and sing along…..
Bridge/Outro
Oh, whiskey
Fallen Angels
A smile on your face
The entire room is spinning 
while time stand in its place
Sweet kisses on my lips
Your nectar in my brain
My Wild Irish Rose, you’re my lover

Wild Irish Rose

It's a one shot dearly precious thing
To be alive.


So glad to be here
Whole and sound
So glad I can be
Still around

I don't need your church or creed
To get me by
I don't need no alcohol or pills
To get me high

I don't need to fight with you
I don't need a gun
I'm doing what I was born to do
I'm having fun

I'm high on life

I don't need negativity
Don't drag me down
I'm the king of my own life
Don't steal my crown

Eyes wide open,high on life
That's when I thrive
It's a one shot dearly precious thing
To be alive

So glad to be here
Whole and sound
So glad I can be
Still around

I'm high on life

High On Life

ThaboThaboThaboYah.mp3

Track written and produced by Martin L.

Solo Violin by IceRequiem

https://soundcloud.com/ice-requiem

Light in the Dark -- feat. IceRequiem

train

Creating this tune, I was mostly focused on rhytmical pattern and spiced up the 4/4 Beat  with a small amount of Funk essence.
And... do scratches work, implemented in electronics?
In modern productions these are almost extinct.

- Original Track -

Movement

Music: Jan Schonander
Percussion: Belial Pelegrim https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

A story of an unfortunate drift off to sea ...  it all ends well albeit after some delirium.

Many thanks to Scott for sending me the drum track which inspired this tune.

Dance Adrift

Dance Adrift | Belial Pelegrim🥁

Forests Diseased and dying from Global warming and acid rain.
Is it too late ?. Will they be able to recover .
Let's hope so.
The picture is after a large storm that changed the forests of Slovakian High Tatras for ever.

The Forests Are Dying

Ambient World Techno Latin Indie Psychedelic Drum & Bass.

A walk in the park (170bpm)

Piece de facture classique destinée a devenir bande son.

The Last Scene

Sazanka is a name of winter flower often seen anywhere in Japan. I love to see the flowers falling on the ground like snow flakes. It makes me think of our life time and all the beautiful gifts from the nature.
Spotify   https://open.spotify.com/track/4RkZzZX7YVXGNk5iWYUwil

Lyrics

Flowers, blowing wind
Flowing over my head
Slip inside ,Break me down
I see you, how once we, lately again

But I hope you remember me 
There are leaves falling on
Still my eyes keep on (the ) flow
Couldn’t take my eyes off, All…

When we’re outside into the shadows
Fall on ground
She left behind away
 I missing you all alone
 In the world
                    
When we’re outside into the shadows
 Fall on ground
 She never find your way
 I missing you all alone
 
  I missing , dreaming, over over again

Sazanka

Some ambient improvising and repeating…

30.06.2023
Image and Title reference Zelda botw ©nintendo

carbon-footprint

Farodra

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

orlando51music © 2023

Away From Crowds

Ai Shite Iru (instrumental)

This song is for Lucy...the coolest and most affectionate cat i've ever had

Like A Feather Desert

Dawn

PH ZERO

Emotional stratosphere

Got It

Dope Jam Band-TheSmokingTrout
This is my first time participating, but Smoking Trout's other songs are also great, 
so be sure to check out the album! 
Oh~~Yeah! 
Thank U 4 Listening!!!

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

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

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

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

* Tea R. Sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production

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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"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

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

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

a wonderful melody that just sticks with you... I really hope so

Brighter Than Twilight

Two Clans

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

Eternal Light

Close your eyes and let yourself be transported by the sounds and sensations of the deep north, where everything seems to stop and return to its origins; the human mind can materialize anywhere, will and imagination will do the rest... our planet is a precious and special place, let's try to take care of it and respect it!

NORWEGIAN FJORDS

Listen to the Playlist: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-little-mermaid-music-for
The Little Mermaid – The Prince and the Little Mermaid
Ocotber 2023
Duration: 2:30
Painting by Marie-Jose Payannet
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Little Mermaid Ballet January 2024 in Colorado.
This piece tells the story of the unrequited love of the little mermaid for the prince, who never realized that the little mermaid was the one who saved his life from the shipwreck. 
For piano, cello, flute, bells, sound effects and percussion.

The Little Mermaid - The Prince And The Little Mermaid

Hey…. I missed you guys, your music, art, and conversations! Thanks to those who left me messages (Truly appreciated.) I took a long summer break that spilt into Autumn. It was great. Rode my old bicycle down along the river a couple times, and had to keep pedaling faster than the mosquitoes. I did some hiking in the mountains, old man style, carefully watching where I was going. I had fallen several times on previous outings, on slippery river rocks these past few years. So now I stick mostly to the trails, which I don’t really like to do, but realize that is where my age has put me. Most days I could be found piddling around the yard like a old monk, gardening and keeping the bird water clean, while laughing at and talking to the animals. After a while they get used to my eccentricities. Chickadees and Kinglets follow me around when I am watering. I think the watering stirs up insects that they feed on. Did some needed house painting. A couple decades ago, I had a second job painting apartments. I would leave my job at the high school, in proper dress attire and paint in those same clothes and never get a drop of paint on them. My wife at the time thought I was having an affair. Haha. She told friends… He says he’s painting but he never has any paint on his clothes. I tried to reassure her and even told her that was silly. Apparently she didn’t think so, so now I am alone. Ha. I also patched the roof and got a leak at the house seam that I had been trying to patch for years. I had a good visit with an old high school friend who I hadn’t seen in 50 years. Back when we were teenagers, he was taller than me. Now, when I first saw him, I saw I am at least a foot taller than him now. He was and is always an inspiration for me in life. After much grumbling about getting older, I am finally OK with being 67 years old. Sadly, I grieved for several people in my life who died. Tended the vegetable garden, harvesting all sorts of veggies, and stored some for the long winter. Collected all sorts of seeds. I even created some wild garden recipes, spending some well needed time in the kitchen. Later in the summer, I picked vine-ripened tomatoes for lunch, and grazed on apples and plums from the trees while working outside. I always leave plenty for the animals. After procrastinating, I repotted a bunch of large, root bound house plants. And I slept late while wildly dreaming… as some of you know, I appreciate dreams for their surreal content that often finds its way into my song lyrics. I also took some time to play electric slide guitar and sing outside on the porch, while working the kinks out of the slide sound and howling like an old hound dog. A neighbor asked: Was that you? (In a good way.) Some other neighbors were not so pleased. (Haha.) Anyway, this new home recording is a song I worked on recently. I have been working with my vocals to render out the course gravel tone and just sing. Gravel makes for great sounding Blues, but it really isn’t me. I have also been working on my rhythm guitar. (It needs it… haha) I am still learning so much about the music process. Thanks for bearing with me as I explore and test out these new ideas. Other than that, thanks for dropping by for a visit/listen… Mark

Lammbone's Album

Drifters

You Got The Right (Out/Intro) - Bruno C.

Far away girl painting : Nataly NGM 
Notes & words composed, played and sung by Bruno Chassaigne 
Mastered by Loony De Bussy in October 2023

You Got The Right - Bruno C.

'She comes to him in spirit whilst he sleeps...'

Had an idea a few days ago for a dream sequence where a dearly departed woman appeared to her lover in his sleep, so I sent it to my awesome buddy & synthmeister John Buckle for ideas.

In addition to adding his glorious synths, he was also majorly instrumental (excuse the pun lol) in the creation & production of the finished track.
 
Note: I purposely heavily processed the vocal to give the impression of a ghostly voice.

We hope you like it - free download if so.

John Buckle: (https://soundcloud.com/john-buckle-166792889) co-creator/producer, synths
Electrometis: co-creator/producer, other instruments & beats, mix/master

Thank you for listening ♥
#halloween (ish)

I'm Not Dead

I'm Not Dead - John Buckle Collab

Photo : Marielle Lemaire - Ariège - France

Marcher, c'est des captures d'images, des sentiments qui se composent, se transforment, se ruminent en de douces pensées. Dans l'enlacement continu du parcours, cette source de satiété physique offre une richesse grandissante à l'esprit. La pérégrination ancre nos sens dans cette réalité.

Walking is capturing images, feelings that are composed, transformed, ruminated in sweet thoughts. In the continuous embrace of the journey, this source of physical satiety offers a growing richness to the spirit. The journey anchors our senses in this reality.

Ce projet se compose d'un prélude, d'une pièce principale, de cet interlude suivi de son postlude.

3 - Sur Le Chemin - Avec Franck Douvin

Feeling Free feat. Xavier Michel / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics: Xavier Michel
https://soundcloud.com/user-12234496
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/16955/disco-no-7-with-xavier-michel-116bpm-disco-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix and Mastering

Feeling Free feat. Xavier Michel - Paploviante Music

YOU KNOW MY NAME

Never Before 135 BPM

Colorful Colorado – Autumn (feat. Video)
Watch the YouTube video featuring beautiful photography by Heidi Schnicker at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_JLb9uDbrc
October 2023
Duration: 3:10
Cover art photo: Heidi Schnicker 
Originally composed November 2016, revised and re-orchestrated October 2023
For strings, flute, oboe d'amore, bass flute, heckelphone, piano, vibraphone, virtual instruments, sound effects and percussion.

Colorful Colorado  - Autumn (feat. Video)

written & recorded in logic by naldo
additional lead guitar by Richard "Blitz" Livoni
https://www.blitzrecording.com

cover art by ronaldo farelli with firefly

12 Strings for Sad Carlotta

Give You All My Love / Paploviante
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Vocals and Lyrics: Ghosthack 
www.Ghosthack.de

Give You All My Love - Paploviante

Morphometry

Bandcamp

Onmyōji

go to destination

https://youtu.be/ddUCeIHLvZE

destination

Handful

Even evil Masters of the Abyss get their groove on now and then – and what better time than Halloween! Poor Raewyn doesn’t really feel like joining in, but she doesn’t have much choice!

No particular storyline (and not really part of the Elvenland saga), just a bit of Halloween techno fun from John and myself 😊  

#halloween 🎃

John Buckle: Synths, Mood Sound Layering (@john-buckle-166792889)
Electrometis: Original composition, mix/master

Free download if you like it.

Thank you for listening ♥

Elvenland - Halloween Spoof

Elvenland - Halloween 🎃 (feat. John Buckle)

LOVE SIGNS  feat. Alicatt & Paploviante
Vocals : Alicatt
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21749/love-signs-feat-alicatt-130bpm-funk-acapella
Bass : Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle
Music Lillithe & Paploviante
Lillithe: Percussions , Arrangement and Production

LOVE SIGNS Feat. Alicatt & Paploviante

Cast of characters:
Steve's Planet--@steve-vervaet—Steve—acustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, composition/arrangement
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara–Ken–drums and percussion
Llanpsych–@llanpsych–Tez–production and mix 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–four string fretless bass, mandolin, organ, and strings orchestration 

This is a song that Steve wrote, and has released on his page. He sings it brilliantly, and plays guitar, too. He sent it to Josh to work on with him. Josh added the bass, strings, and organ. But it needed drums. And luckily he knows a great drummer named Ken, who added exactly what it needed. Then we sent it to Tez for a bit of his production and mixing wizardry. It's a totally different sound than we're all used to, but it was a lot of fun to put together. We hope you enjoy it, too.

Crazy About Ya - The Eclectic Collective

Sci-Fi, another of my passions
Art with Canva

COLD SPACE

Music and Lyrics By Pierfranco Chiusolo
Arranged and played By Massimo Primiero
Sung By Lara Brachet Cota

I originally worked on this song in the year of 2005 
and It was one of my first works as arranger, 
this song was born by an idea of Mr. Pierfranco Chiusolo (it-it.facebook.com/pierfranco.chiusolo), 
the lyric is a good example of poetry in music; when Mr. Chiusolo gave It to me for arranging the first thing that came to my mind was a dark atmosphere with a psychedelic sound , Lara did an excellent Job on this song and I think that all in all in ten years after the work is pretty fine.

Massimo Primiero

LA QUIETE DOPO LA TEMPESTA

Una coperta di nuvoloni neri ha avvolto il sole,
ora la pioggia cade forte e gli alberi,
perfino loro, sembrano averne paura,
muovono le foglie qua e la’
per non farsi colpire da quelle scintille d’ argento
che cadono da li’ su …
Il vetro mi ripara ma le gocce che scendono
mi fanno pensare a quanta paura 
ho del temporale senza te …

Il vento non e’ solo tempesta,
forza immensa che scuote perfino gli alberi,
il vento e’ anche brezza leggera 
come un battito d’ ali
quello che sospinge una porta facendomi credere che, 
ci sia tu dietro  …

Il fresco buio della notte m’ accompagna
le piccole stelle da lassu’ sembrano dirmi
“guarda, noi ci siamo, lontane, ma questo non c’ impedisce
di brillare con tutta la nostra forza”
L’ acqua scorre veloce e tenace sui sassi,
non le importa di saltare, infrangersi, spruzzare qua e la’
perche’ sa che quello e’ il suo corso e
nessuno la puo’ fermare …

Tutto questo e’ nei miei occhi, nelle mie orecchie
Sulla mia pelle e soprattutto nel mio cuore
Pensieri che corrono veloci seguendo le nuvole …
Ricordi vivi che non svaniranno mai …
 
TRANQUILLITY AFTER THE STORM 
(Translation by Massimo Primiero)

Stormy clouds have grabbed the sun blinding It,
Now rain falls strongly and the trees moving,
Even them appear to be scared,
Moving their leafs up and down,
Trying Not to hit by silvery sparks,
That falls here and there,
Glass shelters me but drops falling
Make me think how I’m scary,
Of the stormy weather  without you……

Wind is not only a tempest,
Eternal power that moves the trees,
Wind is also something so sweet,
Like a flapping wings,
What pushes a door make me think that,
There’s you behind It…..

The soft dark of night is with me,
Little stars form above seem to tell me,
“Look, We’re here, so far, but this doesn’t stop us to shine,
With all our force”
Water flows rapid on the stones,
Doesn’t care to cover up, and down, Bump, because It’s their duty and
Nobody can’t stop It…..

All these in my eyes , in my ears, on my skin and above all in my Heart
Thoughts that run quickly following the clouds….
Live memories that will never disappear…..



Ai Shite Iru (instrumental)

my antiques in my index