Grandes Rasades D'oxygène.Hommage à Erik Satie*A tribute to Erik Satie*

The Dawn of the Mystics: Composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

Cover Art / Photo: Evandro Lira aka Vintage Mutation (in the background, above, photo of the planet Venus)

“The return of the mystics for the awakening of human consciousness”.

“Even times of oppression are worthy of respect, for they are the work, not of men, but of humanity, and therefore of creative nature, which can be harsh, but is never absurd. If the times we live in are harsh, we have the duty to love it even more, to penetrate it with our love, until we have removed the enormous mountains that hide the light beyond them”. (Walter Rathenau)

The Dawn of the Mystics

Rock song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree

Cold Steel

My second track with lyrics. I hope you like it!

Fossils in the Making - Lyrics

Some billion years ago
a curious random flow
of molecules ignited what we now know as life

life went on to disperse
grew violently diverse
and crept and swam and blossomed into each niche of earth

a myriad creatures grew
and each one looked out to
eternal thriving for their species 
little they knew

that all comes to an end
when time was ripe, they went
into oblivion - just the fossils 
hold the memory of them
And suddenly some strange new creature 
starts to enter the scene 
the age of humans begun
They seem to have developed 
some remarkable features 
their intellect matched by none

With their collective mind
They could find the spell to bind 
The curse of certain extinction
for their kin and their kind 

With their joint intellect 
With humble due respect
They might protect themselves from vanishing
But they don’t seem to mind



We spy into the cosmos with our Hubbles and Webbs
but all we manage to hear ...
... is nothing .... but the menacing sound of pure silence 

out there are a zillion worlds 
older by eons than ours 
that should host 
a wealth of civilizations 
… Where are you?
…. Where have you gone?

The web of life emerges, 
occasionally it purges
And rips out nearly all the pages from its thick book
Life fades at rapid rate.  
Are we next on the slate?
Is perish our fate?  
Our odds don’t look good

Mother nature is not kind 
She does not really mind
Whether the human race will live tomorrow
No time to borrow

We’re fossils in the making
Gaia’s taking her toll 
We could have had it all
… we might have had in it in our hands
... I guess, we barely stood a chance

Fossils in the Making (Piano Poetry)

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

This piece can be seen as a continuation of the "Elephant Serenade" : https://soundcloud.com/davidflmusic/elephant-serenade

Elephant Blues - Demo

This is your life

The Queen

🌌 Moon and Aries – The Arrival (Remastered 2025)
A hypnotic, cinematic trip-hop journey—The Arrival is a sensual calling into higher love, inner liberation, and deep transformation. Reminiscent of 90s icons like Massive Attack and Portishead, this remastered version fuses retro textures with futuristic soul, pulsing with seductive vocals, poetic emotion, and atmospheric production. It’s the moment pain dissolves, desire awakens, and you stop running... and finally become.
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www.moonandaries.com

The Arrival

The Arrival (Remastered 2025)

Spotify

The Arrival (2025 Remastered)

Peaceful

Share, share, there will always be something left. Département de Musicologie université sur le droit d’auteur et la gestion audiovisuel de Bourgogne. 
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* Chamber Art Pop Experimentale*
Your servant remains in search of music of insolence and youthful audacity, fine in the jerky, serious and tragic in the bass, all of this hidden under an apparent joy.
To manage to bind a sufficiently large public which already guesses that under the smooth facade and the reasonable air at first glance hides a hot blood, unstable, full of life, able to be enthusiastic, to revolt, even to throw itself in full, frank and free musical adventure. In terms of images I am rather a creator of musical stained glass windows, which gives to read the inside back cover of your own biographies.
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the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.
Votre serviteur reste à la recherche d'une musique d'insolence et d'audace juvénile, fine dans le saccadé, grave et tragique dans les basses, tout celà caché sous une apparente allégresse.
Parvenir à lier un public suffisamment large qui devine déja que sous la façade lisse et l'air raisonnable de prime abord se cache un sang chaud, instable, plein de vie, capable de s'enthousiasmer, de se révolter, voire à se jeter dans l'aventure musicale pleine,franche et libre. En terme d'images je suis plutôt un créateur de vitraux musicaux, qui donne à lire la troisième de couverture de vos propres biographies.
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la froideur du son peut aussi laisser transpirer une vraie émotion.
the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.

Grandes Rasades D'oxygène.Hommage à Erik SatieA tribute to Erik Satie

Logan de Leveska 🦉⚜️