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Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem is a hymn to the human abilities, bravery, greatness of the human spirit and love for the Motherland!

Epic, powerful and nostalgic. This beautiful orchestral piece serves to remember those who served for their country to protect their homes and who they love. It starts as just strings, but then a countermelody is played by a piercing violin. The trumpet and french horn join and then with them the snare drum giving it a military air.

This piece is perfect for any piece of media where you want to convey strong feelings of national pride or touching emotions to remember those who sacrificed so much for our freedom.

E-Dur; 4/4; 70 bpm

Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem

Each of us has somebody up there whom we miss...

Not everyone is worth missing, but missing someone is hard for all. I miss you.
To make the pain lighter, one should learn from childhood to value everyone in their life to the fullest.
We indeed miss the most those we too often take for granted. At least I do.
Everyone is missing someone they somehow thought would never go away, or at least not so soon.
Experiencing the hurt, the loss is also a stroke of luck. Because it means I loved you.
Find the hope to see you again and the courage to keep memories present.

Backing vocalist - Hana Pavšič (@hana-pav-i)
Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (@a7-recording-studio, www.a7recordingstudio.com)
Produced by Blaž Pavšič

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Quiet selfish man

Blend of Rock and Roll, Techno, and Blues. In my younger days I used to love to head down to the French Quarter in New Orleans and watch the blues bands do their thing.  Especially loved watching the bass player dig out those notes on some old well worn guitar. Good memories

Pick your Genre

TechnoBlues

TechnoBlues  (A G Master)

I'm thrilled to have to have my music on United Beats Records! This is massive news, and I couldn't be more excited for the vibrations 🎹✨

Flow Theory will have two tracks featured on the compilation "Next Generation 2," curated by the talented James Corbett. This compilation includes some of my favourite artists and psychonauts from both down under and abroad 🇦🇺🌎

You can pre-order it now with the link below, and it will be officially released on July 19th. 👽🚀

It’s an absolute honor to be included in this release. Time to celebrate! 🥳🤘 👽🚀

Pre-order: https://e407.short.gy/NextGeneration-Vol2

Flow Theory, Biscuit Bytes, Triex - The Lost Soul

A song I recorded back in late 2018/early 2019. Deleted for whatever reason. The section of intense vocals toward the end of this song I've used in another song called "Losing It" which I may re-record in the future. So be on the lookout for that familiar ending. Enjoy.

On the Raid

Always

When the good memories flash by, let yourself flashback.

Remix of the beautiful original track "Flashback" made by Uppermost.

Production, Mix & Master of remix by Benjamin Lukas Weiß.

Have a great time listening! :)

Flashback (Colorful Noise Bootleg)

Uppermost - Flashback (Colorful Noise Bootleg)

Uppermost - Flashback (Colorful Noise Remix)

Track By Combstead
Guitar, Lyrics and Vocals by Robert Grigg

In Your Arms - Combstead & Robert Grigg

A song I wrote in 1998 that I put to music using Ample Guitar and Cakewalk

Why I'm All Alone (Demo)

Are we all guilty of contributing to global pollution?

Lyrics
Guilty, a crime we  all commit, without thinking  
Poison, the sea, the land, our selves, nowhere to hide

Guilty, as charged, I know I played  my  part 

Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Don't do it

Drifting, shadows lost and cold, trapped in a  heart of 
Poison, the waves pass round and round, nowhere to hide

Guilty as Charged

Get ready to Feel Good. Flow Theory (Ashley Zadel) and Triex (Alexander Zaroff) reunite to deliver an uplifting Psytrance single designed to elevate your spirit and move your body. 

Released on SiYu Rec. and mastered by Vesa, this high-vibration track blends driving grooves, euphoric melodies, and layered psychedelia.

The organic, expansive cover art by Onam Graphics reflects the joy that powers this collaboration between friends. 

A tribute to connection and inner joy, Feel Good is an invitation to let go and live fully in the moment.

Flow Theory & Triex – Feel Good
SiYu Rec. | Release Date: Friday 30 May

Flow Theory & Triex - Feel Good

George Strait Cover
Recorded top-lining a backing track using Cakewalk.

Instrumental version provided by Karaoke-Version https://www.karaoke-version.com/custombackingtrack/george-strait/troubadour.html

Troubadour - George Strait Cover

30 Minutes Rave Vol.2
Techno/Hard 155BPM
Freedownload / No Sync

30min Rave Vol.2 (Free Download)

Right Where I Want To Be

A dark and epic Middle Eastern composition driven by thunderous drums, eerie synths, and haunting non-lyrical female vocals. Ethnic strings, led by the expressive kemence, weave through layers of tense percussion and brooding atmospheres.

Sandstorm Rising

In Pursuit of Trance is the first mix in a series delving into the depths of hard trance and psy techno.Crafted for those who thrive on high-energy soundscapes, this set blends driving basslines, soaring and euphoric synths, and mind-bending psychedelic textures. Whether you’re on the dancefloor or lost in your own world, this mix will take you deeper into the realms of trance and techno, pushing the boundaries of sound and time. Prepare to lose yourself in the music and let the energy move you beyond limits. 


Stay wild for a while!

In pursuit of trance

Reflections on the life and times of an alcoholic

Drinking Man

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Tango in the Rain
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:34
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Tango / Classical / Neoclassical
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description

"Tango in the Rain" sweeps you into a world where every drop of water becomes a heartbeat and every note a whispered promise. Picture a cobblestone street drenched under a silver glow, footsteps echoing as violin and piano entwine in a passionate embrace. The sultry melody of the violin weeps with longing, while the cello’s warm timbre pulses like a lover’s steady breath. The piano’s chords glisten — each keystroke a raindrop dancing on your skin.

As the storm intensifies, the quartet’s rhythm tightens: viola strokes snap like lightning, and the cello’s low-register whispers anchor you in a moment of shared vulnerability. The interplay of solo lines and lush harmonies evokes a stolen midnight rendezvous, drenched in longing and defiance. You can almost feel the dancers’ wet shoes sliding across the pavement, their bodies in perfect tension, surrendering to the music’s electric current.

Here, sorrow and joy swirl together, creating a tapestry of desire that is at once urgent and tender. "Tango in the Rain" isn’t just a piece — it’s an invitation to lose yourself in a torrential romance that refuses to let go.

🎼 Key: d-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Tango in the Rain

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

Apotropaic

Bandcamp

Diamond Ivory

Poundland

Dive into the haunting depths of "The Key to Nowhere" — a symphonic metal-rock ballad where raw guitar grit clashes with ghostly folk whispers.

What if the heaviest thing you carry fits no lock? A song about relics we cling to — letters, lies, lost homes — and the courage to let rust set us free.

What if the key you cherish opens only graves? A hymn to the boxes inside us – where faded keys, unspoken words, and loves that "wouldn’t matter" wait.  

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Tauche ein in die gespenstischen Tiefen von "The Key to Nowhere" – eine symphonische Metal-Rock-Ballade, in der roher Gitarren-Grit auf geisterhafte Folk-Flüstern trifft.

Was, wenn das Schwerste, das du trägst, in kein Schloss passt? Ein Song über Relikte, an die wir klammern – Briefe, Lügen, verlorene Heimat – und den Mut, Rost uns befreien zu lassen.

Was, wenn der Schlüssel, den du liebst, nur Gräber öffnet? Eine Hymne an die Kisten in uns – wo verblasste Schlüssel, ungesagte Worte und Lieben, die "nichts bedeuteten", warten.  

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CREDITS:  
• Adelheide Vogt: Lead Vocals (Contralto), Lyrics  
• André Moreau: Lead Vocals (Baritone), 7-String Guitars  
• Elfie Ragnarsdóttir: Finnish Kantele, Guitar Backing Vocals  
• Rosemarie Kowalski: Guitar, Oboe, Field Recordings  
• Ian McCullough: Drums, Percussion, SFX Design  
• Bruno Moretti: Bass Guitar, Orchestral Arrangements

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lyrics:

This key to nowhere....
it opens every grave...

I sit in front of a box of keys,
Collected from me through all the years.
Some I don’t know how to use,
Some open doors...
But in the middle of the box,
There is a faded key...

This key was forged in a fire long cold,
Its teeth bite deep but fit no hole.
I wear its weight like a crown of rust –
A kingdom of dust...
A kingdom of dust...

The locksmith laughed when I begged for a map,
Said ‘Some doors, child, are meant to stay snapped.’
But I carved my own...
With a thief’s trembling hands...
Now the frame won’t hold...
And the hinges demand...

The messenger brings no answers now,
Just echoes of winds...
And the whispers of vows...
That once swore...
To never...
Let go...

THIS KEY TO NOWHERE –
IT OPENS EVERY GRAVE!
Every chain I kiss for luck...
Just drags the lock...
Through the muck...
Of the past I couldn’t shatter...
The love that wouldn’t...
Matter...

The halls are lined with the words I’ve left unsaid,
Each one a ghost that haunts my head.
I trace their shapes in the gathering dark,
But the light won’t spark...
The light won’t spark...

THIS KEY TO NOWHERE –
IT OPENS EVERY GRAVE!
Every chain I kiss for luck...
Just drags the lock...
Through the muck...
Of the past I couldn’t shatter...
The love that wouldn’t...
Matter...

I built a shrine where the key won’t turn,
Filled it with ghosts and watched them burn.
The ashes spelled...
‘You’re already free.’
But freedom’s just...
Another...
Prison...
For me...

I sit in front of a box of keys,
Collected from me through all the years.
Some I don’t know how to use,
Some open doors...
But in the middle of the box,
There is a faded key...

This Key To Nowhere

Spotify 

Takeover

Gnossus

Preview III

no king of mine

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Yuliya Starova
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I wore my mirrorball smile,
Threaded in velvet static.
Feet kissed glass in a spiral,
While the DJ looped the dramatic.

Chandeliers blinked in Morse code,
Telling secrets to the sweat.
I was half a ghost, half glitter,
Haven’t found my other yet.

Every face a flicker show,
Every laugh a borrowed coat.
I swayed in place like the tide,
While your absence took the lead.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Waltzed with the echo and steam.
No one here speaks the language
Of the love that I keep in a dream.
Midnight spins like a scratched confession,
But nobody’s looking for me.

There was a boy with constellation freckles,
And a girl made of eyeliner smoke.
I touched them in passing like pages,
But the chapter never spoke.

Confetti fell like false promises,
A ticker-tape goodbye.
I carved your name in condensation
On the walls of a disco sky.

Velvet ropes and paper crowns,
Plastic hearts in lost and found.
I burned my name into the beat,
Still nobody turned around.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Twirled through the blur and the beam.
No one here knows the hunger
Of the love I keep quiet and clean.
This is no fairytale ending,
Just a strobe and a fever dream.

Maybe love’s a myth in sequins,
Maybe it left before the soundcheck.
Maybe I’m the last believer
In a world of silhouette suspects.

I’ll stay ‘til the floor goes silent,
When the last bass note slips away.
Still spinning in that soft denial,
Like love was only a song they played.

No One at the Disco

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Oksana
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Tangled in the quiet,
The world is made of glass,
Moving like a memory,
Through moments that won’t pass.
Colours bleed in slow collapse,
Weightless in the blue,
Every sound is distant now,
Like echoes falling through.

I feel underwater,
Drifting in the dark,
Breathing in the silence
Like it’s tearing me apart.
No one sees me sinking,
No one hears the sound,
Of a heart that beats
Where light can’t reach the ground.

Streetlights bend like willow trees,
In currents made of time,
Your name dissolves inside my chest,
But never leaves my mind.
My voice is just a ripple now,
It never makes it far,
Just slips beneath the surface,
Like we forgot who we are.

I feel underwater,
Lost inside the grey,
Swallowed by the stillness
That never floats away.
No one sees me falling,
No one knows I’m here,
Just a shadow flickering
In tides that disappear.

Can you feel me through the shimmer?
Can you pull me to the light?
Or am I meant to fade forever,
In this slow and silent night?

I’m underwater…
But maybe that’s alright.
The deeper I go,
The less I need the sky.

Underwater with You

In this track in my series inspired by the journey of the Fool in the Tarot deck, The Emperor describes the profoundly deep and vital relationship between the ruler of day, the male principle,  and the ruler of night, the female principle, i.o.w. the harmony of the creator with the creatrix that the whole creation depends upon.

4. The Emperor

She left a note on the table; not sorry that we tried.
Sure, we had a good time, but things change on a dime, and I thank you for trying.
That was the last time he saw her. That was the last time he cared.
Just another excuse, but with so much to lose he simply refused,
You do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

His downfall was his compassion. Seemed that he cared way too much.
He worked hard to attract, he expected that back, was that too much to ask?
He thought she might have been bluffing. He thought she’d come back again.
But she never returned, he was lost he was burned, and the lesson he learned
Was that you do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

Sometimes it seems all your hopes, all your dreams
Have been crumpled and thrown in the trash.
Don’t give up yet, just don’t forget the plan.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need - get cut and learn how to bleed.
Sometimes all you need is another plan.



Another Plan

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

What's more important: empathy or the cash? "North Dallas Blues" is a modern-day blues, a unique fusion of elegant chamber pop and raw, narrative hip-hop that explores the universal choice between survival and the soul.

This song was born from a place of deep respect. It was inspired by the powerful story and authentic voice of the incredible North Dallas artist, Kartel Don. We see this as an artistic dialogue, an attempt to bridge two different worlds with one shared human story.

This is a DEMO VERSION. A work in progress. As we develop this track, we'd love to build it with our community. Let us know what you think in the comments. What does this song make you feel? Your feedback is a crucial part of this creative process.

North Dallas Blues (DEMO)

This track was inspired by a news article I read, and the Milk Tray man cheating. Thanks for listening.

Calling Card

DID the BLOOD CRIP BUTTERFLY strike AGAIN? "THEIR NO WINNER IN YOU". I know the TITLE is going to be very CONTROVERSIAL but, that's WHO I am as a ARTIST... I will ALWAYS believe in my MUSICAL ILLUSIONS. THIS song is a TIMELESS CLASSIC that I can't believe GOD gave me the COURAGE to CREATE it. THE same way I felt about "IS BIPOLAR TAKING OVER", I have that SAME feeling. I FEEL like this song WILL be one of my SIGNATURE songs that PEOPLE will REMEMBER me when I'm no longer HERE. I wanted this song to be NEW YORK JAZZ 90's, FUCK LOVE CAFE, BUSY TRAFFIC, HEADPHONES on the BUS type ILLUSION. ENJOY, XOXO!

IF GOD MADE ME A BITCH? | #MASTEROFILLUSIONS | (OFFICIAL SINGLE)

broken

https://on.soundcloud.com/bIDFUGYEDcLZr2btI1 by VickStiX @vicky-adair

This song is my future self at ninety, speaking back to my present self. It’s raw, intimate, and soft-spoken — like a truth only time can reveal. Where "Don’t Be Me" (on.soundcloud.com/HDgZa4Mt4Sy1GVqfg) was my plea to the five-year-old me to hold on to her fire, "Voice at Ninety" is the continuation — the perspective of a woman who has lived it all, looking back with clarity and love. It’s about recognizing that even as the body ages, the spirit doesn’t fade, and the fire inside still burns. It’s a reminder not to save your song for another day, not to fold or disappear, but to live fully and love fiercely for as long as body and mind allow. This isn’t just advice to myself — it’s a message for anyone who has ever wondered what really matters when the years catch up: love, truth, and the courage to keep your voice alive. @vicky-adair

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Hey stubborn woman, hands still scarred,
You’ve carried battles, you’ve walked through dark.
But don’t let silence steal your fire,
Don’t bury truth beneath desire.

[Pre-Chorus]
The mirror may crack, but your spirit won’t break,
Every scar on your skin is the proof you create.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 2]
You held your tongue when you should’ve screamed,
You gave your time to the wrong damn dream.
Don’t let regret chain up your feet,
Forgive yourself and claim your seat.

[Pre-Chorus]
The body gets weak, but the fire won’t die,
I’m proof you can roar when the night runs dry.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 3]
At ninety I smile at the woman you are,
Bruised but burning, you’ve come so far.
Don’t chase the ghosts, don’t fear the fall,
You’ll find your wings when you give it all.

[Bridge]
Write your rage on the sky, let your stories bleed,
Every loss was a fire, every wound a seed.
And I wouldn’t trade the pain I’ve known,
It carved the voice that’s all your own.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Chorus (Refrain)]
Live wild, live free,
Keep your heart where it’s meant to be.
Don’t fold, don’t fade, don’t disappear,
Carry your fire across the years.

[Outro]
So if you hear me from the future call,
Don’t be afraid — you can’t lose it all.
Love’s the only thing that you keep,
I’ll hold it safe for when you sleep.
@vicky-adair 

@shankari-touch

VickStiX - Voice at Ninety (ShAnkAri touch)

Take a look around you, to your left and right,
Everybody’s different, but we’re all in the same fight.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

Nothing wrong with different, nothing wrong with same.
Nothing wrong with in between, we’re all playin’ the game.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.

You are who you are, don’t you dare apologize.
I know you can find the way to love if you just try.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.

The Pronoun Song

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

I write songs I can relate to. I find it freeing and I hope I can invoke emotions through rhythm and words. I hope you like what you hear and are willing to share my music with your friends. 

Right Where I Want To Be

Steve Duffie