A truly enigmatic electronic piece — wrapped in mystery and sonic intrigue. Each sound feels like a hidden message, unfolding with precision and elegance. The production offers not just style, but a captivating journey through space and emotion. It’s a cinematic voyage through the unknown, where every frequency, every sound invites exploration. An exquisite atmosphere! Best Regards 😉

Superb. Feels like Im floating in space 🪐

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Back home tonight, cool music and just a glass of wine...

Just A Glass Of Wine

Ethereal

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, Keys, Percussion, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering / © 2025 Lyrics And Music

We drifted past the neon sprawl
no compass in our hand
Through desert haze and canyon calls
a restless, wayward band
A valley bloomed where shadows fell 
with whispers soft and low
And there we lingered, spellbound 
where wild rivers flow

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within
 
No map could lead us here
to this fleeting, sacred ground
Yet in this glen, my heart’s at ease
where peace is finally found
Though roads still beckon
I’ll hold tight to this dream’s soft glow
This hidden place 
my saving grace, where only dreamers go

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within

We drifted past the neon sprawl, 
no compass in our hand,
Through desert haze and canyon calls,
a restless, wayward band,
A valley bloomed where shadows fell, 
with whispers soft and low,
And there we lingered, spellbound, 
where wild rivers flow. 

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within

Remember

Just cruising
Picture of Peer's bike @ Ottersum, The Netherlands

Take it easy

cat living in the city.
The city cat lives strongly today as well...
I put such feelings into it!!🌆🐈

thank you for listening！！

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FUTURE TALK

J'ai remixé ce titre sortie il y a 6 ans que je n'ai jamais publié sur Soundcloud. Il est inspiré de l'univers mythique de l'écrivain HP Lovecraft que tous les fans de fantastique doive connaître.
Dans cette mythologie, les Chiens de Tindalos, lorsqu'ils chassent, rejoignent notre univers en passant par les coins des pièces. Faites de beaux rêves :)

----
Often in the night,
Alone in the dark,
I hear a bark
But there's nothing in sight

In the angles of time
I know they hide,
On another side,
Away from our mind

If you find this don't try to understand

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)

I plastered the corners 
I masked the edges
Will these strategies
Stop the great elders ?
If you finally find this testimony,
Never ever try to learn more about me

In this quest for knowledge and truth, 
I tried to see through space and time until I get caught !
Theses creatures from ancient times do not allow such breach in space...
Since then they follow my trace

(Enough !)

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)
-----
(Hommage à HP Lovecraft)
Souvent dans la nuit,
Seul dans l'obscurité,
J'entends un aboiement
Mais il n'y a rien en vue

Dans les angles du temps
Je sais qu'ils se cachent,
Sur une autre plan,
Loin de notre esprit

Si vous trouvez ceci, n'essayez pas de comprendre

Si jamais vous rencontrez
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

J'ai plâtré les coins 
J'ai masqué les bords
Ces stratégies
Arrêteront-elles les grands anciens ?
Si vous trouvez finalement ce témoignage,
N'essayez jamais d'en savoir plus sur moi

Dans cette quête de la connaissance et de la vérité, 
J'ai essayé de voir à travers l'espace et le temps jusqu'à ce que je me fasse attraper !
Ces créatures des temps anciens ne permettent pas une telle percée dans l'espace...
Depuis, elles suivent ma trace

(Assez !)

Si jamais vous rencontrez 
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

The Hounds of Tindalos

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

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IknowIknow

I have always been fascinated by the first Planet of the Apes movies so I thought I'd write a song about it. Special thanks to David (Hand on the Rock) for inspiring me to write this song and for helping me with the chorus lyrics.
***
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet of the Apes

Romantic〔Lylics by Romi   Composed by Romi   Arrenged by Romi , Red＆Blue〕

ALL YOU NEED

Some Positive Thought

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

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 (help!)
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 là 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 (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue 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 mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
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I enjoy producing upbeat tracks spanning a range of pop styles. I really hope you have fun listening to them. I write my tracks using GarageBand and hopefully I am improving my writing, arranging and production skills. I do not use AI in any of my compositions.

The Return

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