Nicely hazy and smoky Jazzy soundscape; cute lounge feeling. :)

Eclectic Electrics

Nostalgic Nonsense

In This House Of Love.

Music created By, Waves of Eleven, and UNKNOWN SOUNDS,
Patrick Michael-Drums and vocal production
Waves of Eleven, Piano, arrangement , horns and other ambient effects for that true lounge experience,  Vox written by, all
and sang by Brian Burchette
COOL CAT

He's a cool cat, 
knows where it's at.
He wears a hi-hat.
He's a cool cat.

He's that cat.
He's a cool cat.
Not your average cat
Oh, not exact

Got more than nine lives.
Has dreamy eyes.
HIs purr mystifies.
He's a cool cat.

Got dat soul patch.

Cool as cool can be.
Say cat can you dig the scene.
He's a jive cat.
He's a cool cat.

He's a hip cat.
He got nine lives.
He can hypnotize.
He's a cool cat.

He's a cool cat.
He's that cat.
Wear a hi-hat.
Not your average cat.

He's a cool cat.
He knows where it's at.
He wears a hi-hat.
He's a cool cool cat.

He's that cat.
He's a cool cat.
Not your average cat.
Not exact.

Cool Cat wriiten By, Brian Burchette, Patrick Michael and Austin Tumblin
Copyright, 2-14-24

Cool Cat UNKNOWN SOUNDS and Waves of Eleven

Remixé pour donner encore plus d'intensité sur la fin (traduit plus bas)
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The compass in our hearts, now
Is spinning out of control, how ?
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

In this moment of silence
(that slowly falls)
we crawl looking for a guidance
(to lead our souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

In pixels and likes, we've grown, but
True connection remains unknown 
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

With individualism's embrace
(that slowly falls)
We are strangers in the same space
(with lonely souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped


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La boussole dans nos cœurs, maintenant
Tourne de façon incontrôlée. Comment ?
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Dans ce moment de silence 
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous rampons à la recherche d'un guide
(pour guider nos âmes)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

En pixels et en likes, nous avons grandi, mais
La vraie connexion reste inconnue 
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Avec l'étreinte de l'individualisme
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous sommes des étrangers dans le même espace
(avec des âmes solitaires)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de nous brûler les ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

All The Signals Stopped

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Who doesn't know the feeling of being completely burnt out when nothing works anymore? Then I recommend therapy from Dr. Saskia Goethals. 
Thank you for this song Saskia.


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UnBoxed April 2024

[ d o w n l o a d a b l e ]

Funny Business

Cast of Characters:
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell –electric piano, synth and original seed 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–guitar, mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– Guitar
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –five-string fretless bass guitar
The Eclectic Collective – composition

 This song began with JJ, as many of our songs do, who composed the outline on the keys, drums, and bass. He then let everyone else in on it immediately. Ken was first up to bat by laying his always cunning drums in there. After he had a beat to work with, Josh used his tree trunk of a five-string fretless bass to complete the rhythm section. Soon after, Tez and Stephen both laid their magical guitars in there. Once we had it all in the can, Stephen used his powers of production to give us a great mix.
  This one came together relatively quickly, which is a good sign that we're all enthusiastic about what we're creating. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Mellow Travels (The Eclectic Collective)

Words and Music by Edvard Grieg
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

Der Winter mag scheiden, der Frühling vergehn,
der Sommer mag verwelken, das Jahr verwehn,
Du kehrst mir zurück, gewiß, du wirst mein,
ich hab es versprochen, ich harre treulich dein.

Gott helfe dir, wenn du die Sonne noch siehst.
Gott segne dich, wenn du zu Füßen ihm kniest.
Ich will deiner harren, bis du mir nah,
und harrest du dort oben, so treffen wir uns da!

The winter may wane and the springtime may fly and the springtime may fly
The summer may depart and the year may die and the year may die
To me thou wilt return, thou art mine soon or late art mine soon or late
I gave thee my promise and faithfully can wait, and faithfully can wait

God watch over thee at the dawn of each day at the dawn of each day
God bless thee every time that thou kneelest to pray that thou kneelest to pray
I will tarry here for thy coming my love thy coming my love
Or if thou wait'st in heaven I'll meet thee there above
I'll meet thee there above

Solveig's Sang

Unknown Sounds, Patrick Michael, music vocals,
and Brian Burchette vocals

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