Hello friend, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well. I like what you share.

How do we know we are not living in a dog’s dream? A preponderance of evidence says we are

Nice and a little strange singing. I like it💪

Nice song! Nice way of singing, really original, man!

The Upload

Stephanie Barbutova:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mixing & Mastering at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Vocals at Vestervang, DK

This is the story of an elderly gentleman who succumbed to the charms of a beautiful young woman and was only used by her for her own ends.

S U G A R   D A D D Y

Such a big disappointment
I feel like I´m being used
as I´m sitting here in silence
just hurt and so confused

I wasn´t     much more than     your stepping stone
a stupid     sugar daddy     who paid it all alone

you made me     think we were     more than just friends
you took all     that I had     every song, every cent

INTRO

Such a great enchantment
your voice can make tough men cry
once you get the attention
your beauty blinds the guys

BRIDGE    ohohoho

CHORUS

INTRO

Such a huge illusion
all the promises you broke
among all guys you´ve been foolin'
I was just another bloke

BRIDGE   ohoho

Everything Must Go

Sugar Daddy  (Bye-Bye Paris Girl)

Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you are a father now and once you were a son
And everyone who knew you then still think they know you now – judge you for all you did not what you've done
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – Hey man you know what you were okay
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you were a warrior and you still are now – and everyone who knew you then still think they know you now but because of you I made it through somehow
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – hey man – you know what you were ok
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by kids have grown they got their own lives to live
I thank the lord they see me now same way they saw me then but to go back twenty years what I wouldn’t give
I like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon my kids who understand my forte
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say you know what – Dad you were okay

Eric Festa's Album

Nowhere Fast

Poppy Seed 00:00
Bikini-clad Ice Maiden 05:44

Poppy Seed/Bikini-clad Ice Maiden

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually, as part of a future solo album)

Latin, literally ‘not having control of one's mind’.

If there was ever a time in my life when I questioned the sanity of the world, this would be it. So many things are not working; and so many people in power seem to want to keep it that way. How does one maintain hope (and provide others hopeful ideas), when the daily news tells such a different story? At what point do the hopeful messages just feel out of touch, rather than helpful?

Bo Burnham’s comedy special ‘Inside’ (on Netflix, but you can find several skits on YouTube as well) should be recommended viewing for all human beings right now. It’s a brilliantly insightful and snarky view of the world we live in, and a candid peek into his struggles facing that world. Half charming, half alarming… he is unapologetic and razor sharp in how he interprets the modern age. Here’s a line from one of the opening songs that really hit home for me:

"The more I look, the more I see nothing to joke about. Is comedy over? Should I leave you alone? Cause really who's gonna go for joking at a time like this? Should I be joking at a time like this? I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it. And I fear that comedy won't help, and the fear is not unfounded."

This so accurately summarizes how I feel right now. Is what I’m doing helping? Or does (you pick the hot topic driving you nuts at the moment) seem so out of control, that I seem out of touch with reality… trumpeting loving and hopeful messages in the face of the chaos? 

In the end, I feel there are only two paths available to us at any given time; activity and inactivity. I don’t know that the specific activity matters as much as the drive and purpose behind that activity. I suspect the point is simply to do anything positive that tells the universe where your heart and intent are focused. The alternative… inactivity probably looks a lot like freezing in your tracks, getting lost in fear (or anger, which I consider a sub-category of fear)… and refusing to (or feeling like you can’t) move forward. It’s pretty easy to imagine how that energy won’t be helping anyone… especially you.

So maybe it’s as simple as just doing something that seems meaningful to you. Maybe that means protesting. Or donating to causes that align with your values. It might be conserving water, limiting waste, and recycling. Perhaps it’s providing your services and skills to someone in need; or simply smiling at someone as you pass them on the street. And it can also take the form of artistic and creative expression; a valuable offering for people in need of evocative images, sounds and ideas. All of these things hold power. And all are important in my mind. So rather than questioning whether we’re doing the right things, or enough of the right things… maybe we just need to follow our hearts (not our minds), and see where that leads us. Our hearts already seem to know us better than we know ourselves anyway. Let’s try trusting that little fellow, and see where it takes us.

I hope you enjoy my latest sonic adventure, ‘Non Compos Mentis’. :)

WTF! The Musical

Non Compos Mentis

Red Carpet Procession - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] |  Live V-Synth Jam | Electro Space Pop

The King and Queen are now finally walking down the elegant-extravagant Red Carpet to officialize the vital ties, the surrounding connections, the obligatory motions here-on from this day forward...and all eyes indeed are on them...a splendid celebrity high-fine, status-star-procession...it carries on, as today is the day of all days, it's the marriage day, the match of all astral matches...sacred vows fully embraced, a majestic unforgetable soul to soul, now about to be etched in stone, for all near and far to realize...yes, this couple destined to be, from the very start, will rule like good royal nobles do...only to execute their eminent duties for the good of their people. Hope you all enjoy this heart to heart Red Carpet Procession my lovely distinguished guests of honour XOXOXO-REKHA

Music Performed & Recorded, Composed & Produced, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA


M: RCP Procession BU 2

Trailokya

RED CARPET PROCESSION

Red Carpet Procession - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] |  Live V-Synth Jam | Electro Space Pop

All YOURN

This track is built on top of a sequence that I produced with the microfreak sequencer which I was quite happy with. The drum track was created in Korg Gadget and many of the added synth lines are from the minilogue.

"A cascading failure is a failure in a system of interconnected parts in which the failure of one or few parts leads to the failure of other parts, growing progressively as a result of positive feedback." - Wikipedia

Cascading Error

After a trip through the Mediterranean with the paramour of my life years ago... these lyrics emerged as an expression of gratitude and love. Yesterday those lyrics found home in this new original composition.

Forever thinking about you and the family we've made baby.

Thinkin' About You [Instrumental]

Skaface    -   Rerelease

Written, performed and produced by Daniel Natter

Jan 2023

Dealers Choice

Grimoire

Settling down on a bench in the Winter Garden in the centre of the Yorkshire city of Sheffield, a curious relaxed state can  occur. The sound is somehow muffled due to the plants and trees in this vast glass house.
Fan Palms rise up above the visitors, their leaves like giant hands in a weird greeting of peace.

Fan Palm Reflections

This is actually a remix of the song “Where We Want To Be” which I shared about four years ago when I first joined Soundcloud.   “Winter's Road” was in fact the original title when the song was written.  So I decided to fall back to that with this remix.   See what you think.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Credits]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Ron Carnell
Electric Guitar Solo (Intro & Ending) – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Piano Solo - John Jarvis @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
I cannot speak for all who stem
Long road less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
By words they spoke and did not say.

(Chorus)
All roads lead to where we go
Where we go is where we have been,
So home’s just a word we know,
For where we want to be again.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

Repeat Chorus

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is gonna to be
Another road or just a place.

Repeat Chorus

© Myst Songs 2018 / 2023

Winter's Road

you're wrapped up today, it's 9.10 am and -2 degrees, it's been snowing overnight, some a them's been there since before 6! you walk down familiar streets, almost drag yourself there, feeling empty of emotion and desire, ambivalence consumes your integrity,  running commentary conversations with yourself contain more contradictions and paradoxes than thought itself. Horns tooting as you pick up the pace on Coburg street, nearly there now, must show willing and a pulse of positivity. You see your uncle Derek walking the dog, he's not really your uncle, you're not too sure if that's really a dog, it is a dog though, it's jumping up at you, fuck! it's at eye level, big dog that Derek! You make a bit of small talk about the football, and the dog, there's nothing small about the dog. He doesn't agree with the strike, I should be offended, but I don't give a flying fuck, it's nice to see him, have a bit crak and even getting bulldozed by that beast of a dog didn't seem to bother me. See you then Derek, tell the family I was asking after them. Turns out I would see him on my stroll to the picket line a week later too.

Big turn out today, you're genuinely impressed and start to feel a pang of guilt that you're really not feeling it. Try to fit in, you're more like them than they are themselves, it should be a stroll in the park. You start to make conversations and mooch about a bit, you don't  see anyone that you're desperate to avoid. Gallows humour is gallowing in pride, ready to take a bite out of anyone that doesn't subscribe to their own gallant gallowness. Sharing a thought invigorates your being, you start to reminisce and replay memories of this place and anything within a 2 mile radius. Across the road there was the last place you had a proper conversation with your cousin Pirrie, he wasn't really your cousin, but it was really a conversation; not like in the hospital, that was just the odd grunt here and there, a movement or two. There's Sydney Court, your Aunty Jean lived there since the 60s or 50s?  she wasn't really your Aunty, but it was built, and she was your mams aunty, so that's pretty close. You feel a genuine appreciation for this area and the folk who dwell upon it, you dwell with them, Gateshead town, blood sweat synagogues and thieves. Walking round the picket line, soak it all up, retain it, when you get home wring it out. Group therapy plasters over the cracks, you feel so good that you self diagnose yourself with bi polar. Although time grinded it's heels towards the end, it was worth losing a day's pay, you'd pay more for a therapist, and you'd gotten a good idea for a song.

Sydney Court

my mood is changing like the weather
my spirit rising like the sea
and all the things that I once held and cherished
don't really matter that much to me

as I wander round old Gateshead town
blood sweat synagogues and thieves
I lost my cousin in the Metropole bar
his ankles hanging round his knees

there ain't a single thing
left around here no more
not even a photograph
of Sydney Court

my mind is like a patchwork dreambelt
I'm blowing hot air in then cold
for when did I become the man's 
worst nightmare
never believing what I'm told

and as I'm riding down the Sheriff's Highway
and I watch the old Tyne valley flow
getting lost on the Tuxedo Princes
man it all seemed so long ago

there ain't a single thing left around here no more
not even a photograph of Sydney Court

where did you go
where did you go

recorded at home in my 8 track, thanks for listening, very much appreciated 👍






Sydney Court

After 10 songs of jazzy singer songwriter it's time for a change. But not much! As science based as we are there's still that feeling of karma or whatever. So - better do some good!

Better do some Good.      

Hey I don’t mind complicity in drinking all that wine
It’s good to get the wheels up, but just from time to time
But dwelling on this comfort food is brewing up a blood red sky 
You lapsing into navel gaze is goading kharma’s battle cry 

Better do some good oh darlin’ 
Make a start tonight
You never know who’s out there watching
Know your wrong from right
Do  do do do do do do do

It’s no good you walking round as tho it’s you who’s missing out
With lips so taught and victim eyes 
You’re looking like a sour kraut
You’re always going to lose the war living in this ugly mess 
If Gods don’t see u clean the floor 
The frontline beckons to the West

It’s a round and a round you’re swirling down
Consumed and jealous
You’re wanting needing ‘n nursing greed
In a sump of trench warfare
Aaah ooooh 
Nothing but the best 
Everyone at your behest 
Better do some good tonight 
Better do some good tonight

BETTER DO SOME GOOD

Une Comptine Romantique

A small note on my own behalf: I have noticed that my playback figures have dropped dramatically. The statistics show that the number of playbacks has dropped from 2000 per week to just under 200.
On the one hand, this is frustrating, as everyone sees this as an indicator and confirmation of their work. On the other hand, figures are not particularly important, but one wonders what is wrong. In my opinion, SC has changed a lot, uploading tracks has become more complicated and constant security queries are annoying.
In addition, great artists are disappearing from the platform, partly by their own choice, partly because they have been banned, the algorithm has “recognized” them as spam and mercilessly deleted their account. I'm still a paying member, but my attitude towards this has changed...

Please let me know your experiences and impressions.

😮‍💨😔


When I don't have the time to actively listen to my favorite artists on soundcloud, I just leave the stream running...while washing up in the kitchen, for example 😆

By the way: this user-92853963 was my old link address and leads to the empty.... I AM NOT A ROBOT!

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A long, long time ago, there was an organ in the Christmas-decorated living room in his parents' house, where Frank grew up. Originally bought by his father for his two older siblings, they showed no interest in playing the organ. Frank, however, did. White and black keys and giving off strange sounds. 

So at the age of 9 he began to let his fingers circle on this instrument, searching for the right keys like on a typewriter. And another 9 years would pass before he could buy his first own instrument. Already at the age of 13 he made notes about the then current synthesizers, bought one magazine after the other and visited music fairs in Frankfurt, Germany.

His first keyboard was the Yamaha DSR-2000, which he bought in a music store near his hometown Biebertal. In installments! Finally he could develop himself further - away from the limited tonality of the small organ. The built-in 8-track sequencer helped him to reach unimagined heights. 
Little by little his equipment expanded and his ambition to create music like that of Jean-Michel Jarres came closer. Influenced by this and countless other musicians of the time, his interest grew, but he taught himself everything. Not even having attended a music school or being able to read music at all, he wrote one song after another and recorded them on the only medium available to him at the time: audio cassettes.
Many of these recordings are unfortunately lost forever, because cassettes are and were not the best recording medium. He has to try to play many of his songs from memory. 

In 2007, he fulfilled a long-awaited wish: to buy a KORG. He had always wanted to own one, but with the latest synthesizers at the time of their release having a purchase price of over 6000 D-marks (the currency of the time in the 1980s and 1990s), that dream of owning one was far away. So in 2007 he bought a used KORG 01W/FD at ebay. And as before with the purchase of the Yamaha keyboard, a completely new world opened up to him.

In addition, there were expanders and sound modules from Kawai, Roland and Yamaha (K1m, SC-55, QY10). Six years later his enthusiasm for making music ebbed and rediscovered his hobby (which it always was and still is). In 2018 in April he decided to present his music to a wider audience and uploaded his first song on the platform soundcloud. Since that time, thanks also to the ever-evolving software, he continues to evolve, experiment and relive his times through music.

All YOURN

Walkin' in Pa's Footsteps

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