Un peu court mais c'est très beau et très bien réalisé !

WHACKING THE TAP ACROSS SAGITTARIUS' FIELDS

Between Heaven And Hell... Alive!

After Us

01 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Cellos (6) - Legato 
02 - Spitfire Audio - Hans Zimmer Strings - 60 Cellos - Long

Appassionata Strings

Untapped IPG1 & Paploviante
This is an open invitation for a collab from Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
Vocal and Lyrics:
Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/untapped-voxes-92-bpm
Music:
Paploviante
Lyrics:
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going —-in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Break the game down--it's a new map Flow so rich--- better check that NASDAQ Eyes on the prize---go the full lap concrete jungle---stuck in the trap
[Verse] From the alleys to the skyline---watch us elevate Living large in the boroughs where we demonstrate Every word a heavy weight--- every rhyme we detonate New York state of mind---watch the Empire State
We on a mission---ain't no intermission, snap back Murals on the walls--- street art on the subway track Ambition in the air, we the kings--- claim the throne Spittin' bars like bullets--- in this zone--- we at home
Icons of the asphalt--- legends in the flesh Droppin' beats so heavy--it’s poundin' in your chest From the 5 boroughs--anthems——- on full blast Queens to the Bronx-- Brooklyn —-movin' fast Elevate the hustle---the spirit never cracks Struggle in the verses —-resilience on the—— tracks

Untapped - IPG1 and Paploviante

Cast of characters: 

Quanah Stewart --vocals, lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–electric guitar, synths, arrangement, composition, mix, and production 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, electric drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four-string fretless bass
 
This song began with Stephen and his friend and bandmate, Quanah Stewart who also sings this version, and who wrote the lyrics. They were in a band together for about 7 years in the early 2000s. When the band broke up, they went many years without playing together. Until, in 2018 Stephen started his TexMex shaman project and this was one of the first songs he wrote.  Quanah had moved to Austin in the meantime but on a visit back to Dallas, Stephen asked him to come over and add the vocal track you hear on the song.  
 
Fast toward to 2024 and Stephen wanted to remix this along with a few other older tunes. He asked his good friends and teammates Ken and Josh if they’d like to help, and of course, they were super enthusiastic.  This is what he had to say about the finished product. "Their parts blew me away.  Beyond what I expected and it made it a whole new song.  Very grateful to them both for their time and talent." As are Ken and Josh very grateful to Stephen for sharing his awesome rocker with us.  

The title comes from trying to think of the stupidest song title Stephen could come up with, on a bet. And it’s close. 
  Of course, Stephen did the honors of mixing and producing it. Ken and Josh had a lot of fun brining this song back to life with him, whose creativity and skill are unparalleled. We all hope you (and Quanah) enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating

Lyrics:

1212 
still like to dance 
still like to sing 
deep cover elevator parking lot bring yeah 
THEY don't know about IT 
THEY aint seen 
we squeakin tweakin but were bufferin th stream yeah favorite stories 
favorite songs 
hey check th timeline might be gettin mighty long now my mind expanded
my mind IS blown 
my head exploded 
but I dont know what it shown yeah (unknowable silence) 
NOW ITS some bullshit 
we went through 
who knew
The Chasms came & got you 2 
still sayin fuck you 
still stayin high 
still makin me believe 
that Bon Scott never died rye
whens the punchline 
when is it near
nobody laughin said that no one shed o tear NOW 
so whats th story 
what th eff 
we gonna have to make IT with what little we got left yeah yeah

TallywhackerOMG!-Eclectic Collective

Original music score by J.J. Terrell
Artwork is painting by Margaryta Yermolayeva entitled "Face of Time". Check out her other works at margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com

Lyrics:

Build a bridge West
A northern kind of chap
For the listless
Who do what they want

Find the right rock
To roll up a hill
Traveling fast now
It's all in the thrill

Carve a road South
An Eastern kind of bloke
For the traitor
Those thinking kind of folk

Shifting sands of
Time's ever tide
Unraveling fast now
And now I never tried

Lay the rails North
A western kind of gal
Amongst the chosen
The wind had cast his sail

Not so fast now
The vulture circles above
The rock has fallen
Down the road of the here and now

Sagittarius A

Battle Fields

Over There

File Updated: Piano line in which I loosely had Heat Miser by Massive Attack in my head... I don't think I encroached originality... just wanted a similar vibe... also improved the vox... decided to go with Ronald Duck you dollar dumb as I hate saying its name and dont want to say fuck through the whole tune haha looses it's impact maybe doing that

Lyrics

Ronald Duck your dollar dumb
Ronald Duck your dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Everyone
Everything
Every atom
The whole system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

It's fucking your job...

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Every atom
Everyone
Survival of system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb
It's survival Son
Donald Duck their dollar dumb
Money can't save anyone
No coin fixes Earth blisters

Dollar Dumb

Get Through

method: minilogue xd, zoom r12, swiss german voice leni on magix hub, samplitude

narration: at my age, it might be time to pretend to know about personal panic modes ;-)

image: panikhase on the minilogue, copyright jo richter



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poem / copyrght jo richter:

der panikhase in trance und ekstase

im wirbel der grünen, der gelben, der roten

der panikhase hat dreizehn pfoten

die batterien sind schwupps geliehen

der panikhase hat schon verziehen

die elektrische spinne der zehntausend sinne

der panikhase in trance und ekstase

interlinear translation: the panic rabbit // the panic rabbit in trance and exstasy / in a whirlwind of the green, the yellow, the red / the panic rabbit has thirteen paws / the natteries are borrowed, just like that / the panic rabbit has already been absolved / the electric spider has ten thousand senses / the panic rabbit in trance and extasy

panikhase

l'art pour l'art - Vertere
May 2025
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For piano, harpsichord, organ, skiddaw stones, timpani, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Vertere

Update: Added bass keys and simple melody lines (one with delay) throughout. Kind of nice not having my keyboard and needing to write with a piano roll instead. It's interesting

Check out Beating Edge on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/1z3DxIvr7uWbO0rDnl
An ever fruitful comment chat with these geniuses seeded this song. Thanks Sponges 🫶🏽🔆


Lyrics

We are Sponges

Absorbsion of ancient
Greatest grandparent of sentience
Gold for unicellular adaption
Our evolution has complicated caption

Life's headline still written in bold
Hugging sea beds dearest calm unfolds
You took a niche as filter of deeps
Shown trees the way
Future air sees less weeps

We simulate you
Clones clever dished cleaned
Laws of attraction
Life's feather get preened
To most you're inanimate
A useful tool
Though cleaning Earth's flatulence
So breathe we do

I am a sponge
I see your clever
Good structured spicule
Consistence forever
Flagellated cells force filter some demons
We are good sponges for myriad of reasons

Mycelium of sea
Set toned fungi land
Pioneers of proofed evolutionary stand
You paved the path
Way of the net
Multicellular attractor
Filter us from death

Perifora hermaphrodite
Bedded 3D paintings
Beating Edge of our Earth
Give us galactic gravitational girth
Truth for the start absorb my heart
Lessons of love listing light from all start

We are Sponges

In Bitwig: 4 tracks from HALion7 Metal & Ice improvised and recorded directly into Circa (looper device by AudioDamaga). Added reverb ++ on the output ... and here it is.

072625 #1 Ocean Sketch

Frail Ego

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

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Stories Of Life (Start Over)

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