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Ancient Starlight Reflections

EVOLUTION

Evolution

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Love's Fire [Live] * Copyright SCRT Record Co.

Paint A Picture_1.mp3

One Last Dance (Bittersweet Memories)

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Vocals: Clara Sorace

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The Chosen One

Lyrics~

Found you in my mind, emotional

Coming here from to from, I dunno

Wait a moments time and you'll be up

Wait a moments time and you'll be out

Chained to reality

May have another fee

I know one like you

Chained to reality

You may have another fee

I knew someone like you

Chained, nuthin' to gain, nuthin' to gain

Chained, nuthin' to gain, nuthin' to gain

Chained to reality

No gain

No gratuity

Chained to reality

Chained to reality (Live)

The Traveller From Nowhere.

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When I was a teenager I loved to write. Sometimes it was poetry, other times short stories, other times it was songs, and I even imagined their music, accepting that perhaps I would never hear them performed. Finally, he also expressed moods, experiences, concerns and desires through simple strokes.


Based on a written line, 5 years ago, I composed music about one of those texts.

Now, thanks to the collaboration of my friend Peter, his impeccable translation, diction and correction of the text, I have been able to incorporate and modify said composition, but, obviously, with text in English.

Thank you Peter, again, for your enthusiasm and help.

Lyric.

The Traveller from Nowhere

Like a whisper that drifts on the breeze. Our eyes fixed on each other,
watching time slither by. Time that ends beyond the lifespan of people and
the backdrop of their murmuring.

It seems I don't know where I'm from or where I'm going. I think and feel like
the traveller from nowhere, either crossing great distances, or, perhaps,
locked in a tiny room. Never to leave.

I imagine I am someone I am not, incarcerated and blind, ignorant of the
counting of the days, a spectator watching his own life trickle past himself,
wasted.

Thus I become a random observer from here, my place, failing to understand
with my diffuse logic all that surrounds me, and the banalities of the human
condition: evil, value, love, desires, and countless other emotions, character
traits.

Indeed, I am suffused with these emotions, emotions on which I greedily
feed, trying to comprehend, dissect and analyse the secret triggers that
generate them, all within an eternal search whose horizon is infinite. So, in
the end, when all is said and done, I realise that I know neither where I'm
from nor where I'm going... then, and only then, finally, do I grasp my destiny.

I am the one who once was somewhere, or possibly not. The one who
imagines worlds and lives but never really lives them. The nomadic one who
becomes that curious traveller from nowhere; surreal, anonymous, ethereal,
imaginary……drifting on the breeze.


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13 tracks of native instruments and the Xewton forum.

4 imini Arturia tracks.

4 track flowtones synth

1 xpad track

3 tracks kv331

DAW. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad.

Thank you for your comments.

Paco

The Traveller From Nowhere (2023) Narrated By Peter

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

orlando51music © 2023

After The Rain

A TOUCH OF AUTUMN

The prayer of the shaman to the four directions before beginning any new ceremony, tuned to 432 Hz.  

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2023

Music by Evandro B Lira, Vintage Mutation
https://soundcloud.com/evandro_b_lira. 
November 2023

Words: 
I bow to the four directions. 

To the East. The red dawn air 
Sighing over the China seas, 
Blow the nomad trade winds 
Along your Silk Road, 
Your Bay of Bengal 
And swirling pyres of Varanasi, 
Through the temples of Tibet 
And the spiced Vedic lees. 
Bring Vayu's sweet sylphs 
To inspire our creativity. 

To the West. The deep Atlantic 
Heaves and tosses the merrows,
Your swirling whirlpools 
And drowned, forgotten reefs
Of mermaids and mer-men 
On high waves and farrows. 
Bring up from Lir's feet 
That purest of aqua cold. 
Sail it fast over the Irish sea 
And across the Menai roll 
To wash away our pain and fear 
And heal our troubled souls. 

To the North. Soil of our minds,
Your caves of quartz and tourmaline
And your blue melting glaciers 
Birthing borates from ice 
Under the Borealis, the stars 
Circling like glittering brides. 
Roll your satyrs and sylvestres 
Through the bleak Calanish stones 
Over the rivers, brooks and glens, 
To the oolite gold of Avalon  
It's Thirteen Treasures and gems. 

To the South. Cast your castanets 
Your smouldering salamanders, 
Your fierce Romany cantinas
Your red lipped, red hipped skies,
And your sultry, dusky sun-downers. 
When the frangipani and mimosa 
Whispers with exotic aroma 
And the heart promises ‘Soon’, 
Give us the southern comfort, 
The tango and the wild fandango 
To spark our dancing shoes. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2023

The Medicine Wheel

Sur une musique de Christian Devienne (merci à lui) 
Merci à Mart production pour l'image. 

Paroles en français à la fin.

You said that catching the sky
It was the only way perhaps
To remove the Tower of Babel
Who ravaged your brain
What are you waiting for now in your bed
Stuck in your paradise
Is this what you wanted?
For eternity, forget

Do you remember the cliff
Where we climbed behind our house
When you had my back
When you were still standing
Is your too much intelligence
Who led you into this silence
Or because you don't understand anything anymore
To this world that you let go of my hand

I was so proud of you my brother
My friend, in front of everyone
When you were the salt of the Earth
Who without you is no longer really round
You don't even know what my name is anymore
Even when you call me for help
You're in trouble in your hopscotch
That's not how you'll catch the sky

I see your features, your body posed
On white sheets right next to
Are you sleeping what did you dream
Who keeps you from waking up
Eyes gone far from home
Where now do you hit your shots?
You've damaged yourself so many times
What is still left of you

You said the world is crazy
That we must fight and never give up
That life is not a gift
Unless we make the world more beautiful
Explain to me because I don't understand
That you preferred our joys
To our embraces our quarrels
An artificial paradise

Why did you give up
You were the guy who could do anything
Even if it's your choice, you don't have the right
To go away where we don't come from
Do it for me open your eyes
Do what you do best
Let life return to you
Like when you loved it





Tu disais qu’attraper le ciel
C’était la seule manière peut-être
D’éloigner la Tour de Babel
Qui te ravageait la cervelle
Qu’attends-tu maint’nant dans ton lit
Englué dans ton paradis
Est-ce que c’est ça c’que tu voulais
Pour l’éternité, oublier

Te souviens-tu de la falaise
Où nous grimpions derrière chez nous
Quand tu assurais mes arrières
Quand tu étais encore debout
Est-ce ton trop d’intelligence
Qui t’a conduit dans ce silence
Ou parce que t’y comprends plus rien
A c’monde que t’as lâché ma main

J’étais si fier de toi mon frère
Mon ami, devant tout le monde
Quand t’étais le sel de la Terre
Qui sans toi n’est plus vraiment ronde
Tu sais même plus comment j’m’appelle
Même lorsque tu m’appelles à l’aide
T’es mal barré dans ta marelle
C’est pas comme ça qu’t’attrap’ras l’ciel

Je vois tes traits ton corps posés
Sur des draps blancs juste à côté
Est-ce que tu dors qu’as-tu rêvé
Qui t’empêche de te réveiller
Les yeux partis loin de chez nous
Où maintenant rends-tu tes coups
Tu t’es abîmé tant de fois
Que reste-t-il encore de toi

Tu disais qu’le Monde est taré
Qu’il faut se battre ne rien lâcher
Que la vie n’est pas un cadeau
Sauf si on rend le Monde plus beau
Explique-moi parce que j’comprends pas
Que t’aies préféré à nos joies
A nos embrassades nos querelles
Un paradis artificiel

Pourquoi as-tu lâché l’affaire
T’étais l’gars qui pouvait tout faire
Même si c’est ton choix, t’as pas le droit
De t’en aller d’où on r’vient pas
Fais le pour moi ouvre les yeux
Fais ce que tu sais faire de mieux
Laisse la vie revenir en toi
Comme au temps où tu aimais ça

Output Paradis (musique de Christian Devienne)

La lucidité de la fugacité

From the frozen ruins of forgotten realms to the endless skies of alien worlds, OrchraX invites you into a saga where fantasy and science fiction collide. Inspired by the grandeur of Skyrim and the vastness of Halo, this album blends orchestral power with ambient mysticism, creating a soundtrack for a roleplay game that exists only in imagination.

Opening with “The First Legend”, a spoken-word prologue delivered with the weight of ancient prophecy, the journey unfolds across cinematic soundscapes: battles fought beneath shattered moons, ruins echoing with the voices of the past, and destinies written among the stars.

This is more than music — it is a tale told in sound, crafted for dreamers, gamers, and seekers of other worlds. Step beyond the stars, and let the legend begin.

Blood and Starlight

Dusk

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.

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