Wonderful 2 step rhythmic masterpiece! Love the sideshow solos and improvs going on throughout. Excellent and completely brill!!

Love the playful keys and dramatic turns in the melody

Vivacious and sprightly, this is brimming over with a joie de vivre that warms the heart.  Utterly splendid!

Phantasmagorical music, an enchanted merry-go-round. 💥

Wonderful composition man. Your comment on starting writing classical and then getting pulled another direction is a familiar one. We are so spoiled for angles nowadays it's really hard to stay in one box when making a piece. This really goes lots of places. Doors like in parts. Wind instruments and rhythm changes are very cool. love the hesitancy there in the second half 🫡🔆 Super track man

Wonderful piece with modern classical counterpoints!

Hey Mark, this piece is delightful, quirky and fun. I agree, this segment at 2:30 is fantastic, so is the rest. I really enjoyed this one. Impressive work. Hope you have been well.

Third track from "Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds", a set of collab with Damga.

Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds III - Dark Poetry of the Stars

Cast of characters:
Jack Karasek — beats and seed idea
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–beats
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Roland Phantom workstation
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– electric guitar
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizer
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– mix, master, and production
This song began with Ken's oldest son, Jack, who laid down the basic rhythmic beat. Ken took over after that with the rest of the beats, though. Jack just graduated high school last week, and he's into hip hop and trap music, so he wanted to share some of it with his musician father, who is very proud of him.
  Tez was first up on this one, which surprised me when I went back and checked the workflow. He added the perfectly placed guitar hits throughout. Josh was next up, using his synth to add the falling bass line. Last, but not least, Terry came aboard, adding the moody, melodic, high register synth.
  When it was all finished, we asked out resident pro mixer, Stephen, to mix it for us. 
  This song was in its current form for about the past eight months. It was originally part of a series of vehicles Eclectic Collective composed for The Mysterious Decibel. He got caught up in life, though, and had to abandon the project. So, we sat on it, asking all the rappers we know if they'd be interested in having a go with it, but no one bit. So, with Jack's recent graduation, Ken revived it as a celebratory song for his son. It could still use some vocals, too, so think of this as an open invitation to anyone who want to do the honors. 
  We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. 
  Oh, and just a side note for all of our friends who follow along with us, we won't be releasing a song this coming Friday, the 4th, but will have  new one for you, the following Friday, the 11th. Thank you for keeping up with us! 


Throwing Rocks - The Eclectic Collective

(I'm not on SC much these days, but should be more active again in another month or so, and hope to catch up on exploring all y'all's creations)

This is an older experimental tune from around 1998. It started off intending to be a classical type thing with just orchestral instruments, but I kinda got carried away! All instruments are played on my old Roland synthesizer. I hope to return to the original idea some day to record better performances of the guitar and trumpet sections (collaborations welcome!), or redo it entirely. But the cello intro & outro are a strong foundation, and the short interlude (oboe & plucked violin) at the 2:30 mark is among my favourite bits of all my stuff. Looking for a better title too  🧐.

Variations

WARNING: This is one of my Avant-Garde theatrical pieces and NOT a love song! It's an instrumental about the dangers of war and the horror of a Nuclear bomb being dropped somewhere! Perfect timing for today, right? It's not a pleasant theme or thought but I'm really worried about the mindset that this world is in at the moment, even the doomsday clock is the closest it has been to midnight ever! Whichever country is stupid enough to drop a nuke, will be the country that dooms us all! The planet may survive but humanity and the animal kingdom will certainly perish with the nuclear fallout. I'm a veteran and I don't want us to end in such a selfish, cowardly, idiotic manner such as this!! 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/V76mqew2Ji8

The video is a remake and a remix and it deals with the reality we all must face now due to some very stupid people in charge here and around the world! This a WARNING to everybody, if you love your family, friends, children, neighbors, anyone! Please, let's remove anybody in power that thinks this is a good idea! There are many such non-thinking individuals in power around the world right now, that simply couldn't care less about you and your loved ones! Please watch the video, it goes with this soundtrack! A NUCLEAR WAR WILL NOT HAVE A WINNER! We will all be losers!! Please share this song/video with all your friends and family. A warning to the wise from a musical vet. Take care and beware and may God bless us all before it's too late.🙏✌🏼

"OBLIVION" (Video - https://youtu.be/V76mqew2Ji8)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Existential  Pop...written 2020 during Covid Lockdowns

"I only want to be"...the wish of everyone and everything .....in this absurd universe  life is still precious... sometimes it helps to forget the questions and answers and just enjoy the ride while it lasts...

(intro sound clip is the lovely Geena Davis from David Cronenberg's The Fly)

The Chosen One 

That luncheon lady she's so Ubermensch preachy   
Always quoting Herr Friedrich Nietzsche   
Thus spake this and thus spake that 
 I'm kind of fearful of her nihilistic moan                                                                        
I'm a soon to be victim of her deinfestation
A subject not wanted in a hundred nations
Passport check, I'm a fly, a dust speck
I was born into this hostile home

I just want to roam                                                    
I only want to be                                                        
Escape this shell, the world is wide                     
All these ruminations ruining me                            
I just want to sail                                                       
Through the sand and sun                                       
Asking too many questions                                     
I don't know the answers                                          
I thought I was the chosen one                                 
The chosen one                                                           

That lady's talking to walls, she got an outsider view
She's been writing, she been reading some Celine and Camus
Debating this, disregarding that
In our unholy, existential zone

I'm an insect man buzzed on hope and glory
Fablizing, fairytaling all of these stories 
With Kafka creep and doublespeak 
It's untranslatable, my twisted tone

I just want to roam
I only want to be
Escape that swatter splat
My world is flat
Got a wordy woman chasing me
I just want to bail
Out  the window and run
Asking too many questions 
I don't know the answers
I thought I was the chosen one
The chosen one

She said Don't try                         
This is a NO FLY zone                
God is dead                                
Your life is mine, time to recall the loan 
She said Don't fly                         
This is a NO TRY zone               
God is Dead, like Nietzsche said, time to disconnect yer phone 









The Chosen One

Poems and lyrics aren’t the same. In many ways. This made me even more interested in setting a poem I wrote ages ago to music. The story isn’t based on a personal experience but relates to a most personal and emotional topic. It’s about a classic source of human conflict and a major killer of relationships. An overinflated ego. Very complex, very human – a perfect subject to challenge the expressiveness of the machine and its skills to not just repeat words like a parrot or a voice robot but to give them the full depth of their meaning. 

Lyrics, music and production by © Hans-Michael Albers, vocal performance by suno 4.5, cover image by keenan constance 

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

You're like a movie I'll never see again
Last scene, last scare 
End, over, switch off
Cursed from the beginning, but held on till the end

Never again and again you
Never again and again
Never again lose my head 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again

Your world is a self-satisfied dream
The perfect ego planet
That revolves around itself
Your only feeling, nothing but a cold game
You love only yourself and will never be different
A black hole
And I fell in, and I fell in

Never again and again you
Never again and again
Never lose my head again 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again

Your only feeling, nothing but a cold game
You only love yourself and you'll never be different
A black hole
And I fell in, and I fell in

Never again ever again you
Never again ever again
Never lose my head again 
That will never happen again
Never again like this, never again you
I'll never get involved with you again
Never be just your mirror again
I won’t fall for you anymore

Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
you

 

Du bist wie ein Film, den ich nie wieder seh 
Letzte Szene, letzter Schreck 
Ende, Aus, ich bin weg
Von Anfang an geflucht, doch bis zum Ende versucht

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier‘n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Deine Welt ist ein selbstgefälliger Traum
Der perfekte Ich-Planet
Der sich um sich selber dreht
Dein einziges Gefühl, nichts als ein kaltes Spiel
Du liebst nur dich allein und wirst nie anders sein
Ein schwarzes Loch
Und ich fiel rein, und ich fiel rein

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier’n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Dein einziges Gefühl, nichts als ein kaltes Spiel
Du liebst nur dich allein und wirst nie anders sein
Ein schwarzes Loch
Und ich fiel rein, und ich fiel rein

Nie wieder immer wieder du
Nie wieder immerzu
Nie wieder meinen Kopf verlier‘n 
Das wird nie mehr passier’n
Nie wieder sowas, nie mehr du
Ich lass dich nie mehr zu

Nie wieder nur dein Spiegel sein
Nie wieder fall ich rein
Nie, nie, nie wieder
Nie, nie, nie wieder
du


Nie wieder immer wieder du


Cast of characters:

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 

  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.

  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 

   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.


Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 


Wherever U Go - Eclectic Collective

an old piano improv.
the last ten seconds were previously used in this song here https://soundcloud.com/lil-spaceman/slezterp
all music by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

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original by
@brokenvessel3

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