Impressive bleak atmosphere....love the Bill Withers insertion...we need the sunshine for sure!!

love the crossfade , sweet clip cool track

Smooth and cosy pads with a fitting vocal.

Incredible ending here, very unique music!

Magical, very trippy, cool production techniques

Original Instrumental by Arma Ignifera @herronsound 
"Too Much Sugary Cereals" 
https://soundcloud.com/herronsound/too-much-sugary-cereals
Brass & Guitare by The Magnetic Dog Sisters @themagneticdogsisters
Lyrics & Vocals by Mariam Zohra D : Myrh
Art by Enigma Curry @enigmacurry from a photo by Oliver Stark of Myrh's flowery hat.

My Suppetish Wish by Arma Ignifera, with Myrh & The Magnetic Dog Sisters

Xero Moon @https://soundcloud.com/xero-8  asked me if he could Re-Mix this tune of mine, adding to the first Re-Mix by StabHappy @   https://soundcloud.com/stabhappy                                   

I was delighted! 😁 This is what he sent back.

I kinda think you'll love it. 

May you enJOY! 😊

© Gary Courtland-Miles  2022
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles  2022
© Re-Mix by StabHappy & Xero Moon 2022

Photo: Aurora over Gatklettur Arch in Iceland  © Stefano Pellegrini

Dreamstream * ReMix  by Xero Moon

Georg Trakl (1887-1914) was an Austrian Expressionist poet with strong Symbolist influences. 
The following poem "Der Spaziergang" ( "The Walk") was written in 1913.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo-guitar.

The picture shows a detail of „Astronaut“, ink on paper, 2020 by Gregor Kalus



See translation (mainly by machine) below


Der Spaziergang

1
Musik summt im Gehölz am Nachmittag. 
Im Korn sich ernste Vogelscheuchen drehn. 
Holunderbüsche sacht am Weg verwehn; 
Ein Haus zerflimmert wunderlich und vag.

In Goldnem schwebt ein Duft von Thymian,
 Auf einem Stein steht eine heitere Zahl. 
Auf einer Wiese spielen Kinder Ball, 
Dann hebt ein Baum vor dir zu kreisen an.

Du träumst: Die Schwester kämmt ihr blondes Haar, 
Auch schreibt ein ferner Freund dir einen Brief.
 Ein Schober fliegt durchs Grau vergilbt und schief 
Und manchmal schwebst du leicht und wunderbar.

2
Die Zeit verrinnt. O süßer Helios! 
O Bild im Krötentümpel süß und klar;
 Im Sand versinkt ein Eden wunderbar.
 Goldammern wiegt ein Busch in seinem Schoß.

Ein Bruder stirbt dir in verwunschnem Land 
Und stählern schaun dich seine Augen an.
 In Goldnem dort ein Duft von Thymian. 
Ein Knabe legt am Weiler einen Brand.

Die Liebenden in Faltern neu erglühn 
Und schaukeln heiter hin um Stein und Zahl. 
Aufflattern Krähen um ein ekles Mahl
 Und deine Stirne tost durchs sanfte Grün.

Im Dornenstrauch verendet weich ein Wild. 
Nachgleitet dir ein heller Kindertag, 
Der graue Wind, der flatterhaft und vag 
Verfallne Düfte durch die Dämmerung spült.

3
Ein altes Wiegenlied macht dich sehr bang. 
Am Wegrand fromm ein Weib ihr Kindlein stillt. 
Traumwandelnd hörst Du wie ihr Bronnen quillt. 
Aus Apfelzweigen fällt ein Weiheklang.

Und Brot und Wein sind süß von harten Mühn. 
Nach Früchten tastet silbern deine Hand. 
Die tote Rahel geht durchs Ackerland. 
Mit friedlicher Geberde winkt das Grün.

Gesegnet auch blüht armer Mägde Schoß, 
Die träumend dort am alten Brunnen stehn. 
Einsame froh auf stillen Pfaden gehn
 Mit Gottes Kreaturen sündelos.

_________________________________________




The Walk

1
Music hums in the grove in the afternoon. 
Serious scarecrows turn in the corn. 
Elder bushes gently drift along the path; 
A house flickers whimsically and vaguely.

In gold floats a scent of thyme, 
On a stone stands a cheerful number.
 In a meadow children play ball, 
Then a tree in front of you begins to circle.

You are dreaming: Your sister combs her blonde hair, 
Also a distant friend writes you a letter. 
A rick flies through the grey yellowed and crooked 
And sometimes you float gently and wonderfully.

2
Time slips away. O sweet Helios! 
O image in the toad-pool sweet and clear; 
In the sand an Eden sinks wonderful.
 A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.

A brother dies to thee in a haunted land 
And steely his eyes gaze at you. 
In gold there a fragrance of thyme.
 A boy sets fire to the hamlet.

The lovers glow anew in butterflies 
And sway cheerfully around stone and number. 
Crows flutter up around a disgusting meal 
And your forehead thunders through the mellow green.

In the thorny bush a deer dies a soft death. 
After you glides a bright child's day, 
The grey wind that flutters and vaguely washes 
Decaying scents through the twilight.

3
An old lullaby makes you very anxious. 
By the wayside a woman piously nurses her child. 
Dreamwalking you hear how her fountains gush. 
From apple branches falls a sober consecration sound.

And bread and wine are sweet from hard toil. 
Your silver hand gropes for fruit.
 The dead Rachel walks through the farmland. 
The green beckons with a peaceful gesture.

Blessed also blossoms the bosom of poor maidens, 
Who stand there dreaming by the old well. 
Lonely ones gladly walk the silent paths
Amongst God's creatures without sin.

Der Spaziergang (Trakl, 1913) ft The Neighbor

010123

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DRUMAX present Track No. 15: TREASURE BEACH
https://soundcloud.com/docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscape, Drums, Mix & Production
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx // Tenor Sax // Bass // Rhodes // Co-Arrangement
© 2023 by docfritz and joerxworx / DRUMAX PROJECT

No. 15 // TREASURE BEACH

Melody for the voice, poem and voice: @oddrun-eikli:
Piano composition and pianos: Debra Buesking

Thank you dear Oddrun for this gift of music.  No REGRETS whatsoever about our friendship :)

Regrets.

Hear the whispers
Of the falling leaves
When I write the words
I will never speak
A few unspoken words
Appear like falling leaves

No heart would seek regret
But I hold its hand
And I will not forget
Sweet autumn fields
That lingers in my mind

A few unspoken words
Appears like falling leaves
At other times they wildly fly
Until they reach the sky

Regrets. Oddrun Eikli & Debra Buesking

nostalgic and futuristic sounds wove together to make a beautiful hybrid; bottling the feeling of a perfect summer's day that turns into an introspective night. a sonic journey that keeps you guessing and captivated. 

Lost Highway

centers on the powerful, transcending bond of human love, particularly between father and daughter, to convey core themes of emotion, sacrifice, and humanity's place in the universe

INTERSTELLAR ATMOSPHERIC (REMIX) PART 2

VIDEO link here: - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWXKIErk4cY

70 SUBSTANCES ( + VIDEO - Link in description )

I DO NOT ACCEPT REPOST COMMUNITY REQUESTS, PLEASE DON’T WASTE MY TIME

Music composer and Soundscape designer.

Heavily influenced by Beaumont Hannant, Autechre, Brian Eno and a wealth of styles ranging from classical music through to DC Hardcore.
I love the organic feel of music and the creation of warmth within patterns.
Trying to create soundtracks to everyday life and images.


Tracks available on my YouTube channel
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New EP available on Open Case Recordings https://www.facebook.com/1683424458553112/posts/2506179442944272/

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