Your latest song is so creative it's blowing my mind. Amazing!

Neowakan (Aileen Asatouri)

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

Original song: @neowakan- Not the Same
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02-07-2025
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i was supposed to delete almost 4 tracks (plays/likes/cmnts/insights-all gone), to free some space for a new download! All music platforms "suck"
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lyrics:
They're telling us to go back, 
To what we were in the past,
But we are no more there, 
That version of us stands in the distance, 
and it's waving us goodbye, 
Wishing us good luck, 
we are not the same. 

They're telling us to hold back,
of sharing what hurts inside, 
But they were no more there.
Pain, fear, shame, and hate,
They're better keep quiet there's no debate, 
Didn't run for their lives
So they don't care!

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well, twelve days may not seem so long to many! but it can turn the whole world of some ppl upside down 4ever!

Not the Same

4U / For Ukraine  (Pussy Riot mix)

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE 

Tu rentres à l'aube ébouriffé comme un soleil 
A la lune, ta plume saigne de tout ses maux 
Tu rases les ruelles, les murs et les poubelles 
Découpent ta vie en lambeaux 

Trop vrai pour porter un costard dans leur parade 
Epingler un sourire au col de leur boutade 
Et dans les "places to be" jouer à qui ment le mieux 
Trop intact pour être comme eux 

Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être morne jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans le gris des passants de la pluie 

Dedans c'est le foutoir d' une chambre insalubre 
Alors tu prends ton paredessus usé de solitude 
Dehors le froid du nord mord déjà les passants 
Mais toi, ta liberté n'a pas de prise au vent 


Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être norme jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans les pas des passants de la pluie 

Si pour être soi-même il fallait renoncer 
Au confort, aux écrans, à la facilité 
Mieux vaut être Poète à poil devant la vie 
Qu' être clown à la fête des passants de la pluie
                                                             dlb2025

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE

Collaboration
Check out James Kevin's music
https://soundcloud.com/james-kevin-749817093

Let It Burn -with James Kevin

Con-Fusion

The Shield

The path of least resistance

83_ Voices - released on 17 August 2025 only on SoundCloud

Have you been feeling the same lately? “Voices” come into my head and ask why this time is the way it is ... so complicated & negative, with all its conflicts & wars. We're almost as well off as we've ever been. But no... We argue, which is not a bad thing, but unfortunately often in a negative way. Why can't we argue positively & constructively? #ambient #minimal #nobeats #only5elements #onlyvoices #liverecording

(produced with BlocsWave & LaunchPad)

Voices

Blending into the coral reef

Can't Get Bayou (But I Can't Get By Without You Either)

Right now, vague anxieties in the world strike us like noise.
What is its root cause? Sadness? Anger? Or fear? No, that's not it.
Its true nature is the fear called "loneliness" that suddenly comes to anyone.
Even if filled with love, friendship, or family, loneliness somehow crosses the mind.
In this world, I am the only one. The only one who knows me is myself. The feeling of loneliness is very painful.
However, we face that loneliness sincerely.
That is precisely what allows us to truly notice others' loneliness, empathize with others' sadness, and become advocates who grasp others' feelings.
When we feel loneliness and based on that are able to erase the world's noise, we perceive everything as conscious.
But the world is so impermanent, and someday the end of life will come to you and me too.
What we leave behind then is not a big deal.
What exists there is a world of "nothingness." Yes, everything returns to nothing. The world and we all return to nothing. But the "nothingness" embraces the world—gently, strongly, bravely, and cheerfully, peacefully, and calmly..."

This track was created from my original draft of the words, which he translated into English and brought to life through narration.

fictionalive ⭕ UNITY https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Returns To Nothingness//全ては無に還る//with narration

Pierre and Jean-Claude Bordetti productions (c) 09/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Visage (Lyrics/Paroles)

J'ai aperçu son visage, mais ce n'était qu'un mirage, 
Comme un reflet dans l'orage, une illusion de passage,
Son regard m’a fait naufrage, dans un monde sans rivage,
Où l’amour n’est qu’un langage, perdu dans le vent sauvage.

Elle danse dans mes pensées, comme une ombre sans visage, 
Chaque nuit je veux l’aimer, mais je n’ai que son mirage,
Un soupir, un doux présage, puis le vide en héritage, 
Je poursuis son doux sillage, prisonnier de son image.

Visage

prod @corpsekittyy

lyrics:

im scared to say ur name
can feel u watching me
i always took the blame
the fuck was wrong w me
things can never be the same
come and see what u made when u harmed me
uhh , uh

im falling apart more and more every day
i cant stop these tears from falling down my face
my hands still shaking
cant control myself
is this my grave im digging
scared that i cant tell

so tired of existing
idk what was missing
cant handle distance 
gone cold 
slit wrist inscriptions
write in blood what cant be written
uhh, uh

overthink all the time but its useless
only friend that i had was this music
half smoked cigarettes 
im feeling so pointless
errant soul 
holding this glock to my skull to destroy it

lay me in the ground beside your favorite things
want me to scatter ur ashes in ur favorite stream
i miss my friends who left
i cant help but bleed
wish i could bring her back
still need u, selfishly 

it was a waste
all those nights i spent awake
i miss my friend so much it hurts

it was a waste
all those nights i spent awake
ill keep making these mistakes until im in the dirt

it was a waste
all those nights i spent awake
retrace
i cant reverse whats over

it was a waste
all those nights i spent awake

4U / For Ukraine (Pussy Riot mix)

my A in my I

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