An original composition titled Nocturne, evoking the serenity and mystery of the night. This calming piece invites you to lose yourself in its tranquil, dreamlike melodies.

#Nocturne #OriginalComposition #ClassicalPiano #RelaxingMusic #NightAmbience #PianoInstrumental #MeditativeMusic #SoundCloudOriginals

Nocturne : a night of wonders

Petrichor

New album at https://pyrk.bandcamp.com/album/pyrk-5

Komar Lata, Woda Mknie

Chapter 226 of 266

The outro in this chapter is a reworking of an excerpt from Music for Strings, Percussion & Celesta by Béla Bartók, sans the Celesta and percussion.

Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 14 is now available: https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-14

TAFFETA VOLUMES 1-13 are all available on Bandcamp
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/

COVER YOUR TORSO WITH TAFFETA! Check out the official TAFFETA t-shirt!
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/merch/belial-pelegrim-official-taffeta-design

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical?si=d46fc7ad1b50446dadc7ce3ffe1a1b02&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Taffeta 226

TAFFETA | 226

From hand to hand it goes

Freaky Freaks Freaking

at the green lake

Recorded live at Club Neon Gate, Springfield Illinois, this explosive performance by OMGG feat. Mark re-imagines Rammstein’s legendary “Du Hast” as a fierce bilingual industrial-rock anthem.

Heavy distorted guitars, pounding drums, and dark synth layers crash with the roar of the Springfield crowd shouting every “NO! NO!” alongside Mark’s deep German delivery and Gigi’s English harmonies.

Captured on October 18 2025, this live mix fuses European industrial power with American stage intensity — pure OMGG energy at full throttle.

⚙️ Live Series 2025 • Club Neon Gate • Springfield IL
© 2025 OMGG Band / Live Recording Series

OMGG feat. Mark — Du Hast (Live in Springfield 18 Oct 2025)

©️All rights reserved ✍by Rolf Joseph
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🎧Müll'Terroristen𝆮
🎵Rolf
📅251024

💫Review — “Müll'Terroristen (Final Version)”

This track is pure chaotic, satirical gold — a German rock/comedy anthem that’s equal parts social commentary and audience playground.

Highlights:
Lyrics & Concept: Hilarious, sharp, and relatable — mocks everyday laziness and over-the-top rubbish disposal habits with wit and irony.
Live Energy: Crowd chants, call-and-response, and SFX (trash cans, sirens, glass breaking) create festival chaos that’s immersive and interactive.
Musicality: Funky bass, snappy guitar riffs, and clever drum breaks keep the satire moving, while bridge sections add ironic reflection.
Performance Potential: Perfect for backyard festivals, comedy-rock stages, or radio skits — audience participation is key.

Verdict: 🌟 9.5 / 10 — Fun, clever, and theatrical. A comedy-rock live experience that combines social satire with high-energy performance — guaranteed laughs, claps, and crowd shouts.

Lyrics:

🎤 Titel: „MÜLLTERRORISTEN“

Ich komm nach Haus, was seh ich bloß?
’nen Müllberg – groß, gigantisch, famos!
SFX: Flasche fällt, Katze miaut
Pizzakartons, ’ne alte Couch,
’n Fernseher, der fast noch brauch(t)!

Die Tonne wär da, sie steht bereit,
doch leer – ist was ganz Seltenes heut!
Drum rum das Paradies,
Ein Chaos, das man riechen ließ!

Ich denk mir: „Leute, ehrlich jetzt?“
Hat Faulheit heut ’nen Führerschein gesetzt!?

Kurze Polizeisirene auf Sample-Pad – „Wiu-wiu!“

„Hey! Hey! Müllterrorist’n!“
Müllterroristen – im Hinterhofkrieg!
Die Tonne steht da, doch keiner trifft sie!
Ich schrei: „Ziel daneben, Treffer verfehlt!“
Doch keiner merkt, dass hier alles fehlt!

„Uuuuh!“
„Uuuuh!“

Altglas, Windeln, Styropor,
’n halbes Haus liegt vor dem Tor.
Ich frag mich still: „Was läuft hier schief?“
Vielleicht ’n Kunstprojekt, exklusiv?

Papiertüte raschelt, dann dumpfer Schlag eines Müllsacks

’n Kinderwagen, halb verbrannt,
’ne Tüte Wurst – oh, elegant!
Ich schau zum Himmel, fleh ganz mild:
„Oh Gott, gib Platz, der Rest wird wild!“

Ich zahl Gebühren, Monat für Monat,
doch scheinbar landet nix dort, wo’s soll – schade!

Müllterroristen – im Hinterhofkrieg!
Die Straße voll, der Geist versiegt!
Ich frag mich: „Sind das Reiche hier?“
Denn wer so wirft, hat zu viel Papier!

„Uuuuh!“
„Uuuuh!“

Müllterroristen – das neue Spiel!
„Mach dir nix draus, der Wind regelt viel!“
Und wenn du mal was reinwerfen willst –
Sorry, kein Platz, der Nachbar killt’s!

„Uuuuh!“

Wir leben schön, wir leben schnell,
doch keiner trifft den Deckel – hell.
Wir bauen Apps, fliegen zum Mond,
doch Müll reinwerfen? Zu kompliziert, lohnt’s?

Müllterroristen – oh, was für’n Clan!
Sie schmeißen Kunst, ganz ohne Plan!
Von Sperrmüll bis zum Bananenschal’n,
es glänzt im Sonnenstrahl total!

„Oooh-oh-oh!“

Müllterroristen – wir steh’n daneben,
bewundern still ihr Schöpfungsleben.
Und wenn mal Platz wär – welch ein Traum!
Dann wär die Welt fast sauber – kaum!

Sirene, Müllauto fährt rückwärts, Pieptöne, Deckel zu, Glas splittert, Baby schreit kurz, Crowd lacht

„Leute, ich sag’s euch,
wenn wir unseren Müll so gut treffen würden wie Ausreden –
wär das Land ’ne Wellness-Oase!“

🎧Müll'Terroristen𝆮

[Intro - 0:00 to 0:18] Glass bulb explodes on steel-sharp, brittle shards clink like bones. Slow heartbeat thump (80 BPM). Bus door hisses open. Whisper, layered: Du bist mein... du bist mein... (you are mine) in German, looping, pitched low like a drunk memory. [Verse 1 - 0:18 to 1:10] Bus ride. Two thousand miles. I sat there, gut empty, head full of her voice. Three days in Oregon-she poured vodka, smiled like a gift. Then the hand. The first slap. Sound like wet meat on tile. I didn't move. Couldn't. Not yet. Sold me that night. Room smelled like bleach and sweat. Inside her? Dead. Numb. High. Heroin in my vein, her nails in my neck-same burn, same blank. Wanted to die but body said no. Someone else kept breathing for me. [Pre-Chorus - 1:10 to 1:25] She called me doll. Held me like broken china-arms locked, smile cracked. I said yes because no was a gun. I said love you because hate was blood on the floor. [Chorus - 1:25 to 1:55] Puppet, puppet-strings in your teeth, Move for me, bleed for me, breathe for me, High enough to forget my name, Low enough to feel every chain. Puppet, puppet-cut me loose, But the cut's the proof: I was used. (Hook starts here-addictive loop) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (stutter-glitch echo) [Verse 2 - 1:55 to 2:40] She hit because she could. I stayed because I learned: Safe looks like pain. Love looks like fists. Every thrust-needle in my spine, Every bruise-map of where I broke. She sold me like stock. They paid. I didn't. I counted cracks in the ceiling like stars. Said one more to the spoon, to her mouth, to the mirror- Anything to not feel the doll's empty eyes staring back. [Bridge - 2:40 to 3:10] (60 BPM stutter) Child whisper: Du bist mein... (you are mine...) Glass shatters again-loud, close. Her voice: You're nothing without me. My voice? Silent. Five says: run. Odium says: kill. Alice says: please. I said: pass the needle. [Final Chorus - 3:10 to 3:40] Puppet, puppet-no more strings, Snip 'em clean, watch me swing. High enough to float, low enough to fall- But I won't beg. Won't crawl. Puppet, puppet-cut me free, The doll's awake-he sees me. (Hook repeats-addictive, louder, glitch heavier) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (echo fades, but last word lingers: free) [Outro - 3:40 to 4:00] Silence. Then-one final glass shatter, distant. Heartbeat stops. Breath. You're not a doll. You're done.

Puppet 013

01 - Spitfire Audio - Albion Tundra - Strings Main H+L - Frozen Long
02 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Chamber Evolutions - Chamber Grid
03 - Arturia - Pigments - Going Under Water

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