Wow! What a great pop song! Super melody!

Hey man! Awesome track! I loved it! Groovy vibe! Good Christmas song! great job!👍😎✌🏼

Great original sound ! Happy Christmas ! ☺️

nice work! so light, so you have Christmas in Japan? In the shops?

Neowakan (Aileen Asatouri)

I Can't Remember to Breathe

The two await the unstruck sound
unconfronted.
Apart and stainless.
Impossible, yet apparent and whole.
Indestructible upon leaving
to the form between births
where the winds of the body dissolve
and enter the red and white drop.

The quartz hums in it's place
on the shelf
reflecting the roses.
Do not let the dust fall there.

There is a light on for you
where the solar plexus pulses
awaiting your radiating branches
and the evening redness on your skin.

Words by Riley Robinson

Anahata (Piano and Vocal Only)

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

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :) 

Original Photo by https://www.pexels.com/de-de/@alexazabache/

You And The City

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

The path of least resistance

Crossroads

October Rain

Listen to Slew Dub https://soundcloud.com/avw23000/tracks

photo: H.Skeneby

erOXia  with Slew Dub

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When I go out I might meet other men
But you don't have to be blue
No one is like you
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

If I look at others, and maybe not just you
I don't look at beauty
You are the only one for me
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When you're having a bad day and feel like crap
Well, I think you're awesome
Prettier than everyone
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Don't Ruin It With Jealousy

my love

"There is more to life than being a passenger"  -Amelia Earhart

photo: Uncredited/AP

https://www.ameliaearhart.com/

A Flight into History

lyrics. 

Cast of Characters:

Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – Yamaha Genos 2 Synthesizer
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric giutar, production, mix, and mastering
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- ovation acoustic guitar, vocals, and lyrics

This song began in Artur's jam room at his house, where he creates all of his amazing music on his Fender Jaguar, which is perfect for the surf sound, at which he's a master. He shared it with Josh, who shared it with the group.
  Before Josh could lay down a bass part to it, though, JJ came up with his elegantly moody synth and laid it down. The rhythm section, Josh and Ken, then did their usual dance, dialing it in with some back and forth. Stephen was next in line, adding a subtle duet with Artur's chords. Tez then played the ethereal lead throughout most of it. Stephen, after it was pretty much laid down, came through with the ripping wah solo towards the end.
  Once the music was all taken care of, Carl came up with some great lyrics for it, and sang them, as the newest member of the group. He also laid down an accompanying acoustic rhythm guitar part, too. After Carl did his thing, we turned it over to Stephen for a mix, which he did with his professional skill set.
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock tunes Artur has shared with Eclectic Collective. If you dig the sound, he has plenty more great ones on his page, which are worth checking out, too. We tried to do this with a little nod to The Police, the band, not the profession. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it. Thanks for listening.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Who said we're different
We got our genes and our names
One human mission
Heart fused like fission
Real collective brains

Pure pine for pure
Pleased though holds hands
Reel in one love
Filter for our sands

I feel the same as you
No provocation ever making us blue
I feel the same as you
No provocation ever making us blue

I feel the same as you
Let music train our clue
No place like home we woo
I feel the same as you

I feel the same as you
Let music train our clue
No place like home we woo
I feel the same as you

I Feel The Same As You-Eclectic Collective

My new song "This Night" is now live on SoundCloud! 🌃

This track is deeply inspired by the sounds of the 80s, a decade of music that has always moved me. I tried to capture that feeling with heartfelt saxophone lines and drums that you can really feel. 🎷 My hope is that it brings you a sense of nostalgia and energy.

I am so incredibly grateful for anyone who takes the time to listen. Your support truly means the world to me and gives me the encouragement to continue sharing my music. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 🙏

I also want to extend a very special thank you to Tennent Buckner for creating the beautiful cover artwork for this single. Your artistry perfectly captured the mood I was hoping for. 💛

Thank you again for being on this journey with me. I would genuinely love to hear what you think of "This Night" in the comments.

my love

my A in my I

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