fabulous atmospheric track, with excellent production. catchy stuff!

Daily Drops

Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GOTH ROCK | YT VID

A fire burning dark-goth-rock song about how love is now dead & gone but the memory still remains! The forever longing continues to haunt but we can only re-visit the grave, re-visit the once cherished love of all loves...sadly, it's now, all-only-dust!

Music: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by GRENZLICHT in Germany | Vocals: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA

Cover Art Design & Video: Graphics & Light FX by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | AI Royalty Free Heart/Thorn/Vines Image

Old Energy, YT Vid Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vja0TOjvfSU

Our other track, Bottle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vhVGS2PHi8

Listen to the amazing music of GRENZLICHT here: https://soundcloud.com/grenzlicht

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved

Old Energy - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]
 
Wo Oh Oh Oh
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ow
Old times
When we were alive

Old time energy 
It's comin' over me, me
Just wanna feel you 
In my veins

Babe we are long gone
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
In the grave, grave

Eh Ee Yeah
Ahn Wo Wo Wo
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Wo Oh How

Well, well, well
We are once alive
Heart to heart

Once alive 
In that old time energy
That keeps me movin' on
Even though we are 
Lost and gone, Yeah
Lost and gone Babe, Oo

Yeah Ee Yeah
Can you hear me callin'
Do you hear me call
Call your name, a name

And the fire burns me
In, in the grave
In the ground
It's only dust

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved



Old Energy 24 bit final

Old Energy

Old Energy - Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | DARK GOTH ROCK| YT VID

So what now?

The pieces are set,
The board is occupied,
The main actors have taken their positions.

The inevitable is coming,
Fear fills hearts and minds.

Will what many predict come to pass,
Or will fate turn in our favor?

The core of our beings has been seized by the machine.
The art that defined us is being smothered by a flood of perfect artificiality.

Simulation of emotions, simulation of art, simulation of humanity.
Where do we belong?

Where is my place?

And what now?

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This is a piece I improvised on March 23, 2025. I was surprised at how well it turned out. However, I didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't think of anything more, so I'm publishing it as is, with minor tweaks (I literally added six notes in three places).

With this piece I am starting a series in which I will be posting rather uncomplicated, short pieces, created out of the need of the moment, under the impression of something specific.

To compose it I used only 3 plugins/sounds
Spitfire LABS Autograph Grand (piano) (free)
Spitfire Originals Intimate Strings x2 (in octave)
And one patch from truly amazing synth from Arturia: Pigments

I hope you like it at least a little bit.

Picture Freepik: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/woman-portrait-with-blue-lights-visual-effects_26813733.htm

And What Now?

A few months back, anyone landing on this page was extended an invitation to….“come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.”  Well, took a while, but I reckon the word’s getting out amongst the broken hearted - this smoky little back-alley jazzabilly joint been seeing some semi-decent crowds lately.  Might have to add a couple more tables over there in that side area where we been storing the old feltless pool table.   

I dunno, maybe there really are a lot of lonely hearts out there, looking for companionship.  But my bet is that the real draw here is the new act on stage, as the house band is now joined by two long-time Atlanta musicians - Herb Avery and his Hammond organ, and Randy Hunter with his saxophone.   

For this version of the house theme song (aka The Blue Room), not only is my fumbly-finger organ solo replaced with Randy’s stellar saxophone, but I’ve put together a new intro, much more fitting for the new instrumentation.   And btw, brother Herbert not only plays his Hammond on the song, but that’s him you’ll hear playing the background lounge piano as the track opens.

So yeah, come set for a spell (whether you're loved or not), and let Randy & Herb show you their stuff.   

(Original version is here:) https://soundcloud.com/bruceavery/the-blue-room?si=36546f88f147427aba1593bf85a7ec1f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Blue Room - version 2 w/sax & B3

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

Original vector graphic: "https://de.vecteezy.com/gratis-vektor/kopf-silhouette"

Synesthesia

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

Lyrics:

i remember being a kid
and building forts out of sheets 
but then i’d feel so alone
i've always felt so alone

my imagination ran wild
i would get lost for a while 
but then i’d feel so small
i've always felt so small

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

i remember being a teen
and building tents on my skin
i wore my injuries like armor
i remember being a teen (fuck you! just leave me alone!)

but then i'd feel so alone
drunk as fuck, under mirrorballs
all the parties would turn quiet
and then i'd feel so alone (alone)

did it make me crazy
to dream of horrible things? 
to yearn for the pain to end
by the end of the week?
end of the week?
did it make me weak?

did it make me insane
to wish for better days?
i tried to let it out
but they muffled my screams
muffled my screams
muffled my screams

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

sometimes i get so scared
of being vulnerable
intimacy
has never been
suitable for me

but i don't want to miss out
on moments
'cause i never allowed myself to be
unfolded

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

can anybody hear me? (Demo)

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – beats, acoustic and electric guitar, vocals, composition, and production

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – five string fretless bass, organ, composition, and production editing

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– sitar, composition, and production

This was a seed that Chris came up with on his acoustic guitar, adding beats, and some subtle vocals, then shared with Josh and Stephen. They are always excited to work on Chris' songs, because he always comes up with magical tunes.

  Josh was first in line, adding his five string fretless bass, then the organ part. Stephen used Josh's chord structure to come up with his awe-inspiring, monster electric sitar part. After they both laid down their parts, Chris added the electric guitar you hear at the beginning, too. 
  The song was about twice the current length when Chris made it, but Josh chopped off the second half, as the crescendo fits right into the 2/3 slot now. This was mixed as a team effort in BandLab, too, which is a rarity, given both Stephen and Chris are expert producers. 

  This is an example of a song Chris came up with, that was taken to the next level by Josh and Stephen. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Juxtaposed They Went

Woody Landscape (Remix)

Fantaisie orchestrale

IPG 1 is one of my favorite artists on soundcloud. He offered  in an open collab his lyrics and vocals. 
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/living-on-the-edge-vocals-92-bpm?si=b9087d905b184765b63d147deefa2bab&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing 

I made the music and added vocals, samples and did the production.
“Sometimes life brings us to the edge — where the body is exhausted, the heart carries old wounds, and hope feels out of reach.”

And than the wonderfull lyrics and hip hop voice ever thx Ian
Living On The Edge

(Verse 1)
Living on the edge, where the city never sleeps
Hustling in the streets where the hunger runs deep
Concrete jungle a playground for the brave
All the hustle and grind-find the strength that you crave

(Chorus)
On the edge of a dreams where -the hustle is the game
Life's a gamble but we rise all the same
In the shadows we dance walk that narrow ledge
Gotta stay sharp -like a razor’s edge
that’s the hustlers pledge the hustlers pledge

(Verse 2)
In the Streets that’s the canvas,-where we paint our tale
From the struggle we rise like a phoenix we prevail
Hustling hard like a lion without fail
Every move strategic in this urban maze.
Doing your best just to avoid going to jail
Time is money and money pays
You can count your riches never your days

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Clock's ticking but the hustle just don't rest
Every challenge faced just to put you to the test
Living on the edge it's a risky ride
In the hustle we trust let the dreams collide

(Verse 3)
Concrete ambitions rising like the skyline
From the streets to the penthouse we make our climb
Living on the edge with a heart of a lion
In the hustle we trust time is money money is time

Living on the Edge-hope is out of reach (collab IPG1)

What is Love in Istanbul

My earliest musical memories are of a small home on Williams Street, where my family moved when I was three. After dinner, my father would play hymns on his Conn organ, and I would sing along. That simple, shared ritual was my first introduction to music.

Our time at the organ came to an end a couple of years later when we moved, and my father's schedule became busier with teaching, pastoring, and graduate studies. I soon moved on to singing along to albums of musicals, and eventually, my mother became my first piano teacher. But I'll always remember that it was my father who first gave me a love for music. This piece is in his memory of him.

On Williams Street

A New wild ride with my talented friend https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

Till We Meet Again (Valhalla)

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